The things we do!

Pendennis's mind. How delighted
the ladies are with the proposal! Mrs. Mackenzie claps her pretty hands,
and kisses Rosey again. If osculation is a mark of love, surely Mrs. Mack
is the best of mothers. I may say, without false modesty, that our little
entertainment was most successful. The champagne was iced to a nicety.
The ladies did not perceive that our laundress, Mrs. Flanagan, was
intoxicated very early in the afternoon. Percy Sibwright sang admirably,
and with the greatest spirit, ditties in many languages. I am sure Miss
Rosey thought him (as indeed he is) one of the most fascinating young
fellows about town. To her mother's excellent accompaniment Rosey sang
her favourite songs (by the way, her stock was very small--five, I think,
was the number). Then the table was moved into a corner, where the
quivering moulds of jelly seemed to keep time to the music; and whilst
Percy played, two couple of waltzers actually whirled round the little
room. No wonder that the court below was thronged with admirers, that
Paley the reading man was in a rage, and Mrs.


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