"To be sure not," said Alvanly, "who the devil would wait for you?" "I would, all my life, and with all imaginable patience," I observed. "Ha! ha!" said Ward, growing pale, while he affected to be amused. "But, my excellent friend Dick," said Ward, "I must send back a note by my servant, who is waiting for it." "Why," said Dick, "the servants are going to serve the dinner immediately, and I should rather prefer your going into my dressing-room to write your note." "I thank you," said Ward, with much asperity, "I thank you all the same; but I prefer having the paper here, with your permission. With your permission, mind, Dick!" "You may ring, if you please," said Dick carelessly, and then, I believe, retired for the express purpose of desiring his footman not to answer the bell. This I only surmise, from his remarking to me in an undertone afterwards, that Ward gave more trouble than all the rest of the party put together, and he was delighted that the footman did not attend his summons. Mr. Dick handed me down to dinner. Lord Hertford took care of Amy, Alvanly was ever Fanny's most obedient humble servant, and Ward held out his finger to Mrs. Armstrong; because Amy was better provided for Luttrell was, as usual unless some one bored or offended him, the life and spirit of the whole party, when Ward would let him alone; but he was often interrupted by that learned gentleman's bawling from the top to the bottom of a large table, his Latin _bon mots_, at which he himself, _solus_, laughed always most vociferously. He frequently addressed himself to our favourite Luttrell, not being so sure of any other man's Greek and Latin. "What a misfortune for you," said I to Luttrell, "that the little figure at the top of the table has faith in your classical knowledge," and then, addressing myself to Ward, "Friend," said I, "we, at this end of the table, have all forgotten our Latin." "Dick!" said Ward, whom I had put out of humour, "there would be no harm in ordering a few coals. I'm starved." "Why, really," answered Dick, "the fire cannot be better, nor will that grate hold any more coals." "That's your opinion, not mine;" and Ward affected to laugh, as though he had said something witty. I praised the very unaffected character of Lord Robert Manners to Nugent, who sat next to me. "Ah!" squeaked out the reptile Ward, "stand up for Bob Manners, for I know he stands up for you." "Is that meant for a joke, or a matter of fact?" asked I. "Fact! Fact! Bob, as your friend no doubt, stands up for you, whom he must so often hear abused."