bankrupt landlady. What good can I do this
poor devil of a woman? I'll give her twenty pound--there's Warrington's
twenty pound, which he has just paid--but what's the use? She'll want
more, and more, and more, and that cormorant Morgan will swallow all.
No, dammy, I can't afford to know poor people; and to-morrow I'll say
Good-bye--to Mrs. Brixham and Mr. Morgan."

CHAPTER LXIX. In which the Major neither yields his Money nor his Life

Early next morning Pendennis's shutters were opened by Morgan, who
appeared as usual, with a face perfectly grave and respectful, bearing
with him the old gentleman's clothes, cans of water, and elaborate
toilet requisites.

"It's you, is it?" said the old fellow from his bed. "I shan't take you
back again, you understand."

"I ave not the least wish to be took back agin, Major Pendennis," Mr.
Morgan said, with grave dignity, "nor to serve you nor hany man. But as
I wish you to be comftable as long as you stay in my house, I came up
to do what's nessary." And once more, and for the last time, Mr. James
Morgan laid out the silver dressing-case, and strapped the shining
razor.

These offices concluded, he addressed himself to the Major with an
indescribable solemnity, and said: "Thinkin' that you would most likely
be in want of a respectable pusson, until you suited yourself, I spoke
to a young man last night, who is 'ere."

"Indeed," said the warrior in the tent-bed.

"He ave lived in the fust famlies, and I can wouch for his
respectability."

"You are monstrous polite," grinned the old Major. And the truth is,
that after the occurrences of the previous evening, Morgan had gone out
to his own Club at the Wheel of Fortune, and there finding Frosch, a
courier and valet just returned from a foreign tour with young Lord
Cubley, and for the present disposable, had represented to Mr. Frosch,
that he, Morgan, had "a devil of a blow hup with his own Gov'nor, and
was goin' to retire from the business haltogether, and that if Frosch
wanted a tempory job, he might probbly have it by applying in Bury
Street."

"You are very polite," said the Major, "and your recommendation, I am
sure, will have every weight."

Morgan blushed; he felt his master was 'a-chaffin' of him.' "The man
have awaited on you before, sir," he said with great dignity. "Lord De
la Pole, sir, gave him to his nephew young Lord Cubley, and he have been
with him on his foring tour, and not wishing to go to Fitzurs