Mrs.Dickens addressed him as "C.," and handed him the sauce bottle, the bread, or whatever she imagined he desired, as if she were offering sacrifice to an idol.
She sat next to Captain Elisha and imparted information concerning her lord and master in whispers, during the intervals between offerings.
"My husband will be pleased to meet you, Captain Warren," she murmured.
"Any friend of Mr.Pearson is certain to be an acquisition.

Mr.Pearson and my husband are congenial spirits; they are members of the same profession." "I want to know, ma'am." "Yes.

What is it, 'C.' dear?
Oh, the butter! Margaret--" to the waitress--"Mr.Dickens wishes another butter-ball.

Yes, Captain Warren, Mr.Dickens is an author.

Haven't you noticed the--er--resemblance?
It is considered quite remarkable." Captain Elisha looked puzzled.