"Clive, you rogue, mind and be moderate with the champagne,
sir!"
"Champagne's for women," says Clive. "I stick to claret."
"I say, Pendennis," here Bayham remarked, "it is my deliberate opinion
that F. B. has got into a good thing."
Mr. Pendennis seeing there was a great party was for going home to his
chambers to dress. "Hm!" says Mr. Bayham, "don't see the necessity. What
right-minded man looks at the exterior of his neighbour? He looks here,
sir, and examines there," and Bayham tapped his forehead, which was
expansive, and then his heart, which he considered to be in the right
place.
"What is this I hear about dressing?" asks our host. "Dine in your frock,
my good friend, and welcome, if your dress-coat is in the country."
"It is at present at an uncle's," Mr. Bayham said, with great gravity,
"and I take your hospitality as you offer it, Colonel Newcome, cordially
and frankly."
Honest Mr. Binnie made his appearance a short time before the appointed
hour for receiving the guests, arrayed in a tight little pair of
trousers, and white silk stockings and pumps, his bald head shining like
a billiard-ball, his jolly gills rosy with good-humour.
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