33/34 May Harry Feversham carry them on! May he add distinction to a distinguished name!" At once all that company was on its feet. "Harry Feversham, Harry Feversham," the cry was repeated and repeated, while old General Feversham sat in his chair with a face aflush with pride. And a boy a minute afterward in a room high up in the house heard the muffled words of a chorus-- For he's a jolly good fellow, For he's a jolly good fellow, For he's a jolly good fellow, And so say all of us, and believed the guests upon this Crimean night were drinking his father's health. He turned over in his bed and lay shivering. He saw in his mind a broken officer slinking at night in the shadows of the London streets. |