Just the first that I look at, no matter whom, she catches by the breast--aye, just you, Sir, or you, Sir, or you, Mr.Von Pilsen,' (fixing his eye upon him) 'if I do but say--seize him, Juno!' The word had fled: and in the twinkling of an eye, Juno's fore-paws, not over clean, were fixed in the elegant white silk waistcoat of Mr.Von Pilsen.
This scene was the signal for universal uproar and alarm.

Even Mr.
Jeremiah, on remarking the general rising of the company, though totally unaware that his harmless sport had occasioned it, rose also; called the dog off: and comforted Von Pilsen, who was half dead with fright, by assuring him that had he but said--'Bite him, Juno!'-- matters would have ended far worse.
On Mr.Schnackenberger's standing up, his bodily equilibrium was manifestly so much endangered, that one of the company, out of mere humanity, offered his servant to see him safe home.

A slight consciousness of his own condition induced our hero to accept of this offer: through some misunderstanding, however, the servant led him, not to the Golden Sow, but to the Double-barrelled Gun.
Mr.Schnackenberger, on being asked for his number, said 'No.

5;' that being the number of his room at the Golden Sow.

He was accordingly shown up to No.