ake his bed nor sweep his chambers; and he did not choose to let go
his pretty little partner. As for Fanny, her colour heightened, and
her bright eyes shone the brighter with pleasure, as she leaned for
protection on the arm of such a fine gentleman as Mr. Pen. And she
looked at numbers of other ladies in the place, and at scores of other
gentlemen under whose protection they were walking here and there; and
she thought that her gentleman was handsomer and grander-looking than
any other gent in the place. Of course there were votaries of pleasure
of all ranks there--rakish young surgeons, fast young clerks and
commercialists, occasional dandies of the Guard regiments, and the rest.
Old Lord Colchicum was there in attendance upon Mademoiselle Caracoline,
who had been riding in the ring; and who talked her native French very
loud, and used idiomatic expressions of exceeding strength as she walked
about, leaning on the arm of his lordship.

Colchicum was in attendance upon Mademoiselle Carandine, little Tom
Tufthunt was in attendance upon Lord Colchicum; and rather pleased, too,
with his position. When Don Juan scalles the wall, there's never a want
of a Leporello to hold the ladder. Tom Tufthunt was quite happy to act
as friend to the elderly viscount, and to carve the fowl, and to make
the salad at supper. When Pen and his young lady met the Viscount's
party, that noble poor only gave Arthur a passing leer of recognition
as his lordship's eyes passed from Pen's face under the bonnet of Pen's
companion. But Tom Tufthunt wagged his head very good-naturedly at Mr.
Arthur, and said, "How are you, old boy?" and looked extremely knowing
at the godfather of this history.

"That is the great rider at Astley's; I have seen her there," Miss
Bolton said, looking after Mademoiselle Caracoline; "and who is that old
man? is it not the gentleman in the ring!"

"That is Lord Viscount Colchicum, Miss Fanny," said Pen with an air
of protection. He meant no harm; he was pleased to patronise the young
girl, and he was not displeased that she should be so pretty, and that
she should be hanging upon his arm, and that yonder elderly Don Juan
should have seen her there.

Fanny was very pretty; her eyes were dark and brilliant, her teeth
were like little pearls; her mouth was almost as red as Mademoiselle
Caracoline's when the latter had put on her vermilion. And what a
difference there was between the one's voice and the other's, between
t