Mr Swiveller, without being quite so hot upon the matter, was rather shamed by his friend's excitement, and not a little puzzled how to act (Kit being quite cool and good-humoured), when the single gentleman was heard to call violently down the stairs.
'Didn't I see somebody for me, come in ?' cried the lodger.
'Yes, Sir,' replied Dick.

'Certainly, Sir.' 'Then where is he ?' roared the single gentleman.
'He's here, sir,' rejoined Mr Swiveller.

'Now young man, don't you hear you're to go up-stairs?
Are you deaf ?' Kit did not appear to think it worth his while to enter into any altercation, but hurried off and left the Glorious Apollos gazing at each other in silence.
'Didn't I tell you so ?' said Mr Chuckster.

'What do you think of that ?' Mr Swiveller being in the main a good-natured fellow, and not perceiving in the conduct of Kit any villany of enormous magnitude, scarcely knew what answer to return.

He was relieved from his perplexity, however, by the entrance of Mr Sampson and his sister, Sally, at sight of whom Mr Chuckster precipitately retired.
Mr Brass and his lovely companion appeared to have been holding a consultation over their temperate breakfast, upon some matter of great interest and importance.