HarryEsmondblushed:\"I——IhavesupperwithMrs。Worksop，\"sayshe。
\"D——nit，\"saysmylord，\"thoushaltsupwithus，Harry，to—night！
Shan\'trefusealady，shallhe，Trix？\"——andtheyallwonderedatHarry\'sperformanceasatrencher—man，inwhichcharacterthepoorboyacquittedhimselfveryremarkably;forthetruthishehadhadnodinner，nobodythinkingofhiminthebustlewhichthehousewasin，duringthepreparationsantecedenttothenewlord\'sarrival。
\"Nodinner！poordearchild！\"saysmylady，heapinguphisplatewithmeat，andmylord，fillingabumperforhim，badehimcallahealth;onwhichMasterHarry，crying\"TheKing，\"tossedoffthewine。Mylordwasreadytodrinkthat，andmostothertoasts:
indeedonlytooready。HewouldnothearofDoctorTusher（theVicarofCastlewood，whocametosupper）goingawaywhenthesweetmeatswerebrought:hehadnothadachaplainlongenough，hesaid，tobetiredofhim:sohisreverencekeptmylordcompanyforsomehoursoverapipeandapunch—bowl;andwentawayhomewithratherareelinggait，anddeclaringadozenoftimes，thathislordship\'saffabilitysurpassedeverykindnesshehadeverhadfromhislordship\'sgraciousfamily。