"Not in the least," replied Mr. Pickwick, "I like it very much, although I am no smoker myself."
"I should be very sorry to say I wasn't," interposed another gentleman on the opposite side of the table. "It's board and lodging to me, is smoke."
Mr. Pickwick glanced at the speaker, and thought that if it were washing too, it would be all the better.
Here there was another pause. Mr. Pickwick was a stranger, and his coming had evidently cast a damp upon the party.
"Mr. Grundy's going to oblige the company with a song," said the chairman.
"No he ain't," said Mr. Grundy.
"Why not?" said the chairman.
"Because he can't," said Mr. Grundy.
"You had better say he won't," replied the chairman.
"Well, then, he won't," retorted Mr. Grundy. Mr. Grundy's positive refusal to gratify the company, occasioned another silence.
"Won't anybody enliven us?" said the chairman, despondingly.
"Why don't you enliven us yourself, Mr. Chairman?" said a young man with a whisker, a squint, and an open shirt collar (dirty), from the bottom of the table.
"Hear! hear!" said the smoking gentleman in the Mosaic jewellery.
"Because I only know one song, and I have sung it already, and it's a fine of glasses round' to sing the same song twice in a night," replied the chairman.
This was an unanswerable reply, and silence prevailed again.
"I have been to-night, gentlemen," said Mr. Pickwick, hoping to start a subject which all the company could take a part in discussing, "I have been to-night in a place which you all know very well, doubtless, but which I have not been in before for some years, and know very little of; I mean Gray's Inn, gentlemen. Curious little nooks in a great place, like London, these old Inns are."
