Tunbridge society of women and card-playing seemed child's-play to him
now he had tasted the delight of London life.

By the time he reached London again, almost all the four-and-forty
pounds which we have seen that he possessed at Tunbridge had slipped out
of his pocket, and further supplies were necessary. Regarding these he
made himself presently easy. There were the two sums of 5000 pounds in
his own and his brother's name, of which he was the master. He would
take up a little money, and with a run or two of good luck at play he
could easily replace it. Meantime he must live in a manner becoming his
station, and it must be explained to Madam Esmond that a gentleman
of his rank cannot keep fitting company, and appear as becomes him in
society, upon a miserable pittance of two hundred a year.

Mr. Warrington sojourned at the Bedford Coffee-House as before, but only
for a short while. He sought out proper lodgings at the Court end of the
town, and fixed on some apartments in Bond Street, where he and
Gumbo installed themselves, his horses standing at a neighbouring
livery-stable. And now tailors, mercers, and shoemakers were put in
requisition. Not without a pang of remorse, he laid aside his mourning
and figured in a laced hat and waistcoat. Gumbo was always dexterous in
the art of dressing hair, and with a little powder flung into his fair
locks Mr. Warrington's head was as modish as that of any gentleman in
the Mall. He figured in the Ring in his phaeton. Reports of his great
wealth had long since preceded him to London, and not a little curiosity
was excited about the fortunate Virginian.

Until our young friend could be balloted for at the proper season,
my Lord March had written down his name for the club at White's
Chocolate-House, as a distinguished gentleman from America. There were
as yet but few persons of fashion in London, but with a pocket full of
money at one-and-twenty, a young fellow can make himself happy even out
of the season; and Mr. Harry was determined to enjoy.

He ordered Mr. Draper, then, to sell five hundred pounds of his stock.
What would his poor mother have said had she known that the young
spendthrift was already beginning to dissipate his patrimony? He dined
at the tavern, he supped at the club, where Jack Morris introduced him,
with immense eulogiums, to such gentlemen as were in town. Life and
youth and pleasure were before him, the wine was set a-running, and the
eager lad was gre