We belong to the same livery in the City, Hobson and I, the Oystermongers' Company, sir, and we like our turtle good, I can tell you--good, and a great deal of it, you say.

Hay, hay, not so bad! "I suppose you're a young barrister, sucking lawyer, or that sort of thing.

Because you was put at the end of the table and nobody took notice of you.

That's my place too; I'm a relative and Newcome asks me if he has got a place to spare.

He met me in the City to-day, and says, 'Tom,' says he, 'there's some dinner in the Square at half-past seven: I wish you would go and fetch Louisa, whom we haven't seen this ever so long.' Louisa is my wife, sir--Maria's sister--Newcome married that gal from my house.