"Nothing," replied Mrs. Corney. "I am a foolish, excitable, weak creetur."
"Not weak, ma'am," retorted Mr. Bumble, drawing his chair a little closer. "Are you a weak creetur, Mrs. Corney?"
"We are all weak creeturs," said Mrs. Corney, laying down a general principle.
"So we are," said the beadle.
Nothing was said on either side for a minute or two afterwards; and by the expiration of that time Mr. Bumble had illustrated the position by removing his left arm from the back of Mrs. Corney's chair where it had previously rested, to Mrs. Comey's apron-string, round which it gradually became intwined.
"We are all weak creeturs," said Mr. Bumble.
Mrs. Corney sighed.
"Don't sigh, Mrs. Corney," said Mr. Bumble.
"I can't help it," said Mrs. Corney. And she sighed again.
"This is a very comfortable room, ma'am,"