“With great pleasure,” replied Mr. Pickwick.

“ Mrs. Leo Hunter has many of these breakfasts, Sir,” resumed the new acquaintance⁠—“ ‘feasts of reason, sir, and flows of soul,’ as somebody who wrote a sonnet to Mrs. Leo Hunter on her breakfasts, feelingly and originally observed.”

“Was he celebrated for his works and talents?” inquired Mr. Pickwick.

“He was, Sir,” replied the grave man, “all Mrs. Leo Hunter’s acquaintances are; it is her ambition, sir, to have no other acquaintance.”