Still his real thoughts were in the kitchen, and he kept counting noses and looking anxiously at the timepiece.

After the door had had a longer rest than usual, Blossomnose at last cast up: 'Now we're all here surely!' thought he, counting about; 'one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, thirteen, fourteen, myself fifteen--fifteen, fifteen, must be another--sixteen, eight couple asked.

Oh, that Pacey's wanting; always comes late, won't wait'-- so saying, or rather thinking, Mr.Puffington rang the bell and ordered dinner.

Pacey then cast up.
He was just the sort of swaggering youth that Jack had described; a youth who thought money would do everything in the world--make him a gentleman, in short.

He came rolling into the room, grinning as if he had done something fine in being late.