e Colonel and my
wife, that he was a prodigious genius, and that his good fortune would
go on increasing. Laura was for having Rosey return to her husband.
Every wife ought to be with her husband. J. J. shook his head about the
prosperity. "Let us see whether the Academy will have his pictures
this year, and what a place they will give him," said Ridley. To do him
justice, Clive thought far more humbly of his compositions than Ridley
did. Not a little touching was it to us, who had known the young men
in former days, to see them in their changed positions. It was Ridley,
whose genius and industry had put him in the rank of a patron--Ridley,
the good industrious apprentice, who had won the prize of his art--and
not one of his many admirers saluted his talent and success with such a
hearty recognition as Clive, whose generous soul knew no envy, and who
always fired and kindled at the success of his friends.

When Mr. Clive used to go over to Boulogne from time to time to pay his
dutiful visits to his wife, the Colonel did not accompany his son, but,
during the latter's absence, would dine with Mrs. Pendennis.

Though the preparations were complete in Howland Street, and Clive
dutifully went over to Boulogne, Mrs. Pendennis remarked that he seemed
still to hesitate about bringing his wife to London.

Upon this Mr. Pendennis observed that some gentlemen were not
particularly anxious about the society of their wives, and that this
pair were perhaps better apart. Upon which Mrs. Pendennis, drubbing on
the ground with a little foot, said, "Nonsense, for shame, Arthur! How
can you speak so flippantly? Did he not swear before Heaven to love and
cherish her, never to leave her, sir? Is not his duty his duty, sir?"
(a most emphatic stamp of the foot). "Is she not his for better, or for
worse?"

"Including the Campaigner, my dear?" says Mr. P.

"Don't laugh, sir! She must come to him. There is no room in Howland
Street for Mrs. Mackenzie."

"You artful scheming creature! We have some spare rooms. Suppose we ask
Mrs. Mackenzie to come and live with us, my dear? and we could then have
the benefit of the garrison anecdotes, and mess jocularities of your
favourite, Captain Goby."

"I could never bear the horrid man!" cried Mrs. Pendennis. And how can I
tell why she disliked him?

Everything being now ready for the reception of Clive's little family,
we counselled our friend to go over to Boulogne, and bring back his wife
and