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godfather, and as may be considered, in arter years, of a piece with
the Lillyvicks whose name he bears. I do say--and Mrs Kenwigs is
of the same sentiment, and feels it as strong as I do--that I
consider his being called Lillyvick one of the greatest blessings
and Honours of my existence.’
‘THE greatest blessing, Kenwigs,’ murmured his lady.
‘THE greatest blessing,’ said Mr Kenwigs, correcting himself. ‘A
blessing that I hope, one of these days, I may be able to deserve.’
This was a politic stroke of the Kenwigses, because it made Mr
Lillyvick the great head and fountain of the baby’s importance.
The good gentleman felt the delicacy and dexterity of the touch,
and at once proposed the health of the gentleman, name unknown,
who had signalised himself, that night, by his coolness and
‘Who, I don’t mind saying,’ observed Mr Lillyvick, as a great
concession, ‘is a good-looking young man enough, with manners
that I hope his character may be equal to.’
‘He has a very nice face and style, really,’ said Mrs Kenwigs.
‘He certainly has,’ added Miss Petowker. ‘There’s something in
his appearance quite--dear, dear, what’s that word again?’
‘What word?’ inquired Mr Lillyvick.
‘Why--dear me, how stupid I am,’ replied Miss Petowker,
hesitating. ‘What do you call it, when Lords break off door-
knockers and beat policemen, and play at coaches with other
people’s money, and all that sort of thing?’
‘Aristocratic?’ suggested the collector.
‘Ah! aristocratic,’ replied Miss Petowker; ‘something very
aristocratic about him, isn’t there?’
The gentleman held their peace, and smiled at each other, as