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" I consider it an affair finished, as tlie French 

 say," answered Cheshire. ^'And in the meantime, I 

 shall say good-night, for it has grown late while we 

 have been talking about your great Virginian." 



"By the bye! they used to call somehodj tJiat, 

 didn't they?" asked Vauxhall. "Who was it?" 



" One General Washington," replied Lambton, 

 coolly. 



" Oh, yes ! so it was ; that '11 do to talk to him 

 about." 



" Admirably. But don't say any thing about Boss 

 to him." 



" Why not ? Who was Boss ?" 



"Why he ^6>o A; Washington." 



" The devil he did. Well, you're a good fellow, 

 after all, to tell me ; for, just as likely as not I should 

 have said something ; and, if he is such a shot, it 

 would be a bore to be killed for a blunder." 



"Much worse to be laughed at, hey, Yaux?" 



" I believe you." 



" Why yes, as to that, you're like the eels." 



"What eels?" 



" Used to it, you know. Ha ! ha ! Well, good- 

 night." 



" Good-night, every body." 



So they parted. 



