He had intended to go to the play too, but sleep had overtaken him after a copious meal, and he had flung up his legs on the bench, and indulged in a nap instead of the dramatic amusement.

The Major was meditating how to address the young man, but the latter prevented him that trouble.
"Like to look at the evening paper, sir ?" said Mr.Foker, who was always communicative and affable; and he took up the Globe from his table, and offered it to the new-comer.
"I am very much obliged to you," said the Major, with a grateful bow and smile.

"If I don't mistake the family likeness, I have the pleasure of speaking to Mr.Henry Foker, Lady Agnes Foker's son.

I have the happiness to name her ladyship among my acquaintances--and you bear, sir, a Rosherville face." "Hullo! I beg your pardon," Mr.Foker said, "I took you,"-- he was going to say--"I took you for a commercial gent." But he stopped that phrase.
"To whom have I the pleasure of speaking ?" he added.
"To a relative of a friend and schoolfellow of yours--Arthur Pendennis, my nephew, who has often spoken to me about you in terms of great regard.

I am Major Pendennis, of whom you may have heard him speak.