The humble and
good-natured Lowton had felt attracted by Pen's superior looks and
presence--and had made acquaintance with him at the mess by opening the
conversation.
"This is boiled-beef day, I believe, sir," said Lowton to Pen.
"Upon my word, sir, I'm not aware," said Pen, hardly able to contain his
laughter, but added, "I'm a stranger; this is my first term;" on which
Lowton began to point out to him the notabilities in the Hall.
"That's Boosey the bencher, the bald one sitting under the picture and
aving soup; I wonder whether it's turtle? They often ave turtle. Next is
Balls, the King's Counsel, and Swettenham--Hodge and Swettenham, you
know. That's old Grump, the senior of the bar; they say he's dined here
forty years. They often send 'em down their fish from the benchers to the
senior table. Do you see those four fellows seated opposite us? Those are
regular swells--tip-top fellows, I can tell you--Mr. Trail, the Bishop of
Ealing's son, Honourable Fred. Ringwood, Lord Cinqbar's brother, you
know. He'll have a good place, I bet any money; and Bob Suckling, who's
always with him--a high fellow too.
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