e Castle,
which Frosch's chest is delicate, and he cannot bear the cold in
Scotland, he is free to serve you or not, as you choose."

"I repeat, sir, that you are exceedingly polite," said the Major. Come
in, Frosch--you will do very well--Mr. Morgan, will you have the great
kindness to----"

"I shall show him what is nessary, sir, and what is customry for you to
wish to ave done. Will you please to take breakfast 'ere or at the Club,
Major Pendennis?"

"With your kind permission, I will breakfast here, and afterwards we
will make our little arrangements."

"If you please, sir."

"Will you now oblige me by leaving the room?"

Morgan withdrew; the excessive politeness of his ex-employer made him
almost as angry as the Major's bitterest words. And whilst the old
gentleman is making his mysterious toilet, we will also modestly retire.

After breakfast, Major Pendennis and his new aide-de-camp occupied
themselves in preparing for their departure. The establishment of the
old bachelor was not very complicated. He encumbered himself with no
useless wardrobe. A bible (his mother's), a road book, Pen's novel (calf
elegant), and the Duke of Wellington's Despatches, with a few prints,
maps, and portraits of that illustrious general, and of various
sovereigns and consorts of this country, and of the General under whom
Major Pendennis had served in India, formed his literary and artistical
collection: he was always ready to march at a few hours' notice, and
the cases in which he had brought his property into his lodgings some
fifteen years before, were still in the lofts amply sufficient to
receive all his goods. These, the young woman who did the work of the
house, and who was known by the name of Betty to her mistress, and
of "Slavey" to Mr. Morgan, brought down from their resting-place, and
obediently dusted and cleaned under the eyes of the terrible Morgan. His
demeanour was guarded and solemn; he had spoken no word as yet to Mrs.
Brixham respecting his threats of the past night, but he looked as if he
would execute them, and the poor widow tremblingly awaited her fate.

Old Pendennis, armed with his cane, superintended the package of his
goods and chattels, under the hands of Mr. Frosch, and the Slavey burned
such of his papers as he did not care to keep; flung open doors and
closets until they were all empty; and now all boxes and chests were
closed, except his desk, which was ready to receive the final accounts
of