But you will get over these, my boy; you will get over these; and when you are famous and celebrated, as I know you will be, will you remember your old tutor and the happy early days of your youth ?" Pen swore he would: with another shake of the hand across the glasses and apricots.

"I shall never forget how kind you have been to me, Smirke," he said.

"I don't know what I should have done without you.

You are my best friend." "Am I, really, Arthur ?" said Smirke, looking through his spectacles; and his heart began to beat so that he thought Pen must almost hear it throbbing.
"My best friend, my friend for ever," Pen said.

"God bless you, old boy," and he drank up the last glass of the second bottle of the famous wine which his father had laid in, which his uncle had bought, which Lord Levant had imported, and which now, like a slave indifferent, was ministering pleasure to its present owner, and giving its young master delectation.
"We'll have another bottle, old boy," Pen said, "by Jove we will.
Hurray!--claret goes for nothing.