"Where are your mother and your Aunt Fanny ?" Mr.Minafer inquired, not looking up.
"They're coming," said his son; and, casting himself heavily into a chair, stared at the fire.
His prediction was verified a few moments later; the two ladies came in cheerfully, unfastening their fur cloaks.

"It's all right, Georgie," said Isabel.

"Your Uncle George called to us that Pendennis got home safely.

Put your shoes close to the fire, dear, or else go and change them." She went to her husband and patted him lightly on the shoulder, an action which George watched with sombre moodiness.

"You might dress before long," she suggested.