he room before the
clergyman, and took his arm to walk. Bayham then fell to Mr. Pendennis's
lot, and they went together. Through Hill Street and Berkeley Square
their course was straight enough; but at Hay Hill, Mr. Bayham made an
abrupt tack larboard, engaging in a labyrinth of stables, and walking a
long way round from Clifford Street, whither we were bound. He hinted
at a cab, but Pendennis refused to ride, being, in truth, anxious to
see which way his eccentric companion would steer. "There are reasons,"
growled Bayham, "which need not be explained to one of your experience,
why Bond Street must be avoided by some men peculiarly situated. The
smell of Truefitt's pomatum makes me ill. Tell me, Pendennis, is
this Indian warrior a rajah of large wealth? Could he, do you think,
recommend me to a situation in the East India Company? I would gladly
take any honest post in which fidelity might be useful, genius might
be appreciated, and courage rewarded. Here we are. The hotel seems
comfortable. I never was in it before."

When we entered the Colonel's sitting-room at Nerot's, we found the
waiter engaged in extending the table. "We are a larger party than I
expected," our host said. "I met my brother Brian on horseback leaving
cards at that great house in ------ Street."

"The Russian Embassy," says Mr. Honeyman, who knew the town quite well.

"And he said he was disengaged, and would dine with us," continues the
Colonel.

"Am I to understand, Colonel Newcome," says Mr. Frederick Bayham, "that
you are related to the eminent banker, Sir Brian Newcome, who gives such
uncommonly swell parties in Park Lane?"

"What is a swell party?" asks the Colonel, laughing. "I dined with my
brother last Wednesday; and it was a very grand dinner certainly. The
Governor-General himself could not give a more splendid entertainment.
But, do you know, I scarcely had enough to eat? I don't eat side dishes;
and as for the roast beef of Old England, why, the meat was put on the
table and whisked away like Sancho's inauguration feast at Barataria.
We did not dine till nine o'clock. I like a few glasses of claret and a
cosy talk after dinner; but--well, well"--(no doubt the worthy gentleman
was accusing himself of telling tales out of school and had come to a
timely repentance). "Our dinner, I hope, will be different. Jack Binnie
will take care of that. That fellow is full of anecdote and fun. You
will meet one or two more of our service; Sir T