[Barry Lyndon by William Makepeace Thackeray]@TWC D-Link bookBarry Lyndon CHAPTER III 11/20
I then bade him bring me hot shaving-water, in a loud dignified tone. 'Hot shaving-water!' says he, bursting out laughing (and I confess not without reason).
'Is it yourself you're going to shave ?' said he.
'And maybe when I bring you up the water I'll bring you up the cat too, and you can shave her.' I flung a boot at the scoundrel's head in reply to this impertinence, and was soon with my friends in the parlour for breakfast.
There was a hearty welcome, and the same cloth that had been used the night before: as I recognised by the black mark of the Irish-stew dish, and the stain left by a pot of porter at supper. My host greeted me with great cordiality; Mrs.Fitzsimons said I was an elegant figure for the Phoenix; and indeed, without vanity, I may say of myself that there were worse-looking fellows in Dublin than I.I had not the powerful chest and muscular proportion which I have since attained (to be exchanged, alas! for gouty legs and chalk-stones in my fingers; but 'tis the way of mortality), but I had arrived at near my present growth of six feet, and with my hair in buckle, a handsome lace jabot and wristbands to my shirt, and a red plush waistcoat, barred with gold, looked the gentleman I was born.
I wore my drab coat with plate buttons, that was grown too small for me, and quite agreed with Captain Fitzsimons that I must pay a visit to his tailor, in order to procure myself a coat more fitting my size. 'I needn't ask whether you had a comfortable bed,' said he.
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