on to see Lady Anne and Sir Brian,
and good Aunt Honeyman, in whose house the Baronet was lodged: and I
suppose he found out, by some means or other, where Lady Kew lived in
Mayfair.

But her ladyship was not at home, nor was she at home on the second day,
nor did there come any note from Ethel to her cousin. She did not ride
in the Park as of old. Clive, bien vu as he was, did not belong to that
great world as yet, in which he would be pretty sure to meet her every
night at one of those parties where everybody goes. He read her name in
the paper morning after morning, as having been present at Lady This's
entertainment and Lady That's ministerial reunion. At first he was too
shy to tell what the state of the case was, and took nobody into his
confidence regarding his little tendre.

There he was riding through Queen Street, Mayfair, attired in splendid
raiment: never missing the Park; actually going to places of worship in
the neighbourhood; and frequenting the opera--a waste of time which one
would never have expected in a youth of his nurture. At length a certain
observer of human nature remarking his state, rightly conjectured that
he must be in love, and taxed him with the soft impeachment--on which
the young man, no doubt anxious to open his heart to some one, poured
out all that story which has before been narrated; and told how he
thought his passion cured, and how it was cured; but when he heard from
Kew at Naples that the engagement was over between him and Miss Newcome,
Clive found his own flame kindle again with new ardour. He was wild to
see her. He dashed off from Naples instantly on receiving the news that
she was free. He had been ten days in London without getting a glimpse
of her. "That Mrs. Mackenzie bothers me so I hardly know where to turn,"
said poor Clive, "and poor little Rosey is made to write me a note about
something twice a day. She's a good dear little thing--little Rosey--and
I really had thought once of--of--oh, never mind that! Oh, Pen! I'm up
another tree now! and a poor miserable young beggar I am!" In fact, Mr.
Pendennis was installed as confidant, vice J. J.--absent on leave.

This is a part, which, especially for a few days, the present biographer
has always liked well enough. For a while, at least, I think almost
every man or woman is interesting when in love. If you know of two
or three such affairs going on in any soiree to which you may be
invited--is not the party straightway