The conversation soon became both loud and general.  That happy familiarity—­which I had long believed to be the exclusive prerogative of a military mess, where constant daily association sustains the interest of the veriest trifles—­I here found in a perfection I had not anticipated, with this striking difference, that there was no absurd deference to any existing code of etiquette in the conduct of the party generally, each person quizzing his neighbour in the most free and easy style imaginable, and all, evidently from long habit and conventional usage, seeming to enjoy the practice exceedingly.  Thus, droll allusions, good stories, and smart repartees, fell thick as hail, and twice as harmless, which any where else that I had ever heard of, would assuredly have called for more explanations, and perhaps gunpowder, in the morning, than usually are deemed agreeable.  Here, however, they knew better; and though the lawyer quizzed the doctor for never having another patient than the house dog, all of whose arteries he had tied in the course of the winter for practice—­and the doctor retorted as heavily, by showing that the lawyer’s practice had been other than beneficial to those for whom he was concerned—­his one client being found guilty, mainly through his ingenious defence of him; yet they never showed any, the slightest irritation—­on the contrary, such little playful badinage ever led to some friendly passages of taking wine together, or in arrangements for a party to the “Dargle,” or “Dunleary;” and thus went on the entire party, the young ladies darting an occasion slight at their elders, who certainly returned the fire, often with advantage; all uniting now and then, however, in one common cause, an attack of the whole line upon Mrs. Clanfrizzle herself, for the beef, or the mutton, or the fish, or the poultry—­each of which was sure to find some sturdy defamer, ready and willing to give evidence in dispraise.  Yet even these, and I thought them rather dangerous sallies, led to no more violent results than dignified replies from the worthy hostess, upon the goodness of her fare, and the evident satisfaction it afforded while being eaten, if the appetites of the party were a test.  While this was at its height, Tom stooped behind my chair, and whispered gently—­

“This is good—­isn’t it, eh?—­life in a boarding-house—­quite new to you; but they are civilized now compared to what you’ll find them in the drawing-room.  When short whist for five-penny points sets in—­then Greek meets Greek, and we’ll have it.”

During all this melee tournament, I perceived that the worthy jib as he would be called in the parlance of Trinity, Mr. Cudmore, remained perfectly silent, and apparently terrified.  The noise, the din of voices, and the laughing, so completely addled him, that he was like one in a very horrid dream.  The attention with which I had observed him, having been remarked by my friend O’Flaherty, he informed me that the scholar, as he was called there, was then under a kind of cloud—­an adventure which occurred only two nights before, being too fresh in his memory to permit him enjoying himself even to the limited extent it had been his wont to do.  As illustrative, not only of Mr. Cudmore, but the life I have been speaking of, I may as well relate it.