There was a general move to the table.

Richard began to carve roast beef like a freeman, not by any means like the serf he had repeatedly declared himself in the course of the evening's oratory.
'Her Royal 'Ighness out ?' asked Daniel, with constraint not solely due to the fact that his mouth was full.
'She's round at Mrs.Took's, I should think,' was Mrs.Mutimer's reply.
'Staying supper, per'aps.' Richard, after five minutes of surprising trencher-work, recommenced conversation.

The proceedings of the evening at the hall, which was the centre for Socialist gatherings in this neighbourhood, were discussed by him and Daniel with much liveliness.

Dan was disposed to take the meeting on its festive and humorous side; for him, economic agitation was a mode of passing a few hours amid congenial uproar.

Whenever stamping and shouting were called for, Daniel was your man.