"Dine in your frock, my good friend, and welcome, if your dress-coat is in the country." "It is at present at an uncle's," Mr.Bayham said, with great gravity, "and I take your hospitality as you offer it, Colonel Newcome, cordially and frankly." Honest Mr.Binnie made his appearance a short time before the appointed hour for receiving the guests, arrayed in a tight little pair of trousers, and white silk stockings and pumps, his bald head shining like a billiard-ball, his jolly gills rosy with good-humour.

He was bent on pleasure.

"Hey, lads!" says he; "but we'll make a night of it.

We haven't had a night since the farewell dinner off Plymouth." "And a jolly night it was, James," ejaculates the Colonel.
"Egad, what a song that Tom Norris sings!" "And your 'Jock o' Hazeldean' is as good as a play, Jack." "And I think you beat iny one I iver hard in 'Tom Bowling,' yourself, Tom!" cries the Colonel's delighted chum.

Mr.Pendennis opened the eyes of astonishment at the idea of the possibility of renewing these festivities, but he kept the lips of prudence closed.