the enormous Mrs. Bingley as the Countess, in rumpled green satin and a
Polish cap; he mimicked them, and delighted his mother and little Laura,
who clapped her hands with pleasure.

"And Mrs. Haller?" said Mrs. Pendennis.

"She's a stunner, ma'am," Pen said, laughing, and using the words of his
revered friend, Mr. Foker.

"A what, Arthur?" asked the lady.

"What is a stunner, Arthur?" cried Laura, in the same voice.

So he gave them a queer account of Mr. Foker, and how he used to be
called Vats and Grains, and by other contumelious names at school: and
how he was now exceedingly rich, and a Fellow Commoner at St. Boniface.
But gay and communicative as he was, Mr. Pen did not say one syllable
about his ride to Chatteris that day, or about the new friends whom he
had made there.

When the two ladies retired, Pen, with flashing eyes, filled up two great
bumpers of Madeira, and looking Smirke full in the face said, "Here's to
her!"

"Here's to her," said the curate with a sigh, lifting the glass and
emptying it, so that his face was a little pink when he put it down.

Pen had even less sleep that night than on the night before. In the
morning, and almost before dawn, he went out and saddled that unfortunate
Rebecca himself, and rode her on the Downs like mad. Again Love had