came out in Falkland, to Mrs.
Bunce's Julia."

"And a pretty Julia she was," the Captain interposed; "a woman of fifty,
and a mother of ten children. 'Tis you ought to have been Julia, or my
name's not Jack Costigan."

"I didn't take the leading business then," Miss Fotheringay said
modestly; "I wasn't fit for't till Bows taught me."

"True for you, my dear," said the Captain: and bending to Pendennis,
he added, "Rejuiced in circumstances, sir, I was for some time a
fencing-master in Dublin (there's only three men in the empire could
touch me with the foil once, but Jack Costigan's getting old and stiff
now, sir), and my daughter had an engagement at the thayater there; and
'twas there that my friend, Mr. Bows, who saw her capabilities, and is
an uncommon 'cute man, gave her lessons in the dramatic art, and made
her what ye see. What have ye done since Bows went, Emily?"

"Sure, I've made a pie," Emily said, with perfect simplicity. She
pronounced it "Poy."

"If ye'll try it at four o'clock, sir, say the word," said Costigan
gallantly. "That girl, sir, makes the best veal and ham pie in England,
and I think I can promise ye a glass of punch of the right flavour."

Pen had promised to be at home to dinner at six o'clock, but the rascal
thought he could accommodate pleasure and duty in this point, and was
only too eager to accept this invitation. He looked on with delight and
wonder whilst Ophelia busied herself about the room, and prepared for
the dinner. She arranged the glasses, and laid and smoothed the little
cloth, all which duties she performed with a quiet grace and good
humour, which enchanted her guest more and more. The "poy" arrived from
the baker's in the hands of one of the little choir-boy's brothers
at the proper hour: and at four o'clock Pen found himself at
dinner--actually at dinner with the greatest tragic actress in the
world, and her father--with the handsomest woman in all creation--with
his first and only love, whom he had adored ever since when?--ever since
yesterday, ever since for ever. He ate a crust of her making, he poured
her out a glass of beer, he saw her drink a glass of punch--just one
wine-glass full--out of the tumbler which she mixed for her papa. She
was perfectly good-natured, and offered to mix one for Pendennis too. It
was prodigiously strong; Pen had never in his life drunk so much spirits
and water. Was it the punch, or the punch-maker who intoxicated him?

During dinner