quarters of the house; the intrepid Smirke,
violently excited, clapped his hands, and cried out "Bravo, Bravo," as
loud as the Dragoon officers themselves. These were greatly moved,--ils
s'agitaient sur leurs bancs,--to borrow a phrase from our neighbours.
They were led cheering into action by the portly Swallowtail, who waved
his cap--the non-commissioned officers in the pit, of course, gallantly
following their chiefs. There was a roar of bravos rang through the
house; Pen bellowing with the loudest, "Fotheringay! Fotheringay!" and
Messrs. Spavin and Foker giving the view-halloo from their box. Even
Mrs. Pendennis began to wave about her pocket-handkerchief, and little
Laura danced, laughed, clapped, and looked up at Pen with wonder.

Hornbull led the beneficiaire forward, amidst bursts of enthusiasm--and
she looked so handsome and radiant, with her hair still over her
shoulders, that Pen hardly could contain himself for rapture: and he
leaned over his mother's chair, and shouted, and hurrayed, and waved his
hat. It was all he could do to keep his secret from Helen, and not say,
"Look! That's the woman! Isn't she peerless? I tell you I love her." But
he disguised these feelings under an enormous bellowing and hurraying.

As for Miss Fotheringay and her behaviour, the reader is referred to a
former page for an account of that. She went through precisely the same
business. She surveyed the house all round with glances of gratitude;
and trembled, and almost sank with emotion, over her favourite
trap-door. She seized the flowers (Foker discharged a prodigious bouquet
at her, and even Smirke made a feeble shy with a rose, and blushed
dreadfully when it fell into the pit). She seized the flowers and
pressed them to her swelling heart--etc., etc.--in a word--we refer
the reader to earlier pages. Twinkling in her breast poor old Pen saw a
locket which he had bought of Mr. Nathan in High Street, with the last
shilling he was worth, and a sovereign borrowed from Smirke.

'Black-Eyed Susan' followed, at which sweet story our gentle-hearted
friends were exceedingly charmed and affected: and in which Susan, with
a russet gown and a pink ribbon in her cap, looked to the full as lovely
as Ophelia. Bingley was great in William. Goll, as the Admiral, looked
like the figure-head of a seventy-four; and Garbetts, as Captain
Boldweather, a miscreant who forms a plan for carrying off Black-eyed
Susan, and waving an immense cocked hat says