"I dare say all that long story of yours _may_ interest those black fellows; but for me, I care nothing about it.

It's all rubbish.

Be quiet, you young fool, I say; it's too early yet for buffets.

Here, bring the beaker." This was a magnificent tankard, the pride of Crompton, which, at the conclusion of dinner, was always filled with port-wine, and passed round the table.

It was lined with silver gilt, but made of ivory, and had a cover of the same, both finely carved.