The things we do!

Mackenzie's frank handwriting, announcing Mr. James Binnie's address was
"Poste-restante, Pau, in the Pyrenees," and that his London agents were
Messrs. So-and-so. The woman said she believed the gentleman had been
unwell. The house, too, looked very pale, dismal, and disordered. We
drove away from the door, grieving to think that ill-health, or any other
misfortunes, had befallen good old James.
Mrs. Pendennis drove back to our lodgings, Brixham's, in Jermyn Street,
while I sped to the City, having business in that quarter. It has been
said that I kept a small account with Hobson Brothers, to whose bank I
went, and entered the parlour with that trepidation which most poor men
feel on presenting themselves before City magnates and capitalists. Mr.
Hobson Newcome shook hands most jovially and good-naturedly,
congratulated me on my marriage, and so forth, and presently Sir Barnes
Newcome made his appearance, still wearing his mourning for his deceased
father.
Nothing could be more kind, pleasant, and cordial than Sir Barnes's
manner.


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