[Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush by William Makepeace Thackeray]@TWC D-Link bookMemoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush CHAPTER VIII 8/26
We are both major, you know; so that the ceremony of a guardian's consent is unnecessary. "Your affectionate "ALGERNON DEUCEACE. "How I regret that difference between us some time back! Matters are changed now, and shall be more still AFTER THE MARRIAGE." I knew what my master meant,--that he would give the old lord the money after he was married; and as it was probble that miss would see the letter he roat, he made it such as not to let her see two clearly into his present uncomfrable situation. I took this letter along with the tender one for Miss, reading both of 'em, in course, by the way.
Miss, on getting hers, gave an inegspressable look with the white of her i's, kist the letter, and prest it to her busm.
Lord Crabs read his quite calm, and then they fell a-talking together; and told me to wait awhile, and I should git an anser. After a deal of counseltation, my lord brought out a card, and there was simply written on it, To-morrow, at the Ambassador's, at Twelve. "Carry that back to your master, Chawls," says he, "and bid him not to fail." You may be sure I stept back to him pretty quick, and gave him the card and the messinge.
Master looked sattasfied with both; but suttnly not over happy; no man is the day before his marridge; much more his marridge with a hump-back, Harriss though she be. Well, as he was a-going to depart this bachelor life, he did what every man in such suckmstances ought to do; he made his will,--that is, he made a dispasition of his property, and wrote letters to his creditors telling them of his lucky chance; and that after his marridge he would sutnly pay them every stiver.
BEFORE, they must know his povvaty well enough to be sure that paymint was out of the question. To do him justas, he seam'd to be inclined to do the thing that was right, now that it didn't put him to any inkinvenients to do so. "Chawls," says he, handing me over a tenpun-note, "here's your wagis, and thank you for getting me out of the scrape with the bailiffs: when you are married, you shall be my valet out of liv'ry, and I'll treble your salary." His vallit! praps his butler! Yes, thought I, here's a chance--a vallit to ten thousand a year.
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