"
"Why, sir, you see--it's partly my fault. He went to the play one night--
for you see I'm down here readin' for my little go during the Long, only
I come over from Baymouth pretty often in my drag--well, sir, we went to
the play, and Pen was struck all of a heap with Miss Fotheringay--
Costigan her real name is--an uncommon fine gal she is too; and the next
morning I introduced him to the General, as we call her father--a regular
old scamp and such a boy for the whisky-and-water!--and he's gone on
being intimate there. And he's fallen in love with her--and I'm blessed
if he hasn't proposed to her," Foker said, slapping his hand on the
table, until all the dessert began to jingle.
"What! you know it too?" asked the Major.
"Know it! don't I? and many more too. We were talking about it at mess,
yesterday, and chaffing Derby Oaks--until he was as mad as a hatter. Know
Sir Derby Oaks? We dined together, and he went to the play: we were
standing at the door smoking, I remember, when you passed in to dinner."
"I remember Sir Thomas Oaks, his father, before he was a Baronet or a
Knight; he lived in Cavendish-square, and was physician to Queen
Charlotte.
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