An' wi' that I gi'es Tamsin's health an' that o' P. Fogo,
Esquire, to whom she has been this day made man an' wife; an' bless
them an' their dear offspring!"
At this point he was sitting down when Paul leant across and
whispered in his ear.
"You are right, Paul," said the orator--"or offsprings. Bless their
dear offspring _or_ offsprings--as the case may be."
And with this he resumed his seat amid frantic applause.
The Twins alone escorted the bride and bridegroom to the
railway-station; and with the accident that there befell, the
chronicle of Mr. Fogo's adventures may for the present close.
While the brothers saw Tamsin to her carriage, and with their white
waistcoats and gigantic favours planted awe in the breast of the
travelling public, the bridegroom dived into the Booking Office to
take the tickets for London; for Mr. and Mrs. Fogo were to spend some
days in the Metropolis before crossing the Channel.
Now it so happened that in the Booking Office there hung a gorgeous
advertisement of one of the principal Steamship Companies,
representing a painted ship, the S.S. _Popocatepetl_, upon a painted
ocean, with a deckload of passengers in all varieties of national and
fancy costume. Mr. Fogo, as his eye rested on this company, halted
and looked more closely.
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