A second waiter scudded past, and stopped before the chairman to say:  ’If you please, sir, the gentlemen upstairs send their compliments, and will be happy to accept.’

‘Ha!’ was the answer.  ’Thought better of it, have they!  Lay for three more, then.  Five more, I guess.’  He glanced at the pair of intruders.

Among a portion of the guests there had been a return to common talk, and one had observed that he could not get that ‘Good Evening,’ and ’Good Night,’ out of his head which had caused a friend to explain the meaning of these terms of salutation to him:  while another, of a philosophic turn, pursued the theme:  ’You see, when we meets, we makes a night of it.  So, when we parts, it’s Good Night—­natural! ain’t it?’ A proposition assented to, and considerably dilated on; but whether he was laughing at that, or what had aroused the fit, the chairman did not say.

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.