“Jingle,” said that versatile gentleman, taking the hint at once. “Jingle⁠—Alfred Jingle, Esq. , of No Hall, Nowhere.”

“I shall be very happy, I am sure,” said Mr. Pickwick.

“So shall I,” said Mr. Alfred Jingle, drawing one arm through Mr. Pickwick’s, and another through Mr. Wardle’s, as he whispered confidentially in the ear of the former gentleman:⁠—

“Devilish good dinner⁠—cold, but capital⁠—peeped into the room this morning⁠—fowls and pies, and all that sort of thing⁠—pleasant fellows these⁠—well behaved, too⁠—very.”