ain plans which he
had been forming had better not be abandoned; the splendid carriage
drove up at length to the Begum's house in Grosvenor Place; the idlers
and boys lingering about the place to witness, according to public wont,
the close of the Derby Day, cheering the carriage as it drew up, and
envying the happy folks who descended from it.

"And it's for the son of this man that I am made a beggar!" Blanche
said, quivering with anger, as she walked upstairs leaning on the
Major's arm--"for this cheat--for this blackleg--for this liar--for this
robber of women."

"Calm yourself, my dear Miss Blanche," the old gentleman said; "I pray
calm yourself. You have been hardly treated, most unjustly. But remember
that you have always a friend in me, and trust to an old fellow who will
try and serve you."

And the young lady, and the heir of the hopeful house of Clavering,
having retired to their beds, the remaining three of the Epsom party
remained for some time in deep consultation.

CHAPTER LX. Explanations

Almost a year, as the reader will perceive, has passed since an event
described a few pages back. Arthur's black coat is about to be exchanged
for a blue one. His person has undergone other more pleasing and
remarkable changes. His wig has been laid aside, and his hair, though
somewhat thinner, has returned to public view. And he has had the honour
of appearing at Court in the uniform of a Cornet of the Clavering troop
of the ----shire Yeomanry Cavalry, being presented to the Sovereign by
the Marquis of Steyne.

This was a measure strongly and pathetically urged by Arthur's uncle.
The Major would not hear of a year passing before this ceremony of
gentlemanhood was gone through. The old gentleman thought that
his nephew should belong to some rather more select Club than
the Megatherium; and has announced everywhere in the world his
disappointment that the young man's property has turned out not by any
means as well as he could have hoped, and is under fifteen hundred a
year.

That is the amount at which Pendennis's property is set down in
the world--where his publishers begin to respect him much more than
formerly, and where even mammas are by no means uncivil to him. For if
the pretty daughters are, naturally, to marry people of very different
expectations--at any rate, he will be eligible for the plain ones: and
if the brilliant and fascinating Myra is to hook an Earl, poor little
Beatrice, who has o