kettle was by this time boiling, made a glassful
of spirits and water for Nicholas, and a cracked mug-full for the joint
accommodation of himself and Smike, of which the two partook in great
harmony, while Nicholas, leaning his head upon his hand, remained buried
in melancholy meditation.

Meanwhile, the company below stairs, after listening attentively and
not hearing any noise which would justify them in interfering for
the gratification of their curiosity, returned to the chamber of the
Kenwigses, and employed themselves in hazarding a great variety of
conjectures relative to the cause of Mr Noggs' sudden disappearance and
detention.

'Lor, I'll tell you what,' said Mrs Kenwigs. 'Suppose it should be an
express sent up to say that his property has all come back again!'

'Dear me,' said Mr Kenwigs; 'it's not impossible. Perhaps, in that case,
we'd better send up and ask if he won't take a little more punch.'

'Kenwigs!' said Mr Lillyvick, in a loud voice, 'I'm surprised at you.'

'What's the matter, sir?' asked Mr Kenwigs, with becoming submission to
the collector of water-rates.

'Making such a remark as that, sir,' replied Mr Lillyvick, angrily. 'He
has had punch already, has he not, sir? I consider the way in which that
punch was cut off, if I may use the expression, highly disrespectful to
this company; scandalous, perfectly scandalous. It may be the custom to
allow such things in this house, but it's not the kind of behaviour
that I've been used to see displayed, and so I don't mind telling you,
Kenwigs. A gentleman has a glass of punch before him to which he is just
about to set his lips, when another gentleman comes and collars that
glass of punch, without a "with your leave", or "by your leave", and
carries that glass of punch away. This may be good manners--I dare say
it is--but I don't understand it, that's all; and what's more, I don't
care if I never do. It's my way to speak my mind, Kenwigs, and that is
my mind; and if you don't like it, it's past my regular time for going
to bed, and I can find my way home without making it later.'

Here was an untoward event! The collector had sat swelling and fuming
in offended dignity for some minutes, and had now fairly burst out. The
great man--the rich relation--the unmarried uncle--who had it in his
power to make Morleena an heiress, and the very baby a legatee--was
offended. Gracious Powers, where was this to end!

'I am very sorry, sir,' said Mr Kenwigs,