CHAPTER VI.
AN OLD-FASHIONED CARD-PARTY. THE CLERGYMAN'S VERSES. THE STORY OF THE CONVICT'S RETURN.
Several guests who were assembled in the old parlour rose
to greet Mr. Pickwick and his friends upon their entrance;
and during the performance of the ceremony of introduction,
with all due formalities, Mr. Pickwick had leisure to observe
the appearance, and speculate upon the characters and pursuits,
of the persons by whom he was surrounded — a habit in which
he in common with many other great men delighted to indulge.
A very old lady, in a lofty cap and faded silk gown — no less a personage than Mr. Wardle's mother — occupied the post of honour on the right-hand corner of the chimney-piece; and various certificates of her having been brought up in the way she should go when young, and of her not having departed from it when old, ornamented the walls, in the form of samplers of ancient date, worsted landscapes of equal antiquity, and crimson silk tea-kettle holders of a more modern period. The aunt, the two young ladies, and Mr. Wardle, each vying with the other in paying zealous and unremitting attentions to the old lady, crowded round her easy-chair, one holding her ear-trumpet, another an orange, and a third a smelling-bottle, while a fourth was busily engaged in patting and punching the pillows which were arranged for her support. On the opposite side sat a bald-headed old gentleman, with a good-humoured benevolent face — the clergyman of Dingley Dell; and next him sat his wife, a stout blooming old lady,
