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A
happy
party
they
were
,
that
night
.
Sedate
and
solemn
were
the
score
of
rubbers
in
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
the
old
lady
played
together
;
uproarious
was
the
mirth
of
the
round
table
.
Long
after
the
ladies
had
retired
,
did
the
hot
elder
wine
,
well
qualified
with
brandy
and
spice
,
go
round
,
and
round
,
and
round
again
;
and
sound
was
the
sleep
and
pleasant
were
the
dreams
that
followed
.
It
is
a
remarkable
fact
that
those
of
Mr
.
Snodgrass
bore
constant
reference
to
Emily
Wardle
;
and
that
the
principal
figure
in
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
visions
was
a
young
lady
with
black
eyes
,
and
arch
smile
,
and
a
pair
of
remarkably
nice
boots
with
fur
round
the
tops
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
awakened
early
in
the
morning
,
by
a
hum
of
voices
and
a
pattering
of
feet
,
sufficient
to
rouse
even
the
fat
boy
from
his
heavy
slumbers
.
He
sat
up
in
bed
and
listened
.
The
female
servants
and
female
visitors
were
running
constantly
to
and
fro
;
and
there
were
such
multitudinous
demands
for
hot
water
,
such
repeated
outcries
for
needles
and
thread
,
and
so
many
half
-
suppressed
entreaties
of
‘
Oh
,
do
come
and
tie
me
,
there
’
s
a
dear
!
’
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
in
his
innocence
began
to
imagine
that
something
dreadful
must
have
occurred
—
when
he
grew
more
awake
,
and
remembered
the
wedding
.
The
occasion
being
an
important
one
,
he
dressed
himself
with
peculiar
care
,
and
descended
to
the
breakfast
-
room
.
There
were
all
the
female
servants
in
a
bran
new
uniform
of
pink
muslin
gowns
with
white
bows
in
their
caps
,
running
about
the
house
in
a
state
of
excitement
and
agitation
which
it
would
be
impossible
to
describe
.
The
old
lady
was
dressed
out
in
a
brocaded
gown
,
which
had
not
seen
the
light
for
twenty
years
,
saving
and
excepting
such
truant
rays
as
had
stolen
through
the
chinks
in
the
box
in
which
it
had
been
laid
by
,
during
the
whole
time
.
Mr
.
Trundle
was
in
high
feather
and
spirits
,
but
a
little
nervous
withal
.
The
hearty
old
landlord
was
trying
to
look
very
cheerful
and
unconcerned
,
but
failing
signally
in
the
attempt
.
All
the
girls
were
in
tears
and
white
muslin
,
except
a
select
two
or
three
,
who
were
being
honoured
with
a
private
view
of
the
bride
and
bridesmaids
,
upstairs
.
All
the
Pickwickians
were
in
most
blooming
array
;
and
there
was
a
terrific
roaring
on
the
grass
in
front
of
the
house
,
occasioned
by
all
the
men
,
boys
,
and
hobbledehoys
attached
to
the
farm
,
each
of
whom
had
got
a
white
bow
in
his
button
-
hole
,
and
all
of
whom
were
cheering
with
might
and
main
;
being
incited
thereto
,
and
stimulated
therein
by
the
precept
and
example
of
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
who
had
managed
to
become
mighty
popular
already
,
and
was
as
much
at
home
as
if
he
had
been
born
on
the
land
.
A
wedding
is
a
licensed
subject
to
joke
upon
,
but
there
really
is
no
great
joke
in
the
matter
after
all
;
—
we
speak
merely
of
the
ceremony
,
and
beg
it
to
be
distinctly
understood
that
we
indulge
in
no
hidden
sarcasm
upon
a
married
life
.
Mixed
up
with
the
pleasure
and
joy
of
the
occasion
,
are
the
many
regrets
at
quitting
home
,
the
tears
of
parting
between
parent
and
child
,
the
consciousness
of
leaving
the
dearest
and
kindest
friends
of
the
happiest
portion
of
human
life
,
to
encounter
its
cares
and
troubles
with
others
still
untried
and
little
known
—
natural
feelings
which
we
would
not
render
this
chapter
mournful
by
describing
,
and
which
we
should
be
still
more
unwilling
to
be
supposed
to
ridicule
.
Let
us
briefly
say
,
then
,
that
the
ceremony
was
performed
by
the
old
clergyman
,
in
the
parish
church
of
Dingley
Dell
,
and
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
name
is
attached
to
the
register
,
still
preserved
in
the
vestry
thereof
;
that
the
young
lady
with
the
black
eyes
signed
her
name
in
a
very
unsteady
and
tremulous
manner
;
that
Emily
’
s
signature
,
as
the
other
bridesmaid
,
is
nearly
illegible
;
that
it
all
went
off
in
very
admirable
style
;
that
the
young
ladies
generally
thought
it
far
less
shocking
than
they
had
expected
;
and
that
although
the
owner
of
the
black
eyes
and
the
arch
smile
informed
Mr
.
Wardle
that
she
was
sure
she
could
never
submit
to
anything
so
dreadful
,
we
have
the
very
best
reasons
for
thinking
she
was
mistaken
.
To
all
this
,
we
may
add
,
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
the
first
who
saluted
the
bride
,
and
that
in
so
doing
he
threw
over
her
neck
a
rich
gold
watch
and
chain
,
which
no
mortal
eyes
but
the
jeweller
’
s
had
ever
beheld
before
.
Then
,
the
old
church
bell
rang
as
gaily
as
it
could
,
and
they
all
returned
to
breakfast
.
‘
Vere
does
the
mince
-
pies
go
,
young
opium
-
eater
?
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
to
the
fat
boy
,
as
he
assisted
in
laying
out
such
articles
of
consumption
as
had
not
been
duly
arranged
on
the
previous
night
.
The
fat
boy
pointed
to
the
destination
of
the
pies
.
‘
Wery
good
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
stick
a
bit
o
’
Christmas
in
’
em
.
T
’
other
dish
opposite
.
There
;
now
we
look
compact
and
comfortable
,
as
the
father
said
ven
he
cut
his
little
boy
’
s
head
off
,
to
cure
him
o
’
squintin
’
.
’
As
Mr
.
Weller
made
the
comparison
,
he
fell
back
a
step
or
two
,
to
give
full
effect
to
it
,
and
surveyed
the
preparations
with
the
utmost
satisfaction
.
