“My dear Bantam,” said the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph coaxingly, “find us some nice creature to make up this table; there’s a good soul.” Mr. Pickwick happened to be looking another way at the moment, so her Ladyship nodded her head towards him, and frowned expressively.

“My friend Mr. Pickwick, my Lady, will be most happy, I am sure, remarkably so,” said the M.C. , taking the hint. “ Mr. Pickwick, Lady Snuphanuph⁠— Mrs. Colonel Wugsby⁠—Miss Bolo.”