So has young Clive taken more than is good for him.

His cheeks are flushed and burning; he is chattering and laughing loudly at his end of the table.

Mr.Warrington eyes the lad with some curiosity; and then regards Mr.Barnes with a look of scorn, which does not scorch that affable young person.
I am obliged to confess that the mate of the Indiaman, at an early period of the dessert, and when nobody had asked him for any such public expression of his opinion, insisted on rising and proposing the health of Colonel Newcome, whose virtues he lauded outrageously, and whom he pronounced to be one of the best of mortal men.

Sir Brian looked very much alarmed at the commencement of this speech, which the mate delivered with immense shrieks and gesticulation: but the Baronet recovered during the course of the rambling oration, and at its conclusion gracefully tapped the table with one of those patronising fingers; and lifting up a glass containing at least a thimbleful of claret, said, "My dear brother, I drink your health with all my heart, I'm su-ah." The youthful Barnes had uttered many "Hear, hears!" during the discourse, with an irony which, with every fresh glass of wine he drank, he cared less to conceal.

And though Barnes had come late he had drunk largely, making up for lost time.
Those ironical cheers, and all his cousin's behaviour during dinner, had struck young Clive, who was growing very angry.