'They are fine fellows--very fine fellows; with judgments matured by observation and reflection; and tastes refined by reading and study.

I am very glad of it.' 'They're a-smokin' cigars by the kitchen fire,' said Sam.
'Ah!' observed Mr.Pickwick, rubbing his hands, 'overflowing with kindly feelings and animal spirits.

Just what I like to see.' 'And one on 'em,' said Sam, not noticing his master's interruption, 'one on 'em's got his legs on the table, and is a-drinking brandy neat, vile the t'other one--him in the barnacles--has got a barrel o' oysters atween his knees, which he's a-openin' like steam, and as fast as he eats 'em, he takes a aim vith the shells at young dropsy, who's a sittin' down fast asleep, in the chimbley corner.' 'Eccentricities of genius, Sam,' said Mr.Pickwick.

'You may retire.' Sam did retire accordingly.

Mr.Pickwick at the expiration of the quarter of an hour, went down to breakfast.
'Here he is at last!' said old Mr.Wardle.