with the faintest possible blush flickering, as it were, in her cheek.
Her eyes were grey, with prodigious long lashes; and as for her mouth,
Mr. Pendennis has given me subsequently to understand, that it was of a
staring red colour, with which the most brilliant geranium, sealing-wax,
or Guardsman's coat, could not vie.

"And very warm," continued this empress and Queen of Sheba.

Mr. Pen again assented, and the conversation rolled on in this manner.
She asked Costigan whether he had had a pleasant evening at the George,
and he recounted the supper and the tumblers of punch. Then the father
asked her how she had been employing the morning.

"Bows came," said she, "at ten, and we studied Ophalia. It's for the
twenty-fourth, when I hope, sir, we shall have the honour of seeing ye."

"Indeed, indeed, you will," Mr. Pendennis cried; wondering that she
should say 'Ophalia,' and speak with an Irish inflection of voice
naturally, who had not the least Hibernian accent on the stage.

"I've secured 'um for your benefit, dear," said the Captain, tapping his
waistcoat pocket, wherein lay Pen's sovereigns, and winking at Pen, with
one eye, at which the boy blushed.

"Mr---the gentleman's very obleging," said Mrs. Haller.

"My name is Pendennis," said Pen, blushing. "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.