He has been known to throw all the Club in an uproar about the quality of his mutton-chop.
'Look at it, sir! Is it cooked, sir?
Smell it, sir! Is it meat fit for a gentleman ?' he roars out to the steward, who stands trembling before him, and who in vain tells him that the Bishop of Bullocksmithy has just had three from the same loin.

All the waiters in the Club are huddled round the captain's mutton-chop.

He roars out the most horrible curses at John for not bringing the pickles; he utters the most dreadful oaths because Thomas has not arrived with the Harvey Sauce; Peter comes tumbling with the water-jug over Jeames, who is bringing 'the glittering canisters with bread.' Whenever Shindy enters the room (such is the force of character), every table is deserted, every gentleman must dine as he best may, and all those big footmen are in terror.
He makes his account of it.

He scolds, and is better waited upon in consequence.

At the Club he has ten servants scudding about to do his bidding.
Poor Mrs.Shindy and the children are, meanwhile, in dingy lodgings somewhere, waited upon by a charity-girl in pattens..