Amidst the general hum of mirth and conversation that ensued, there was a little man with a puffy Say-nothing-tome,-or-I'll-contradict-you sort of countenance, who remained very quiet; occasionally looking round him when the conversation slackened, as if he contemplated putting in something very weighty; and now and then bursting into a short cough of inexpressible grandeur. At length, during a moment of comparative silence, the little man called out in a very loud, solemn voice—
"Mr. Luffey!"
Everybody was hushed into a profound stillness as the individual addressed, replied—
"Sir!"
"I wish to address a few words to you, sir, if you will entreat the gentlemen to fill their glasses."
Mr. Jingle uttered a patronising "hear, hear," which was responded to by the remainder of the company and the glasses having been filled the Vice-President assumed an air of wisdom in a state of profound attention; and said—
"Mr. Staple."
"Sir," said the little man, rising, "I wish to address what I have to say to you and not to our worthy chairman, because our worthy chairman is in some measure—I may say in a great degree—the subject of what I have to say, or I may say—to—"
"State," suggested Mr. Jingle.
—"Yes, to state," said the little man, "I thank my honourable friend, if he will allow me to call him so—(four hears, and one certainly from Mr. Jingle)—for the suggestion. Sir, I am a Deller—a Dingley Deller (cheers). I cannot lay claim to the honour of forming an item in the population of Muggleton; nor, sir, I will frankly admit, do I covet that honour: and I will tell you why, sir—(hear); to Muggleton I will readily concede all those honours and distinctions to which it can fairly lay claim—they are too numerous and too well known to require aid or recapitulation from me.
