It is the nephew's affair, depend on it.

The young one is in a scrape.

I was myself--when I was in the fifth form at Eton--a market-gardener's daughter--and swore I'd marry her.

I was mad about her--poor Polly!"-- here he made a pause, and perhaps the past rose up to Lord Steyne, and George Gaunt was a boy again not altogether lost.--"But I say, she must be a fine woman from Pendennis's account.

Have in Dolphin, and let us hear if he knows anything of her." At this Wenham sprang out of the box, passed the servitor who waited at the door communicating with the stage, and who saluted Mr.Wenham with profound respect; and the latter emissary, pushing on and familiar with the place, had no difficulty in finding out the manager, who was employed, as he not unfrequently was, in swearing and cursing the ladies of the corps-de-ballet for not doing their duty.
The oaths died away on Mr.Dolphin's lips, as soon as he saw Mr.Wenham; and he drew off the hand which was clenched in the face of one of the offending coryphees, to grasp that of the new-comer.