tranter marching off into the pantry, humming a tune that he couldn't quite recollect, and then breaking into the words of a song which he could remember about one line and a quarter. Mrs. Dewy mentioned a few words about preparations for a bit of supper.
That portion of the company which loved eating and drinking then put on a look to signify that till that moment they had quite forgotten that it was customary to eat suppers in this climate; going even farther than this politeness of feature, and abruptly starting irrelevant subjects, the exceeding flatness and forced tone of which rather betrayed their object. The younger members said they were quite hungry, and that supper would be delightful though it was so late.
Good luck attended Dick's love-passes during the meal. He sat next to Fancy, and
