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I am the bearer of a mission from my friend Captain Costigan," but here the man with the bass voice paused, faltered, and turned pale he caught sight of the red and well-remembered face of Mr. Tatham. "Hullo, Garbetts, speak up!" cried Mr. Foker, delighted. "Why, bless my soul, it is the other party to the bill!" said Mr. Tatham. "I say, sir; stop I say."
Garbetts was despatched then with this message and letter; and bidding Heaven bless 'um the General squeezed his ambassador's hand, and saw him depart.
"You don't mean to say, you mean mortal combat, Captain," Garbetts said, aghast. "What the devil else do I mean, Garbetts? I want to shoot that man that has trajuiced me honor, or meself dthrop a victim on the sod." "D if I carry challenges," Mr. Garbetts replied.
Costigan to the little messenger, "and fetch Mr. Garbetts from his lodgings over the tripe shop, ye know, and tell 'em to send two glasses of whisky-and-water, hot, from the Grapes." So Tommy went his way; and presently Mr. Garbetts and the whisky came.
Goll, as the Admiral, looked like the figure-head of a seventy-four; and Garbetts, as Captain Boldweather, a miscreant who forms a plan for carrying off Black-eyed Susan, and waving an immense cocked hat says, "Come what may, he will be the ruin of her" all these performed their parts with their accustomed talent; and it was with a sincere regret that all our friends saw the curtain drop down and end that pretty and tender story.
In a score of minutes Garbetts came back with an anxious and crestfallen countenance. "Ye've seen 'um?" the Captain said. "Why, yes," said Garbetts. "And when is it for?" asked Costigan, trying the lock of one of the ancient pistols, and bringing it to a level with his oi as he called that bloodshot orb. "When is what for?" asked Mr. Garbetts. "The meeting, my dear fellow?"
But Garbetts, with a face as blank as Macbeth's when Banquo's ghost appears upon him, gasped some inarticulate words, and fled out of the room. The Major's gravity was also entirely upset, and he burst out laughing. So did Mr. Foker, who said, "By Jove, it was a good 'un." So did the attorney, although by profession a serious man.
They were friends, in fine: although Mr. Garbetts seldom called at Costigan's house, being disliked by Miss Fotheringay, of whom in her turn Mrs. Garbetts was considerably jealous. The truth is, that Garbetts had paid his court to Miss Fotheringay and been refused by her, before he offered his hand to Mrs. G. Their history, however, forms no part of our present scheme suffice it, Mr.
Garbetts, Principal Tragedian, a promising and athletic young actor, of jovial habits and irregular inclinations, between whom and Mr. Costigan there was a considerable intimacy. They were the chief ornaments of the convivial club held at the Magpie Hotel; they helped each other in various bill transactions in which they had been engaged, with the mutual loan of each other's valuable signatures.
Costigan, when he returned them, by giving him the little promissory note which had disquieted himself and Mr. Garbetts; and for which the Major settled with Mr. Tatham. Pen rushed wildly off to Chatteris that day, but in vain attempted to see Miss Fotheringay, for whom he left a letter, enclosed to her father. The enclosure was returned by Mr.
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