He mightn't like it else .-- Bazzard!' Bazzard reappeared.
'Dine presently with Mr.Drood and me.' 'If I am ordered to dine, of course I will, sir,' was the gloomy answer.
'Save the man!' cried Mr.Grewgious.

'You're not ordered; you're invited.' 'Thank you, sir,' said Bazzard; 'in that case I don't care if I do.' 'That's arranged.

And perhaps you wouldn't mind,' said Mr.Grewgious, 'stepping over to the hotel in Furnival's, and asking them to send in materials for laying the cloth.

For dinner we'll have a tureen of the hottest and strongest soup available, and we'll have the best made-dish that can be recommended, and we'll have a joint (such as a haunch of mutton), and we'll have a goose, or a turkey, or any little stuffed thing of that sort that may happen to be in the bill of fare--in short, we'll have whatever there is on hand.' These liberal directions Mr.Grewgious issued with his usual air of reading an inventory, or repeating a lesson, or doing anything else by rote.

Bazzard, after drawing out the round table, withdrew to execute them.
'I was a little delicate, you see,' said Mr.Grewgious, in a lower tone, after his clerk's departure, 'about employing him in the foraging or commissariat department.