Hobnell wrote me so. Do you think you could speak
to the governor for me, Mr. Pendennis?"
"And tell him what?" "I've gone and done it, sir," said Huxter, with
a particular look.
"You--you don't mean to say you have--you have done any wrong to that
dear little creature, sir," said Pen, starting up in a great fury.
"I hope not," said Huxter, with a hang-dog look: "but I've married
her. And I know there will be an awful shindy at home. It was agreed
that I should be taken into partnership when I had passed the College,
and it was to have been Huxter and Son. But I _would_ have it,
confound it. It's all over now, and the old boy's wrote to me that
he's coming up to town for drugs: he will be here to-morrow, and then
it must all come out."
"And when did this event happen?" asked Pen, not over well pleased,
most likely, that a person who had once attracted some portion of his
royal good graces should have transferred her allegiance, and consoled
herself for his loss.
"Last Thursday was five weeks--it was two days after Miss Amory came
to Shepherd's Inn," Huxter answered.
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