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my friend accordingly began to ascend the stairs, slowly 

 ejaculating, — " Bless my soul ! rig me out indeed ! oh ! 

 oh ! oh ! bless my soul, what will they do next ? *' 



I should observe, by the way, that my old friend 

 Codrington was decidedly a descendant of the family 

 of Anak, of colossal proportions, standing about six feet 

 two inches high without his shoes, and weighing at that 

 time about seventeen stone. Any one may therefore 

 well imagine his look of contempt and thorough astonish- 

 ment when it was hinted that he could by any process be 

 compressed into anything belonging to the wardrobe of 

 either master or man, especially the latter, who stood, 

 in comparison to himself, in about the same ratio as a 

 pug to a Newfoundland dog. 



Having reached the apartment assigned to my friend, 

 a consultation was held, what could be done at this short 

 notice to make him at all presentable amongst ladies. 



Mr. Markham soon made his appearance, with vest- 

 ments of all sorts and sizes, collected from the various 

 inmates of the establishment, from the tall footman 

 downwards, but anything Uke a fit was totally out of 

 the question. Markham looked discomfited, and my 

 friend was pacing the apartment somewhat after the 

 fashion of a caged elephant, muttering, as was his custom 

 when things did not go well, " Bless my soul ! what 

 will they do next ? " when the half -hour bell sounded. 



" There," I said, " goes the dinner bell, and at this 

 rate you will not be ready till supper time in the servant's 

 hall." 



" Well," exclaimed Codrington, " but what can I 

 do?" 



" Only one thing that I can see, which is to bundle 

 in between the blankets, and send your white corduroys 



