Eversleigh in social status, but whose talents,
united to tact, had lifted him above his natural level.
The young surgeon was a slim, elegant-looking young man, with a pale,
sallow face, and flashing black eyes. His appearance was altogether
foreign, and although his own name was English, he was half a
Frenchman, his mother being a native of Bordeaux. This widowed mother
now lived with him, dependent on him, and loving him with a devoted
affection.
From a chance meeting in a public billiard-room, an intimacy arose
between Victor Carrington and Reginald Eversleigh, which speedily
ripened into friendship. The weaker nature was glad to find a stronger
on which to lean. Reginald Eversleigh invited his new friend to his
rooms--to champagne breakfasts, to suppers of broiled bones, eaten long
after midnight: to card-parties, at which large sums of money were lost
and won; but the losers were never Victor Carrington or Reginald
Eversleigh, and there were men who said that Eversleigh was a more
dangerous opponent at loo and whist since he had picked up that fellow
Carrington.
"I always feel afraid of Eversleigh, when that sallow-faced surgeon is
his partner at whist, or hangs about his chair at _ecarte_," said one
of the officers in Reginald Eversleigh's regiment. "It's my opinion
that black-eyed Frenchman is Mephistopheles in person. I never saw a
countenance that so fully realized my idea of the devil.
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