"Have you carried up your master's 'ot water to shave with ?" he added, in a very satirical manner, to Mr.Foker's domestic, who here came down the yard bearing his master's clothes, most beautifully brushed and arranged.

"Show Mr.Pendennis up to 'un," and Pen followed the man at last to the apartment, where, in the midst of an immense bed, Mr.Harry Foker lay reposing.
The feather bed and bolsters swelled up all round Mr.Foker, so that you could hardly see his little sallow face and red silk nightcap.
"Hullo!" said Pen.
"Who goes there?
brother, quickly tell!" sang out the voice from the bed.

"What! Pendennis again?
Is your Mamma acquainted with your absence?
Did you sup with us last night?
No stop--who supped with us last night, Stoopid ?" "There was the three officers, sir, and Mr.Bingley, sir, and Mr.
Costigan, sir," the man answered, who received all Mr.Foker's remarks with perfect gravity.
"Ah yes: the cup and merry jest went round.

We chanted and I remember I wanted to fight a postboy.

Did I thrash him, Stoopid ?" "No, sir.