be himself a servant,--

"'I will not shame To tell you what I am.'"

"The Swan says, 'To tell you what I was,' Mr. Peacock. But enough of
this trifling. Who placed you with Mr. Trevanion?"

Mr. Peacock looked down for a moment, and then fixing his eyes on me,
said, "Well, I'll tell you: you asked me, when we met last, about a
young gentleman,--Mr.--Mr. Vivian."

Pisistratus.--"Proceed."

Peacock.--"I know you don't want to harm him. Besides, 'He hath a
prosperous art,' and one day or other,--mark my words, or rather my
friend Will's,--

"'He will bestride this narrow world Like a Colossus.'

"Upon my life he will,--like a Colossus;

"'And we petty men--'"

Pisistratus (savagely).--"Go on with your story."

Peacock (snappishly).--"I am going on with it! You put me out. Where
was I--oh--ah--yes. I had just been sold up,--not a penny in my pocket;
and if you could have seen my coat,--yet that was better than the small
clothes! Well, it was in Oxford Street,--no, it was in the Strand, near
the Lowther,--