Chapter 25: Quarts of Burgundy

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​⁠The old ballroom of the famous Daish's Rooms looked mighty cheerful on the evening of my Lady Bunbutter's rout and Mr. Francis Vernon's farewell entertainment.

The circular mahogany table with finely carved claw legs shone like the fine old piece of Spanish wood it was, that is to say, wherever it could secure a clear space for shining, being almost entirely clouded over by innumerable dishes of gr