the twenty-five guineas, that nothing would serve her but we must have a dinner out of that windfall at the Blue Boar, and that Pumblechook must go over in his chaise-cart, and bring the Hubbles and Mr. Wopsle.
It was agreed to be done; and a most melancholy day I passed. For, it inscrutably appeared to stand to reason, in the minds of the whole company, that I was an excrescence on the entertainment. And to make it worse, they all asked me from time to time, — in short, whenever they had nothing else to do, — why I didn't enjoy myself? And what could I possibly do then, but say I was enjoying myself, — when I wasn't!
However, they were grown up and had their own way, and they made the most of it.