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THE STEAM PACKET. | 61 admonitory frown; then, in a whisper, she added, ‘‘ his lordship doesn’t like rudeness.”’ ‘“‘ How very delightful this marine lunch is!” ejaculated the ami- able chairman of the Luminaries; and just at that moment a sudden lurch of the vessel emptied half his tumbler of bottled stout over his trousers. ‘s Wery pleasant, sir,” said Tom Gibbins, who was waiting upon the chairman’s little party; “‘ and so’s a airin’ in the stocks, arter a feller has been laid up in lavender for a fortnit’ or so; and so’s a ride in the queen’s omnibus ven a chap has been compelled to walk on his two legs all his life.”’ ‘“< The queen’s amie Tom!” said Mr. Pifpaf; ‘“‘ what may that Bis ‘The police-wan, sir,” was the explanatory answer. “Tom,” exclaimed Captain Pentonville, “‘ have the kindness to see, hear, and say ue ‘ ef Wes y good, sir,” said Tom; ‘‘ and wery pleasant it is to see, and exceedin’ edifyin’ to hear, sir, all you’ve got to do or say.” ‘“‘Tf that fellow was my servant,”’ whispered Buckram to Belinda, ‘‘I’d discharge him. I remember once, when my butler insulted © Lord Queerfysh about a figured silk waistcoat and a pair of double- milled —— ”’ ** About a what, my lord 2” asked Belinda. *¢ He means a Member of Parliament whom he milled—that is, thrashed,” cried Captain Pentonville, hastening to explain. ‘‘ Blowed if that there tailor feller von’t spile all, now,’’ said Mr, Gibbins to himself; ‘‘ natur’ vill peep out, just as a elbow will show - itself through a hole in the coat, and ven one ain’t got no shirt on, let him do all he can to perwent it! 17 ‘¢ What are you muttering to yourself, Tom, you rascal ?”” demanded Captain Pentonville. 7 ‘¢T was on’y a sayin’ how wery prudent his lordship were,” whis- pered Tom; ‘‘and what care he aoe take to be sure to keep hisself within the ficandapeiee 0’ reason.’ ‘“¢ My lord,” said Mr. Pifpaf, as one of the more youthful Luminaries approached the little party, ‘‘ allow me to introduce a particular young friend of mine—one of ws—the Luminaries, I mean—and a bright ornament to the institution. Mr. Smale, my lord—Mr. Smale, Lord Noodleton.” The tailor cast his eyes in a patronising manner upon Mr. Smale, and beheld an awkward-looking, raw-boned youth, of about one-and- twenty. Mr. Smale was, however, an industrious plodding person, Gomichbooks (E(0)