When Honeyman was ready, the Colonel, who had the greatest respect for the Church, would not hear of going out of the room before the clergyman, and took his arm to walk. Bayham then fell to Mr. Pendenniss lot, and they went together. Through Hill Street and Berkeley Square their course was straight enough; but at Hay Hill, Mr. Bayham made an abrupt tack larboard, engaging in a labyrinth of stables, and walking a long way round from Clifford Street, whither we were bound. He hinted at a cab, but Pendennis refused to ride, being, in truth, anxious to see which way his eccentric companion would steer. There are reasons, growled Bayham, which need not be explained to one of your experience, why Bond Street must be avoided by some men peculiarly situated. The smell of Truefitts pomatum makes me ill. Tell me, Pendennis, is this Indian warrior a rajah of large wealth? Could he, do you think, recommend me to a situation in the East India Company? I would gladly take any honest post in which fidelity might be useful, genius might be appreciated, and courage rewarded. Here we are. The hotel seems comfortable. I never was in it before
When we entered the Colonels sitting-room at Nerots, we found the waiter engaged in extending the table. We are a larger party than I expected, our host said. I met my brother Brian on horseback leaving cards at that great house in Street
The Russian Embassy, says Mr. Honeyman, who knew the town quite well.