“This is a ball-night,” said the M.C. , again taking Mr. Pickwick’s hand, as he rose to go. “The ball-nights in Ba⁠—ath are moments snatched from paradise; rendered bewitching by music, beauty, elegance, fashion, etiquette, and⁠—and⁠—above all, by the absence of tradespeople, who are quite inconsistent with paradise, and who have an amalgamation of themselves at the Guildhall every fortnight, which is, to say the least, remarkable. Goodbye, goodbye!” and protesting all the way downstairs that he was most satisfied, and most delighted, and most overpowered, and most flattered, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C. , stepped into a very elegant chariot that waited at the door, and rattled off.