He was eager to fly too now, as were other folks round about Chatteris.

Poor Smirke wanted to go away from the sight of the syren widow.

Foker began to think he had had enough of Baymouth, and that a few supper-parties at Saint Boniface would not be unpleasant.

And Major Pendennis longed to be off, and have a little pheasant-shooting at Stillbrook, and get rid of all annoyances and tracasseries of the village.

The widow and Laura nervously set about the preparation for Pen's kit, and filled trunks with his books and linen.