o visit there too. If He has a married sister you will like to spend
long mornings with her. You will fatigue your servant by sending notes
to her, for which there will be the most pressing occasion, twice or
thrice in a day. You will cry if your mamma objects to your going too
often to see His family. The only one of them you will dislike, is
perhaps his younger brother, who is at home for the holidays, and who
will persist in staying in the room when you come to see your dear
new-found friend, his darling second sister. Something like this will
happen to you, young ladies, or, at any rate, let us hope it may. Yes,
you must go through the hot fits and the cold fits of that pretty fever.
Your mothers, if they would acknowledge it, have passed through it
before you were born, your dear papa being the object of the passion,
of course,--who could it be but he? And as you suffer it, so will your
brothers, in their way,--and after their kind. More selfish than you:
more eager and headstrong than you: they will rush on their destiny
when the doomed charmer makes her appearance. Or if they don't, and you
don't, Heaven help you! As the gambler said of his dice, to love and win
is the best thing, to love and lose is the next best. You don't die of
the complaint: or very few do. The generous wounded heart suffers and
survives it. And he is not a man, or she a woman, who is not conquered
by it, or who does not conquer it in his time.----Now, then, if you ask
why Henry Foker, Esquire, was in such a hurry to see Arthur Pendennis,
and felt such a sudden value and esteem for him, there is no difficulty
in saying it was because Pen had become really valuable in Mr. Foker's
eyes: because if Pen was not the rose, he yet had been near that
fragrant flower of love. Was not he in the habit of going to her house
in London? Did he not live near her in the country?--know all about the
enchantress? What, I wonder, would Lady Ann Milton, Mr. Foker's cousin
and pretendue, have said, if her ladyship had known all that was going
on in the bosom of that funny little gentleman?

Alas! when Foker reached Lamb Court, leaving his carriage for the
admiration of the little clerks who were lounging in the archway
that leads thence into Flag Court which leads into Upper Temple Lane,
Warrington was in the chambers but Pen was absent. Pen was gone to the
printing-office to see his proofs. "Would Foker have a pipe and should
the laundress go to the Cock and get