The new-comers having been welcomed by the old ones, Mr.Tuckle put the question that supper be ordered in, which was carried unanimously.
The greengrocer and his wife then arranged upon the table a boiled leg of mutton, hot, with caper sauce, turnips, and potatoes.

Mr.Tuckle took the chair, and was supported at the other end of the board by the gentleman in orange plush.

The greengrocer put on a pair of wash-leather gloves to hand the plates with, and stationed himself behind Mr.
Tuckle's chair.
'Harris,' said Mr.Tuckle, in a commanding tone.

'Sir,' said the greengrocer.
'Have you got your gloves on ?' 'Yes, Sir.' 'Then take the kiver off.' 'Yes, Sir.' The greengrocer did as he was told, with a show of great humility, and obsequiously handed Mr.Tuckle the carving-knife; in doing which, he accidentally gaped.
'What do you mean by that, Sir ?' said Mr.Tuckle, with great asperity.
'I beg your pardon, Sir,' replied the crestfallen greengrocer, 'I didn't mean to do it, Sir; I was up very late last night, Sir.' 'I tell you what my opinion of you is, Harris,' said Mr.Tuckle, with a most impressive air, 'you're a wulgar beast.' 'I hope, gentlemen,' said Harris, 'that you won't be severe with me, gentlemen.

I am very much obliged to you indeed, gentlemen, for your patronage, and also for your recommendations, gentlemen, whenever additional assistance in waiting is required.