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Do you think you could speak to the governor for me, Mr. Pendennis?" "And tell him what?" "I've gone and done it, sir," said Huxter, with a particular look. "You you don't mean to say you have you have done any wrong to that dear little creature, sir?" said Pen, starting up in a great fury. "I hope not," said Huxter, with a hangdog look: "but I've married her.
And he told the ladies how Huxter had elevated Fanny to the rank of wife, and what terrors he was in respecting the arrival of his father.
A halo of happiness beamed from her. She moved with a different step, and bloomed with a new beauty. Arthur saw the change; and the old Lady Rockminster remarked it with her shrewd eyes. "What a sly demure little wretch you have been," she whispered to Laura while Pen, in great spirits, was laughing, and telling his story about Huxter "and how you have kept your secret!"
"The governor had arrived; was at the Somerset coffee-house was in tolerable good humor something about the railway: but he had been afraid to speak about about that business. Would Mr. Pendennis try it on?" Pen said he would go and call at that moment upon Mr. Huxter, and see what might be done. Huxter junior would lurk outside while that awful interview took place.
She laughed pretty laughs; she admired everything; she took out the darling little jack-in-the-boxes, and was so obliged to Sam. And when they got home, and Mr. Huxter, still with darkness on his countenance, was taking a frigid leave of her she burst into tears, and said he was a naughty, unkind thing.
The poor fellow himself felt, as he laid it in Pen's hand, how hot his own was, and how black it left black marks on Pen's gloves; he saw them he would have liked to have clenched it again and dashed it into the other's good-humored face; and have seen, there upon that ground, with Fanny, with all England looking on, which was the best man he Sam Huxter of Bartholomew's, or that grinning dandy.
On one brilliant September morning, as Huxter was regaling himself with a cup of coffee at a stall in Covent Garden, having spent a delicious night dancing at Vauxhall, he spied the general reeling down Henrietta-street, with a crowd of hooting, blackguard boys at his heels, who had left their beds under the arches of the river betimes, and were prowling about already for breakfast, and the strange livelihood of the day.
The ox shall be slain, and the cup they'll drain; and the bells shall peal quite genteel; and my father-in-law, with the tear of sensibility bedewing his eye, shall bless us at his baronial porch. That shall be the order of proceedings, I think, Mr. Huxter; and I hope we shall see you and your lovely bride by her husband's side; and what will you please to drink, sir? Mrs.
Sam Huxter kept up a correspondence with his relative, and supplied him with choice news of the metropolis, in return for the baskets of hares, partridges, and clouted cream which the squire and his good-natured wife forwarded to Sam. A youth more brilliant and distinguished they did not know. He was the life and soul of their house, when he made his appearance in his native place.
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