in--sure I'll pay you, my boy,"--and they parted finally with Mr. Foker
at a billiard-room, where the latter had a particular engagement with
some gentlemen of Colonel Swallowtail's regiment.

Pen and the shabby Captain still walked the street together; the Captain,
in his sly way, making inquiries about Mr. Foker's fortune and station in
life. Pen told him how Foker's father was a celebrated brewer, and his
mother was Lady Agnes Milton, Lord Rosherville's daughter. The Captain
broke out into a strain of exaggerated compliment and panegyric about Mr.
Foker, whose "native aristocracie," he said, "could be seen with the
twinkling of an oi--and only served to adawrun other qualities which he
possessed, a foin intellect and a generous heart,"--in not one word of
which speech did the Captain accurately believe.

Pen walked on, listening to his companion's prate, wondering, amused, and
puzzled. It had not as yet entered into the boy's head to disbelieve any
statement that was made to him; and being of a candid nature himself, he
took naturally for truth what other people told him. Costigan had never
had a better listener, and was highly flattered by the attentiveness and
modest bearing of the young man.

So much pleased was he with the young gentleman, so artless, honest, and
cheerful did Pen seem to be, that the Captain finally made him an
invitation, which he very seldom accorded to young men, and asked Pen if
he would do him the fever to enter his humble abode, which was near at
hand, where the Captain would have the honour of inthrojuicing his young
friend to his daughther, Miss Fotheringay?

Pen was so delightfully shocked at this invitation, and was so stricken
down by the happiness thus suddenly offered to him, that he thought he