The things we do!

Clive. "Sometimes she
seems to like me, and then she leaves me. Sometimes she is quite kind--
kind she always is--I mean, you know, Pen--you know what I mean; and then
up comes the old Countess, or a young Marquis, or some fellow with a
handle to his name, and she whistles me off till the next convenient
opportunity."
"Women are like that, my ingenuous youth," says Clive's counsellor.
"I won't stand it. I won't be made a fool of!" he continues. "She seems
to expect everybody to bow to her, and moves through the world with her
imperious airs. Oh, how confoundedly handsome she is with them! I tell
you what. I feel inclined to tumble down and feel one of her pretty
little feet on my neck and say, There! Trample my life out. Make a slave
of me. Let me get a silver collar and mark 'Ethel' on it, and go through
the world with my badge."
"And a blue ribbon for a footman to hold you by; and a muzzle to wear in
the dog-days. Bow! wow!" says Mr. Pendennis.
(At this noise Mr.


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