The things we do!

In the year 1816, he painted his great work of 'Boadicea.' You
see her before you. That lady in yellow, with a light front and a turban.
Boadicea became Mrs. Gandish in that year. So late as '27, he brought
before the world his 'Non Angli sed Angeli.' Two of the angels are yonder
in sea-green dresses--the Misses Gandish. The youth in Berlin gloves was
the little male angelus of that piece."
"How came you to know all this, you strange man?" says Mr. Honeyman.
"Simply because Gandish has told me twenty times. He tells the story to
everybody, every time he sees them. He told it to-day at dinner. Boadicea
and the angels came afterwards."
"Satire! satire! Mr. Pendennis," says the divine, holding up a reproving
finger of lavender kid, "beware of a wicked wit!--But when a man has that
tendency, I know how difficult it is to restrain. My dear Colonel, good
evening! You have a great reception to-night. That gentleman's bass voice
is very fine; Mr. Pendennis and I were admiring it.


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