He is a very good boy, rather idle and unenergetic, but he is a very honest gentlemanlike little fellow, though I can't get him to construe as I wish.

Won't you come in and have some luncheon?
My wife will be very happy to see you." But Major Pendennis declined the luncheon.

He said his brother was very ill, had had a fit the day before, and it was a great question if they should see him alive.
"There's no other son, is there ?" said the Doctor.

The Major answered "No." "And there's a good eh--a good eh--property I believe ?" asked the other in an off-hand way.
"H'm--so so," said the Major.

Whereupon this colloquy came to an end.
And Arthur Pendennis got into the postchaise with his uncle never to come back to school any more.
As the chaise drove through Clavering, the hostler standing whistling under the archway of the Clavering Arms, winked the postilion ominously, as much as to say all was over.