He mightn't like it else.' This was said with a mysterious wink; or what would have been a wink, if, in Mr.Grewgious's hands, it could have been quick enough.

So Edwin winked responsively, without the least idea what he meant by doing so.
'And now,' said Mr.Grewgious, 'I devote a bumper to the fair and fascinating Miss Rosa.

Bazzard, the fair and fascinating Miss Rosa!' 'I follow you, sir,' said Bazzard, 'and I pledge you!' 'And so do I!' said Edwin.
'Lord bless me,' cried Mr.Grewgious, breaking the blank silence which of course ensued: though why these pauses _should_ come upon us when we have performed any small social rite, not directly inducive of self-examination or mental despondency, who can tell?
'I am a particularly Angular man, and yet I fancy (if I may use the word, not having a morsel of fancy), that I could draw a picture of a true lover's state of mind, to-night.' 'Let us follow you, sir,' said Bazzard, 'and have the picture.' 'Mr.Edwin will correct it where it's wrong,' resumed Mr.Grewgious, 'and will throw in a few touches from the life.

I dare say it is wrong in many particulars, and wants many touches from the life, for I was born a Chip, and have neither soft sympathies nor soft experiences.

Well! I hazard the guess that the true lover's mind is completely permeated by the beloved object of his affections.