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"His old what, sir!" cries Fitz-Boodle, jumping up from his seat. "Klingenspohr's wife old! is he married again? Is Dorothea, then, d-d-dead?" "Dead! no more dead than you are, only I take her to be five-and-thirty.
Well, to cut a long story short, which is told here merely for the moral at the end of it, I should have been Fitz-Boodle M'Alister at this minute most probably, and master of four thousand a year, but for the fatal cigar-box.
His appearance, however, did not bespeak a great fortune: he had an old grey hat, short old trousers, an old waistcoat with regimental buttons, and patched Blucher boots, such as are not usually sported by persons in easy life. "Ah!" says he, with a sigh, in reply to my queries, "times are changed since them days, Fitz-Boodle. My wife's not what she was the beautiful creature you knew her.
But as in all great causes and in promulgating new and illustrious theories, their first propounders and exponents are generally the victims of their enthusiasm, of course the first preachers of smoking have been martyrs, too; and George Fitz-Boodle is one. The first gas-man was ruined; the inventor of steam-engine printing became a pauper.
I wish that horrid Sir John Todcaster had not begun his story of the exciseman, for Lady Fitz-Boodle always quits the table when he begins." Third Miss. "Do you like those tufts that gentlemen wear sometimes on their chins?" Second Miss. "Nonsense, Mary!" Third Miss. "Well, I only asked, Jane.
We were quartered at Cork, where I found the Irish doodheen and tobacco the pleasantest smoking possible; and was found by his lordship, one day upon stable duty, smoking the shortest, dearest little dumpy clay-pipe in the world. "Cornet Fitz-Boodle," said my lord in a towering passion, "from what blackguard did you get that pipe?"
Both were roaring with great power of lungs. As soon as Dennis saw me, his face lost the dull puzzled expression which had seemed to characterise it; he dropped the pole of the go-cart from one hand, and his son from the other, and came jumping forward to greet me with all his might, leaving his progeny roaring in the road. "Bless my sowl," says he, "sure it's Fitz-Boodle?
Walker, who's an angel on earth; but I'm very willing to apologise. I say come let me take your measure for some new clothes, eh! Mr. "I'll come to your shop," answered the literary man, quite appeased. "Silence! they're beginning another song." "My dear Mr. Fitz-Boodle," said our old host to me, "you can do me the greatest service in the world." "Speak, sir!" said I.
She was a keen-sighted little person, and soon found that the world had belied poor George Fitz-Boodle; who, instead of being the cunning monster people supposed him to be, was a simple, reckless, good-humored, honest fellow, marvellously addicted to smoking, idleness, and telling the truth.
All that I say is, that I can put young men in the way of making a comfortable livelihood, and leaving behind them, not a name, but what is better, a decent maintenance to their children. Fitz-Boodle is as good a name as any in England.
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