He thanked him
for his faithful services, and, observing that he himself was no
longer in a condition to maintain a domestic, advised him to retire
to the garrison, where he would be kindly received by his friend
Hatchway, to whom he would recommend him in the strongest terms.
Pipes looked blank at this unexpected intimation, to which he
replied, that he wanted neither pay nor provision, but only to be
employed as a tender; and that he would not steer his course for
the garrison, unless his master would first take his lumber aboard.
Pickle, however, peremptorily refused to touch a farthing of the
money, which he commanded him to put up, and Pipes was so mortified
at his refusal, that, twisting the notes together, he threw them
into the fire without hesitation, crying, "D-- the money!" The
canvas bag with its contents would have shared the same fate, had
not Peregrine started up, and snatching the paper from the flames,
ordered his valet to forbear, on pain of being banished for ever
from his sight. He told him that, for the present, there was a
necessity for his being dismissed, and he discharged him accordingly;
but, if he would go and live quietly with the lieutenant, he
promised, on the first favourable turn of his fortune, to take him
again into his service.
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