Yet mark how grateful he is for his portion of it." Bingley.

"Because though old, he is but a child in the leading-string of hope." (He looks steadily at Foker, who, however, continues to suck the top of his stick in an unconcerned manner.) Francis.

"Hope is the nurse of life." Bingley.

"And her cradle--is the grave." The Stranger uttered this with the moan of a bassoon in agony, and fixed his eyes on Pendennis so steadily, that the poor lad was quite put out of countenance.

He thought the whole house must be looking at him; and cast his eyes down.