Mr.Waterbrook went down with Hamlet's aunt.

Mr.Henry Spiker took Mrs.Waterbrook.Agnes, whom I should have liked to take myself, was given to a simpering fellow with weak legs.

Uriah, Traddles, and I, as the junior part of the company, went down last, how we could.

I was not so vexed at losing Agnes as I might have been, since it gave me an opportunity of making myself known to Traddles on the stairs, who greeted me with great fervour; while Uriah writhed with such obtrusive satisfaction and self-abasement, that I could gladly have pitched him over the banisters.

Traddles and I were separated at table, being billeted in two remote corners: he in the glare of a red velvet lady; I, in the gloom of Hamlet's aunt.