CHAPTER X.Facing the Enemy.
Sauntering slowly homewards, Major Pendennis reached the George presently, and found Mr.Morgan, his faithful valet, awaiting him at the door of the George Inn, who stopped his master as he was about to take a candle to go to bed, and said, with his usual air of knowing deference, "I think, sir, if you would go into the coffee-room, there's a young gentleman there as you would like to see." "What, is Mr.Arthur here ?" the Major said, in great anger.
"No, sir--but his great friend, Mr.Foker, sir.

Lady Hagnes Foker's son is here, sir.

He's been asleep in the coffee-room since he took his dinner, and has just rung for his coffee, sir.

And I think, p'raps, you might like to git into conversation with him," the valet said, opening the coffee-room door.
The Major entered; and there indeed was Mr.Foker, the only occupant of the place.

He was rubbing his eyes, and sate before a table rated with empty decanters and relics of dessert.