CHAPTER 66 

On awaking in the morning, Richard Swiveller became conscious, by slow degrees, of whispering voices in his room. Looking out between the curtains, he espied Mr Garland, Mr Abel, the notary, and the single gentleman, gathered round the Marchioness, and talking to her with great earnestness but in very subdued tones--fearing, no doubt, to disturb him. He lost no time in letting them know that this precaution was unnecessary, and all four gentlemen directly approached his bedside. Old Mr Garland was the first to stretch out his hand, and inquire how he felt. 

Dick was about to answer that he felt much better, though still as weak as need be, when his little nurse, pushing the visitors aside and pressing up to his pillow as if in jealousy of their interference, set his breakfast before him, and insisted on his taking it before he underwent the fatigue of speaking or of being spoken to. Mr Swiveller, who was perfectly ravenous, and had had, all night, amazingly distinct and consistent dreams of mutton chops, double stout, and similar delicacies, felt even the weak tea and dry toast such irresistible temptations, that he consented to eat and drink on one condition. 

'And that is,' said Dick, returning the pressure of Mr Garland's hand, 'that you answer me this question truly, before I take a bit or drop. Is it too late?' 

'For completing the work you began so well last night?' returned the old gentleman. 'No. Set your mind at rest on that point. It is not, I assure you.' 
Who woke up?
What did he hear?
Was Dick feeling better?
Who brought Dick breakfast?
What food was in it?
Did she say he could wait to eat it?
Was Dick hungry?
What food did he dream about?
What drink?
When Dick woke up, what did he look out?
How many people were talking?
What was the occupation of one of them?
Were they talking loudly?
Who shook hands with Dick first?
Is he elderly or young?
What time of day did Dick wake up?
Richard Swiveller
awaking in the morning, Richard Swiveller
voices
Richard Swiveller became conscious, by slow degrees, of whispering voices
unknown
unknown
his nurse,
his little nurse, pushing the visitors aside and pressing up to his pillow as if in jealousy of their interference, set his breakfast
tea and dry toast
 tea and dry toast
No
 insisted on his taking it before he underwent the fatigue of speaking
Yes
 Mr Swiveller, who was perfectly ravenous
mutton chops
dreams of mutton chops
double stout
 dreams of mutton chops, double stout
the curtains
Looking out between the curtains
Five
Mr Garland, Mr Abel, the notary, and the single gentleman, gathered round the Marchioness, and talking to he
notary
he notary
No
whispering voices
Mr Garland
said Dick, returning the pressure of Mr Garland's hand
old
For completing the work you began so well last night?' returned the old gentleman
the morning
awaking in the morning, Richard Swiveller