"Mullins's Meadows!" ejaculated the other, with profound contempt.
"Ah, Mullins's Meadows," repeated the fat man.
"Reg'lar good land that," interposed another fat man.
"And so it is, sure-ly," said a third fat man.
"Everybody knows that," said the corpulent host.
The hard-headed man looked dubiously round, but finding himself in a minority, assumed a compassionate air, and said no more.
"What are they talking about?" inquired the old lady of one of her grand-daughters, in a very audible voice; for, like many deaf people, she never seemed to calculate on the possibility of other persons hearing what she said herself.
"About the land, grandma."
"What about the land?--Nothing the matter, is there?"
"No, no. Mr. Miller was saying our land was better than Mullins's Meadows."
"How should be know anything about it?" inquired the old lady indignantly. "Miller's a conceited coxcomb, and you may tell him I said so." Saying which, the old lady, quite unconscious that she had spoken above a whisper, drew herself up, and looked carving-knives at the hard-headed delinquent.
"Come, come," said the bustling host, with a natural anxiety to change the conversation,--"What say you to a rubber, Mr. Pickwick?"
"I should like it of all things," replied that gentleman; "but pray don't make up one on my account."
"Oh, I assure you, mother's very fond of a rubber," said Mr. Wardle; "a'nt you, mother?"
The old lady, who was much less deaf on this subject than on any other, replied in the affirmative.
"Joe, Joe!" said the old gentleman; "Joe--damn that--oh, here he is; put out the card-tables."
The lethargic youth contrived without any additional rousing to set out two card-tables; the one for Pope Joan, and the other for whist. The whist-players were Mr. Pickwick and the old lady; Mr. Miller and the fat gentleman. The round game comprised the rest of the company.
The rubber was conducted with all that gravity of deportment and sedateness of demeanour which befit the pursuit entitled "whist"--a solemn observance, to which, as it appears to us, the title of "game" has been very irreverently and ignominiously applied. The round-game table, on the other hand, was so boisterously merry as materially to interrupt the contemplations of Mr. Miller, who, not being quite so much absorbed as he ought to have been, contrived to commit various high crimes and misdemeanours, which excited the wrath of the fat gentleman to a very great extent, and called forth the good-humour of the old lady in a proportionate degree.
"There!" said the criminal Miller triumphantly, as he took up the odd trick at the conclusion of a hand; "that could not have been played better, I flatter myself;--impossible to have made another trick!"
"Miller ought to have trumped the diamond, oughtn't he, sir?" said the old lady.
Mr. Pickwick nodded assent.
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