Upon my word and honour, as a gentleman and an executor to my brother's will too, he left little more than five hundred a year behind him." "And with aconomy, a handsome sum of money too, sir," the Captain answered.

"Faith, I've known a man drink his clar't, and drive his coach-and-four on five hundred a year and strict aconomy, in Ireland, sir.

We'll manage on it, sir--trust Jack Costigan for that." "My dear Captain Costigan--I give you my word that my brother did not leave a shilling to his son Arthur." "Are ye joking with me, Meejor Pendennis ?" cried Jack Costigan.

"Are ye thrifling with the feelings of a father and a gentleman ?" "I am telling you the honest truth," said Major Pendennis.

"Every shilling my brother had, he left to his widow: with a partial reversion, it is true, to the boy.