Young Trent with an impatient gesture pushed the glass towards him,

and fell again in the the moddy attitude from which he had been

unwillingly roused.

I'll give you, Fred,' said his friend, stirring the mixture, 'a little

sentiment appropriate to the occasion. Here's May the - -'

Pshaw!' interposed the other. 'You worry me to death with your

chattering. You can be merry under any circumstances.'

Why, Mr Trent,' returned Dick, 'there is a proverb which talks about

being merry and wise. There are some people who can be merry and

can't be wise, and some who can be wise (or think they can) and can't

be merry. I'm one of the first sort. If the proverb's a good 'un, I supose

it's better to keep to half of it than none; at all events, I'd rather be

merry and not wise, than like you, neither one nor t'other.'

Bah!' muttered his friend, peevishly.

With all my heart,' said Mr Swiveller. 'In the polite circles I believe this

sort of thing isn't usually said to a gentleman in his own apartments,

but never mind that. Make yourself at home,' adding to this retort an

observation to the effect that his friend appeared to be rather 'cranky'

in point of temper, Richards Swiveller finished the rosy and applied

himself to the composition of another glassful, in which, after tasting

it with great relish, he proposed a toast to an imaginary company.

'Gentlemen, I'll give you, if you please, Success to the ancient family of

the Swivellers, and good luck to Mr Richard in particular - Mr

Richard, gentlemen,' said Dick with great emphasis, 'who spends all

his money on his friends and is Bah!'d for his pains. Hear, hear!'

'Dick!' said the other, returning to his seat after having paced the

room twice or thrice, 'will you talk seriously for two minutes, if I show

you a way to make your fortune with very little trouble?'

'You've shown me so many,' returned Dick; 'and nothing has come of

any one of 'em but empty pockets - -'

You'll tell a different story of this one, before a very long time is over,'

said his companion, drawing his chair to the table. 'You saw my sister

Nell?'

What about her?' returned Dick.

She has a pretty face, has she not?'

The Old Curiosity Shop