day."

"And with powder and shot, too, as well as paper," says Morgan, "Faith,
the Docthor was out twice, and Condy Roony winged his man."

"They are talking about Doctor Boyne and Captain Shandon," Warrington
said, "who are the two Irish controversialists of the Dawn and the Day,
Dr. Boyne being the Protestant champion and Captain Shandon the Liberal
orator. They are the best friends in the world, I believe, in spite
of their newspaper controversies; and though they cry out against the
English for abusing their country, by Jove they abuse it themselves
more in a single article than we should take the pains to do in a dozen
volumes. How are you, Doolan?"

"Your servant, Mr. Warrington--Mr. Pendennis, I am delighted to have
the honour of seeing ye again. The night's journey on the top of the
Alacrity was one of the most agreeable I ever enjoyed in my life, and it
was your liveliness and urbanity that made the trip so charming. I have
often thought over that happy night, sir, and talked over it to Mrs.
Doolan. I have seen your elegant young friend, Mr. Foker, too, here,
sir, not unfrequently. He is an occasional frequenter of this hostelry,
and a right good one it is. Mr. Pendennis, when I saw you I was on the
Tom and Jerry Weekly Paper; I have now the honour to be sub-editor of
the Dawn, one of the best-written papers of the empire"--and he bowed
very slightly to Mr. Warrington. His speech was unctuous and measured,
his courtesy oriental, his tone, when talking with the two Englishmen,
quite different to that with which he spoke to his comrade.

"Why the devil will the fellow compliment so?" growled Warrington, with
a sneer which he hardly took the pains to suppress. "Psha--who comes
here?--all Parnassus is abroad to-night: here's Archer. We shall have
some fun. Well, Archer, House up?"

"Haven't been there. I have been," said Archer, with an air of mystery,
"where I was wanted. Get me some supper, John--something substantial. I
hate your grandees who give you nothing to eat. If it had been at Apsley
House, it would have been quite different. The Duke knows what I like,
and says to the Groom of the Chambers, 'Martin, you will have some cold
beef, not too much done, and a pint bottle of pale ale, and some
brown sherry, ready in my study as usual;--Archer is coming here this
evening.' The Duke doesn't eat supper himself, but he likes to see a man
enjoy a hearty meal, and he knows that I dine early. A man can't live
up