Gentle chuckles had succeeded his laughter by the time the bread and cheese appeared.

In the rear of the provision came three young gentlemen, of whom the foremost lumped in, singing to one behind him, ’And you shall have little Rosey!’

They were clad in cricketing costume, and exhibited the health and manners of youthful Englishmen of station.  Frolicsome young bulls bursting on an assemblage of sheep, they might be compared to.  The chairman welcomed them a trifle snubbingly.  The colour mounted to the cheeks of Mr. Raikes as he made incision in the cheese, under their eyes, knitting his brows fearfully, as if at hard work.

The chairman entreated Evan to desist from the cheese; and, pulling out his watch, thundered:  ‘Time!’

The company generally jumped on their legs; and, in the midst of a hum of talk and laughter, he informed Evan and Jack, that he invited them cordially to a supper up-stairs, and would be pleased if they would partake of it, and in a great rage if they would not.

Raikes was for condescending to accept.

Evan sprang up and cried:  ‘Gladly, sir,’ and gladly would he have cast his cockney schoolmate to the winds, in the presence of these young cricketers; for he had a prognostication.

The door was open, and the company of jolly yeomen, tradesmen, farmers, and the like, had become intent on observing all the ceremonies of precedence:  not one would broaden his back on the other; and there was bowing, and scraping, and grimacing, till Farmer Broadmead was hailed aloud, and the old boy stepped forth, and was summarily pushed through:  the chairman calling from the rear, ‘Hulloa! no names to-night!’ to which was answered lustily:  ‘All right, Mr. Tom!’ and the speaker was reproved with, ‘There you go! at it again!’ and out and up they hustled.

The chairman said quietly to Evan, as they were ascending the stairs:  ’We don’t have names to-night; may as well drop titles.’  Which presented no peculiar meaning to Evan’s mind, and he smiled the usual smile.

To Raikes, at the door of the supper-room, the chairman repeated the same; and with extreme affability and alacrity of abnegation, the other rejoined, ‘Oh, certainly!’

No wonder that he rubbed his hands with more delight than aristocrats and people with gentlemanly connections are in the habit of betraying at the prospect of refection, for the release from bread and cheese was rendered overpoweringly glorious, in his eyes, by the bountiful contrast exhibited on the board before him.

CHAPTER XII

IN WHICH ALE IS SHOWN TO HAVE ONE QUALITY OF WINE

To proclaim that yon ribs of beef and yonder ruddy Britons have met, is to furnish matter for an hour’s comfortable meditation.

Digest the fact.  Here the Fates have put their seal to something Nature clearly devised.  It was intended; and it has come to pass.  A thing has come to pass which we feel to be right!  The machinery of the world, then, is not entirely dislocated:  there is harmony, on one point, among the mysterious powers who have to do with us.