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"Pynsent seems to think him pretty sure of the offer." "Just so; and if anyone can help him to it, Pynsent is the man. That marriage was the best thing Campion ever did for himself, in more ways than one. He wants holding in and keeping straight; and his wife has him well in hand, as everybody can see." "They seem a very happy couple."
Dance away all night with Pynsent, and be very happy. PEN." Laura was very thankful for this letter, and to think that there was goodness and forgiveness still in her mother's boy.
Under some calico draperies in the shady embrasure of a window, Arthur Pendennis chose to assume a very gloomy and frowning countenance, and to watch Miss Bell dance her first quadrille with Mr. Pynsent for a partner.
"We think very highly of Campion," said Sir John Pynsent, "and I am very glad you confirm our opinion." "I certainly think he will make his mark," said Dalton. "He comes of a very able family." Dalton found himself recalling the appearance and words of Miss Lettice Campion, whom he had met so often of late at the house of his cousin, Mrs.
In the rattle of the box, and of their agreeable conversation, Sir Francis's spirits rose to their accustomed point of feeble hilarity. Mr. Pynsent, who had asked Miss Amory to dance, came up on one occasion to claim her hand, but scowls of recognition having already passed between him and Mr.
Pynsent, then, coming into the refreshment-room with a lady, the wife of a constituent, on his arm, the Colonel asked him if he would try a glass of Sham? Pynsent took it with great gravity, bowed, tasted the wine, and pronounced it excellent, and with the utmost politeness retreated before Colonel Altamont.
John at the lodge "old red livery waistcoat clothes hanging out to dry on the gooseberry-bushes blue aprons, white ducks gad, they must be young Pendennis's white ducks nobody else wears 'em in the family. Rather a shy place for a sucking county member, ay, Pynsent?" "Snug little crib," said Mr. Pynsent, "pretty cosy little lawn." "Mr. Pendennis at home, old gentleman?" Mr.
And then he asked Sydney to dinner, and went home to pour the story into the ears of his wife. Lady Pynsent was not so much pleased as was he. She had had visions of a title for her sister-in-law, and thought that Nan would be throwing herself away if she married Sydney Campion, although he was a rising man, and would certainly be solicitor-general before long.
Whether this was true or not, he had certainly married a woman who suited him admirably; Lady Pynsent sympathized in all his tastes and ambitions, gave excellent dinner parties, and periodically brought a handsome boy into the world to inherit the family name and embarrass the family resources.
"Did you see the look he gave Pendennis?" Strong asked, enjoying the idea of the mischief "I think he would like to run little Pen through with one of his spits." "He is an odious, conceited, clumsy creature, that Mr. Pen," said Blanche. "Broadfoot looked as if he would like to kill him too, so did Pynsent," Strong said. "What ice will you have water ice or cream ice?" "Water ice.
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