There was not one wax-candle for ten which we now see in a ladies' drawing-room: let alone gas and the wondrous new illuminations of clubs.

Horrible guttering tallow smoked and stunk in passages.

The candle-snuffer was a notorious officer in the theatre.

See Hogarth's pictures: how dark they are, and how his feasts are, as it were, begrimed with tallow! In 'Mariage a la Mode,' in Lord Viscount Squanderfield's grand saloons, where he and his wife are sitting yawning before the horror-stricken steward when their party is over, there are but eight candles--one on each table and half-a-dozen in a brass chandelier.

If Jack Briefless convoked his friends to oysters and beer in his chambers, Pump Court, he would have twice as many.