Every body had a little compliment, to which Abel bowed and smiled politely, while he observed that the residence was much more comfortable than the office of General Belch.
They went into the dining-room and sat down to what Mr.Slugby called "a Champagne supper." They ate birds and oysters, and drank wine.

Then they ate jellies, blanc mange, and ice-cream.

Then they ate nuts and fruit, and drank coffee.

Then every thing was removed, and fresh decanters, fresh glasses, and a box of cigars were placed upon the table, and the servants were told that they need not come until summoned.
At this point a dry, grave, thin, little old man opened the door.

General Belch rose and rushed forward.
"My dear Mr.Bat, I am very happy.