"I--I--hope you'll--you'll remember it." His heart thumped so as he made this audacious declaration, that he almost choked in uttering it.
"Pendennis"-- she answered slowly, and looking him full in the eyes, with a glance, so straight, so clear, so bright, so killing, with a voice so sweet, so round, so low, that the word and the glance shot Pen through and through, and perfectly transfixed him with pleasure.
"I never knew the name was so pretty before," Pen said.
"'Tis a very pretty name," Ophelia said.

"Pentweazle's not a pretty name.

Remember, papa, when we were on the Norwich Circuit, Young Pentweazle, who used to play second old men, and married Miss Rancy, the Columbine; they're both engaged in London now, at the Queen's, and get five pounds a week.

Pentweazle wasn't his real name.

'Twas Judkin gave it him, I don't know why.