“Capital game⁠—smart sport⁠—fine exercise⁠—very,” were the words which fell upon Mr. Pickwick’s ear as he entered the tent; and the first object that met his eyes was his green-coated friend of the Rochester coach, holding forth, to the no small delight and edification of a select circle of the chosen of All-Muggleton. His dress was slightly improved, and he wore boots; but there was no mistaking him.

The stranger recognised his friends immediately; and, darting forward and seizing Mr. Pickwick by the hand, dragged him to a seat with his usual impetuosity, talking all the while as if the whole of the arrangements were under his especial patronage and direction.

“This way⁠—this way⁠—capital fun⁠—lots of beer⁠—hogsheads; rounds of beef⁠—bullocks; mustard⁠—cartloads; glorious day⁠—down with you⁠—make yourself at home⁠—glad to see you⁠—very.”