"
"The young one is making the money spin, I can tell you," Mr. Foker said.
"And is Sir Derby Oaks," the Major said, with great delight and anxiety,
"another soupirant?"
"Another what?" inquired Mr. Foker.
"Another admirer of Miss Fotheringay?"
"Lord bless you! we call him Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Pen
Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. But mind you, nothing wrong! No, no!
Miss F. is a deal too wide-awake for that, Major Pendennis. She plays one
off against the other. What you call two strings to her bow."
"I think you seem tolerably wide-awake, too, Mr. Foker, Pendennis said,
laughing.
"Pretty well, thank you, sir--how are you?" Foker replied, imperturbably.
"I'm not clever, p'raps: but I am rather downy; and partial friends say I
know what's o'clock tolerably well. Can I tell you the time of day in any
way?"
"Upon my word," the Major answered, quite delighted, "I think you may be
of very great service to me. You are a young man of the world, and with
such one likes to deal. And as such I need not inform you that our family
is by no means delighted at this absurd intrigue in which Arthur is
engaged.
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