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‘
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
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
.
’
