The things we do!

And to think of a Newcome doing this to his own flesh and
blood; a young Judas!" Very sad and bewildered, the Colonel rode towards
Richmond, where he was to happen to call on Mrs. Pendennis.
It was not much of a fib that Barnes had told. Lady Kew announcing that
she was out of town, her grandson, no doubt, thought himself justified in
saying so, as any other of her servants would have done. But if he had
recollected how Ethel came down with the Colonel's shawl on her
shoulders, how it was possible she might have written to thank her uncle,
surely Barnes Newcome would not have pulled that unlucky long-bow. The
banker had other things to think of than Ethel and her shawl.
When Thomas Newcome dismounted at the door of Honeymoon Cottage,
Richmond, the temporary residence of A. Pendennis, Esq., one of the
handsomest young women in England ran into the passage with outstretched
arms, called him her dear old uncle, and gave him two kisses, that I dare
say brought blushes on his lean sunburnt cheeks.


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