The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 315: what you’re looking at

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242 THE STEAM PACKET. ““Why the devil didn’t you send your trousers to” me to mend, and —— ”’ Captain Pentonville darted a terrible look upon his principal, who, immediately recollecting himself, added, “‘ and I would have sent you another pair. However,” he said, after a moment’s pause, seeing that . the unfortunate lawyer groaned very much, and being in reality a very good-hearted fellow,—‘* however, I am devilish sorry that this has happened. It was all your own fault; but never mind. It will teach you in future not to interfere with ladies engaged to other men. Excuse me—I have done this mischief—and, at all events, you want a new pair of breeches. Accept this trifle:”—he placed two Napoleons, (a part of Mr. Smale’s money) in the hand of the wounded man; ‘“‘T will see you again before we leave. All things considered, I should recommend you to order Oxford grey trousers—they suit a man of your build and complexion. Pentonville, let us make haste back, and send a vehicle to fetch the poor fellow home: east Mr. Latitat’s eyes filled with tears, as he wrung the hand of his gene- rous opponent; he endeavoured to utter some words of thanks, but could not, for pain, surprise, and joy overpowered him, The captain and the supposed nobleman then bowed slightly to the major and the surgeon, and returned to Calais without a moment’s delay. Having despatched a chaise to convey the wounded man to his own domicile, they repaired to the table-d’héte room, where the Luminaries were anxiously awaiting their return, it being conjectured amongst them, from what had been mentioned on the preceding day at the dinner- table, that a duel. was on the zapis. Great, therefore, were the re- jJoicings when the two men of war made their appearance; and “‘ Lord ‘Noodleton ” immediately became elevated into a hero or a demigod, when the result was made known. Belinda did not attempt to conceal her delight at the gallantry of her intended, but skipped about from her papa to her mamma, and from her mamma to her sisters, without knowing why or wherefore.” | | “Well,” said Mr. Pifpaf, “Iam glad it is over. I should have _considered it to be my duty to interfere, only your lordship declared- that you would never forgive any one who did so.” _ “Nor more I would,” ejaculated the tailor, casting a triumphant glance around him. ~ How different. is the song which all people mete when the danger that they dreaded 3 is past ! | eee Comicbooks.co