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Captain
Dobbin
had
some
thoughts
of
joining
the
party
at
supper
:
as
,
in
truth
,
he
found
the
Vauxhall
amusements
not
particularly
lively
--
but
he
paraded
twice
before
the
box
where
the
now
united
couples
were
met
,
and
nobody
took
any
notice
of
him
.
Covers
were
laid
for
four
.
The
mated
pairs
were
prattling
away
quite
happily
,
and
Dobbin
knew
he
was
as
clean
forgotten
as
if
he
had
never
existed
in
this
world
.
"
I
should
only
be
de
trop
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
looking
at
them
rather
wistfully
.
"
I
'd
best
go
and
talk
to
the
hermit
,
"
--
and
so
he
strolled
off
out
of
the
hum
of
men
,
and
noise
,
and
clatter
of
the
banquet
,
into
the
dark
walk
,
at
the
end
of
which
lived
that
well-known
pasteboard
Solitary
.
It
was
n't
very
good
fun
for
Dobbin
--
and
,
indeed
,
to
be
alone
at
Vauxhall
,
I
have
found
,
from
my
own
experience
,
to
be
one
of
the
most
dismal
sports
ever
entered
into
by
a
bachelor
.
The
two
couples
were
perfectly
happy
then
in
their
box
:
where
the
most
delightful
and
intimate
conversation
took
place
.
Jos
was
in
his
glory
,
ordering
about
the
waiters
with
great
majesty
.
He
made
the
salad
;
and
uncorked
the
Champagne
;
and
carved
the
chickens
;
and
ate
and
drank
the
greater
part
of
the
refreshments
on
the
tables
.
Finally
,
he
insisted
upon
having
a
bowl
of
rack
punch
;
everybody
had
rack
punch
at
Vauxhall
.
"
Waiter
,
rack
punch
.
"
That
bowl
of
rack
punch
was
the
cause
of
all
this
history
.
And
why
not
a
bowl
of
rack
punch
as
well
as
any
other
cause
?
Was
not
a
bowl
of
prussic
acid
the
cause
of
Fair
Rosamond
's
retiring
from
the
world
?
Was
not
a
bowl
of
wine
the
cause
of
the
demise
of
Alexander
the
Great
,
or
,
at
least
,
does
not
Dr.
Lempriere
say
so
?
--
so
did
this
bowl
of
rack
punch
influence
the
fates
of
all
the
principal
characters
in
this
"
Novel
without
a
Hero
,
"
which
we
are
now
relating
.
It
influenced
their
life
,
although
most
of
them
did
not
taste
a
drop
of
it
.
The
young
ladies
did
not
drink
it
;
Osborne
did
not
like
it
;
and
the
consequence
was
that
Jos
,
that
fat
gourmand
,
drank
up
the
whole
contents
of
the
bowl
;
and
the
consequence
of
his
drinking
up
the
whole
contents
of
the
bowl
was
a
liveliness
which
at
first
was
astonishing
,
and
then
became
almost
painful
;
for
he
talked
and
laughed
so
loud
as
to
bring
scores
of
listeners
round
the
box
,
much
to
the
confusion
of
the
innocent
party
within
it
;
and
,
volunteering
to
sing
a
song
(
which
he
did
in
that
maudlin
high
key
peculiar
to
gentlemen
in
an
inebriated
state
)
,
he
almost
drew
away
the
audience
who
were
gathered
round
the
musicians
in
the
gilt
scollop-shell
,
and
received
from
his
hearers
a
great
deal
of
applause
.
"
Brayvo
,
Fat
un
!
"
said
one
;
"
Angcore
,
Daniel
Lambert
!
"
said
another
;
"
What
a
figure
for
the
tight-rope
!
"
exclaimed
another
wag
,
to
the
inexpressible
alarm
of
the
ladies
,
and
the
great
anger
of
Mr.
Osborne
.
"
For
Heaven
's
sake
,
Jos
,
let
us
get
up
and
go
,
"
cried
that
gentleman
,
and
the
young
women
rose
.
"
Stop
,
my
dearest
diddle-diddle-darling
,
"
shouted
Jos
,
now
as
bold
as
a
lion
,
and
clasping
Miss
Rebecca
round
the
waist
.
Rebecca
started
,
but
she
could
not
get
away
her
hand
.
The
laughter
outside
redoubled
.
Jos
continued
to
drink
,
to
make
love
,
and
to
sing
;
and
,
winking
and
waving
his
glass
gracefully
to
his
audience
,
challenged
all
or
any
to
come
in
and
take
a
share
of
his
punch
.
Mr.
