Warrington, and Pen's mother, and Laura are our hero's better angels,--angels so good as to make us wonder that a creature so weak should have had such angels about him; though we are driven to confess that their affection and loyalty for him are natural.
There is a melancholy beneath the roughness of Warrington, and a feminine softness combined with the reticent manliness of the man, which have endeared him to readers beyond perhaps any character in the book.
Major Pendennis has become immortal.

Selfish, worldly, false, padded, caring altogether for things mean and poor in themselves; still the reader likes him.

It is not quite all for himself.

To Pen he is good,--to Pen who is the head of his family, and to come after him as the Pendennis of the day.

To Pen and to Pen's mother he is beneficent after his lights.