The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 195: what you’re looking at

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146 ‘THE STEAM PACKET. *¢ And it was mainly to ask you the meaning of that manceuvre that I am come now,” said Pentonville in a determined tone. “ Well, then, if you must know,” answered the tailor,—‘ I revealed all—I told hist the real truth—I declared myself!” | “Declared yourself!” exclaimed the captain, turning as pale as death. ‘‘ What in the name of common sense could have induced you to do that? And what did he say? Was he not mae at the cheat? Did he mention my name?” ‘“‘Ha! ha! ha!” cried the tailor: ‘“‘ what a fright we are in this morning!” “* Come, now, Mr. Buckram,”’ said the captain, excessively inital ‘none of this vulgar guffawing, if you please! ”’ “Who do you call vulgar?” demanded the tailor, jumping out of bed, and throwing himself into a pugilistic attitude, the ease and native grace of which were essentially increased by the lightness of his garb, he having nothing on at the time but his shirt. | ‘* Buckram, this’ humbug and bullying won’t do with me,” said the captain, rising. ‘‘ We are rowing in the same boat, and I insist ‘upon being made a partner of your proceedings, or it is impossible to sus- tain any degree of concert in our actions.” “Then I won’t tell you another word, for your impudence!”’ said the tailor, doggedly. . “* Buckram - | “.D n you !—call me by my proper title; or else Ill blow you as sure as you seem anxious to blow me,” interrupted the tailor, clenching his fists. “ Well, then, my lord,” said the captain, with a bitter smile of 1 se * will your lordship have the goodness ‘1 _ “ Ves—to kick you out of the room for a meddling, quarrelsome, cowardly coxcomb, Captain Pentonville!’ added the tailor. | ‘¢You dare not insult me!” cried the lover of Miss Aramintha, his lip quivering with rage. “T demand satisfaction!’ bawled the tailor, who did not appear to have quite shaken off the effects of the preceding evening’s dissipation : ‘‘ fists, pistols, swords, or harpoons—anything you like!” We must here observe that Mr. Pifpaf, after having gone shrhsil the ordeal of a hasty toilet and a good scolding,—the latter duly ad- ministered by his ‘‘ good lady,” who forgot her ‘‘ poor head ” for the occasion,—determined to proceed to the apartment of the supposed ~ Lord Noodieton, to inform him that Mrs. Pifpaf was graciously pleased to approve of his addresses to Miss Belinda; for Mrs. Pifpaf was very much delighted with that arrangement, made by her hus- \ Gomichooks:.co