n songs, 'The Deserter,'
'The Shan Van Voght,' 'The Little Pig under the Bed,' and 'The Vale of
Avoca.' The evening was a great triumph for him--it ended. All triumphs
and all evenings end. And the next day, Miss Costigan having taken leave
of all her friends, having been reconciled to Miss Rouncy, to whom
she left a necklace and a white satin gown--the next day, he and Miss
Costigan had places in the Competitor coach rolling by the gates of
Fairoaks Lodge--and Pendennis never saw them.

Tom Smith, the coachman, pointed out Fairoaks to Mr. Costigan, who sate
on the box smelling of rum-and-water--and the Captain said it was a
poor place--and added, "Ye should see Castle Costigan, County Mayo, me
boy,"--which Tom said he should like very much to see.

They were gone and Pen had never seen them! He only knew of their
departure by its announcement in the county paper the next day: and
straight galloped over to Chatteris to hear the truth of this news. They
were gone indeed. A card of 'Lodgings to let' was placed in the dear
little familiar window. He rushed up into the room and viewed it over.
He sate ever so long in the old window-seat looking into the Dean's
garden: whence he and Emily had so often looked out together. He walked,
with a sort of terror, into her little empty bedroom. It was swept out
and prepared for new-comers. The glass which had reflected her fair face
was shining ready for her successor. The curtains lay square folded on
the little bed: he flung himself down and buried his head on the vacant
pillow.

Laura had netted a purse into which his mother had put some sovereigns,
and Pen had found it on his dressing-table that very morning. He gave
one to the little servant who had been used to wait upon the Costigans,
and another to the children, because they said they were very fond of
her. It was but a few months back, yet what years ago it seemed since
he had first entered that room! He felt that it was all done. The
very missing her at the coach had something fatal in it. Blank, weary,
utterly wretched and lonely the poor lad felt.

His mother saw She was gone by his look when he came home. He was eager
to fly too now, as were other folks round about Chatteris. Poor Smirke
wanted to go away from the sight of the syren widow. Foker began to
think he had had enough of Baymouth, and that a few supper-parties at
Saint Boniface would not be unpleasant. And Major Pendennis longed to be
off, and have a little