More arrivals are announced, and dancing begins in earnest; but the most interesting one to us is Dr. Slammer--"a little fat man, with a ring of upright black hair round his head, and an extensive bald plain on the top of it--Dr. Slammer, surgeon to the 97th, who is agreeable to everybody, especially to the Widow Budger.--'Lots of money--old girl--pompous doctor--not a bad idea--good fun,' says the stranger. 'I'll dance with her--cut out the doctor--here goes.'" Then comes the flirtation, the dancing, the negus and biscuits, the coquetting, the leading of Mrs. Budger to her carriage. The volcano bursts with terrific energy. . . . "'You--you're a shuffler, sir,' gasps the furious doctor, 'a poltroon--a coward--a liar--a--a--will nothing induce you to give me your card, sir?'" and in the morning comes the challenge to the duel. It all passes before our delighted mental vision, as we picture the circumstances recorded in the beloved _Pickwick_ of our youth upwards. Here also is the bar, just opposite the coffee-room, where the "Tickets for the Ball" were purchased by Mr. Tupman for himself and Mr. Jingle at "half a guinea each" (Mr. Jingle having won the toss), and where Dr. Slammer's friend subsequently made inquiry for "the owner of the coat, who arrived here, with three gentlemen, yesterday afternoon." We find it to be a very cosy and comfortable bar-room too, wherein we subsequently enjoy many a social pipe and pleasant chat with its friendly frequenters, reminding us of the old tavern-life as described in Dr. Johnson's days. The coffee-room of the Bull, in which we take our supper, remains unaltered since the days of the Pickwickians. It is on the left-hand side as we enter the hotel from the covered gateway--not very large, but warm and comfortable, with three windows looking into the High Street. Many scenes in the novels have taken place in this memorable apartment--in fact, it is quite historical, from a Dickensian point of view.