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Whilst Tommy Creed was gone on this errand, Miss Costigan sate below with
Mrs. Creed, telling her landlady how Mr. Arthur Pendennis's uncle, the
Major, was above-stairs; a nice, soft-spoken old gentleman; that butter
wouldn't melt in his mouth: and how Sir Derby had gone out of the room in
a rage of jealousy, and thinking what must be done to pacify both of
them.
"She keeps the keys of the cellar, Major," said Mr. Costigan, as the girl
left the room.
"Upon my word you have a very beautiful butler," answered Pendennis,
gallantly, "and I don't wonder at the young fellows raving about her.
When we were of their age, Captain Costigan, I think plainer women would
have done our business."
"Faith, and ye may say that, sir--and lucky is the man who gets her. Ask
me friend Bob Bows here whether Miss Fotheringay's moind is not even
shuparior to her person, and whether she does not possess a cultiveated
intellect, a refoined understanding, and an emiable disposition?"
"O of course," said Mr. Bows, rather drily. "Here comes Hebe blushing
from the cellar.


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