Capital thought.

Run and tell him that; d'ye hear?
They shan't be wasted,' continued Smangle, turning to Mr.Pickwick.

'I'LL smoke 'em.' This manoeuvring was so exceedingly ingenious and, withal, performed with such immovable composure and coolness, that Mr.Pickwick would have had no wish to disturb it, even if he had had the power.

In a short time Mr.Mivins returned, bearing the sherry, which Mr.Smangle dispensed in two little cracked mugs; considerately remarking, with reference to himself, that a gentleman must not be particular under such circumstances, and that, for his part, he was not too proud to drink out of the jug.

In which, to show his sincerity, he forthwith pledged the company in a draught which half emptied it.
An excellent understanding having been by these means promoted, Mr.
Smangle proceeded to entertain his hearers with a relation of divers romantic adventures in which he had been from time to time engaged, involving various interesting anecdotes of a thoroughbred horse, and a magnificent Jewess, both of surpassing beauty, and much coveted by the nobility and gentry of these kingdoms.
Long before these elegant extracts from the biography of a gentleman were concluded, Mr.Mivins had betaken himself to bed, and had set in snoring for the night, leaving the timid stranger and Mr.Pickwick to the full benefit of Mr.Smangle's experiences.
Nor were the two last-named gentlemen as much edified as they might have been by the moving passages narrated.