in a softer
voice; "it's only with you that I wish to speak, on some business which
concerns you; and perhaps you would favour me by walking into my house."

"If it is but for a minute or two, I will listen to you, Morgan,"
said Arthur; and thought to himself, "I suppose the fellow wants me
to patronise him;" and he entered the house. A card was already in the
front windows, proclaiming that apartments were to be let; and having
introduced Mr. Pendennis into the dining-room, and offered him a chair,
Mr. Morgan took one himself, and proceeded to convey some information to
him, of which the reader has already had cognisance.

CHAPTER LXX. In which Pendennis counts his Eggs

Our friend had arrived in London on that day only, though but for a
brief visit; and having left some fellow-travellers at an hotel to which
he had convoyed them from the West, he hastened to the Chambers in Lamb
Court, which were basking in as much sun as chose to visit that dreary
but not altogether comfortless building. Freedom stands in lieu of
sunshine in chambers; and Templars grumble, but take their ease in their
Inn. Pen's domestic announced to him that Warrington was in Chambers
too, and, of course, Arthur ran up to his friend's room straightway,
and found it, as of old, perfumed with the pipe, and George once more at
work with his newspapers and reviews. The pair greeted each other with
the rough cordiality which young Englishmen use one to another: and
which carries a great deal of warmth and kindness under its rude
exterior. Warrington smiled and took his pipe out of his mouth, and
said, "Well, young one!" Pen advanced and held out his hand, and said,
"How are you, old boy?" And so this greeting passed between two friends
who had not seen each other for months. Alphonse and Frederic would
have rushed into each other's arms and shrieked Ce bon coeur! ce cher
Alphonse! over each other's shoulders. Max and Wilhelm would have
bestowed half a dozen kisses, scented with Havannah, upon each other's
mustachios. "Well, young one!" "How are you, old boy?" is what two
Britons say: after saving each other's lives, possibly, the day before.
To-morrow they will leave off shaking hands, and only wag their heads at
one another as they come to breakfast. Each has for the other the very
warmest confidence and regard: each would share his purse with the
other: and hearing him attacked would break out in the loudest and most
enthusiastic praise of h