Bailey brings up the tea and coffee.

There is a small cluster of admirers round Charity; but they are only those who cannot get near her sister.

The youngest gentleman in company is pale, but collected, and still sits apart; for his spirit loves to hold communion with itself, and his soul recoils from noisy revellers.

She has a consciousness of his presence and adoration.
He sees it flashing sometimes in the corner of her eye.

Have a care, Jinkins, ere you provoke a desperate man to frenzy! Mr Pecksniff had followed his younger friends upstairs, and taken a chair at the side of Mrs Todgers.