“Anybody! The elite of Ba⁠—ath. Mr. Pickwick, do you see the old lady in the gauze turban?”

“The fat old lady?” inquired Mr. Pickwick innocently.

“Hush, my dear sir⁠—nobody’s fat or old in Ba⁠—ath. That’s the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph.”

“Is it, indeed?” said Mr. Pickwick.

“No less a person, I assure you,” said the Master of the Ceremonies. “Hush. Draw a little nearer, Mr. Pickwick. You see the splendidly-dressed young man coming this way?”