Mr.Pickwick had not spoken in a very loud tone, but she understood him at once, and drank off a full glass of wine to his long life and happiness; after which the worthy old soul launched forth into a minute and particular account of her own wedding, with a dissertation on the fashion of wearing high-heeled shoes, and some particulars concerning the life and adventures of the beautiful Lady Tollimglower, deceased; at all of which the old lady herself laughed very heartily indeed, and so did the young ladies too, for they were wondering among themselves what on earth grandma was talking about.

When they laughed, the old lady laughed ten times more heartily, and said that these always had been considered capital stories, which caused them all to laugh again, and put the old lady into the very best of humours.
Then the cake was cut, and passed through the ring; the young ladies saved pieces to put under their pillows to dream of their future husbands on; and a great deal of blushing and merriment was thereby occasioned.
'Mr.Miller,' said Mr.Pickwick to his old acquaintance, the hard-headed gentleman, 'a glass of wine ?' 'With great satisfaction, Mr.Pickwick,' replied the hard-headed gentleman solemnly.
'You'll take me in ?' said the benevolent old clergyman.
'And me,' interposed his wife.

'And me, and me,' said a couple of poor relations at the bottom of the table, who had eaten and drunk very heartily, and laughed at everything.
Mr.Pickwick expressed his heartfelt delight at every additional suggestion; and his eyes beamed with hilarity and cheerfulness.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' said Mr.Pickwick, suddenly rising.
'Hear, hear! Hear, hear! Hear, hear!' cried Mr.Weller, in the excitement of his feelings.
'Call in all the servants,' cried old Wardle, interposing to prevent the public rebuke which Mr.Weller would otherwise most indubitably have received from his master.

'Give them a glass of wine each to drink the toast in.