Well, the Christmas season having come round--and certainly Trundle must have been a very feeble creature to allow himself to be "kept over" for so long a time--the whole party assembled at Manor Farm; now there, and on such an occasion at least, Trundle, being one of the two central figures, will certainly assert himself. We shall expect to see and hear him to good effect. Never was there a greater mistake. As the Pickwickians arrived, the whole "house party" were in the lane to greet them; we are told in careless fashion that among them "there were Isabella and _her faithful_ Trundle," _i.e._, the poor insignificant "chap" who was about to enter the family by particular favour. Then Mr. Pickwick was told that they had all been to "inspect the furniture and fittings-up of the new house which the young couple were to tenant." This is very significant, for it throws a certain light on Trundle's situation. It is plain that this house was on Wardle's property, and that Trundle had none of his own. It was, in fact, a poorish match and the young couple were dependent more or less on Wardle. Even the old lady didn't like it, she resented their going to look at the house, and her son, to soothe her, made this significant speech: "Recollect Bella; _come_, _you must keep her spirits up_, _poor girl_." "Poor girl!" "Keep her spirits up!" Why? On the wedding day, however, Trundle made an effort to assert himself. He was "in high feather and spirits," _i.e._, awkwardly pretended to be, but, of course, took nobody in. Indeed, we are told he was "a little nervous withal." We may be sure he was, and therefore looking "more of an ass" than ever. For such _must_ appear to be a really nervous man in high spirits and going to be married. All the girls were in tears, Wardle himself quite broken down, for they knew what was before the poor child. At the wedding banquet Mr. Pickwick made an admirable, natural speech, which was greeted with tumults of applause, and was reported word for word. Then we are told how Wardle proposed Mr. Pickwick; Mr. Pickwick, the old lady; Snodgrass, Tupman, the poor relations, all had their speeches; but there is not a single word of Trundle, who appears to have been mumchance--no one wanted him. In his speech at the wedding, the amiable Pickwick had, of course, to give the expected conventional praises to Trundle. But how guarded he is! "God bless 'em," he says; "my young friend I believe to be a very excellent and manly fellow." I _believe_, _i.e._, he did not _know_ it. "Manly," we might question, for in manliness he was deficient. We could hear the rustics below: "Squire Trundle manly! he! he! not he!" But on the bride, Mr. Pickwick was enthusiastic: "I _know_ her," he said, "to be a very, very amiable and lovely girl; I admire, love, and esteem her." At the close he prayed that Wardle's daughter "might enjoy all the happiness that even he could