him with great ruefulness as Mr. Grimwig disappeared with the two old women, "I hope that this unfortunate little circumstance will not deprive me of my porochial office?"
"Indeed it will," replied Mr. Brownlow; "you must make up your mind to that, and think yourself well off besides."
"It was all Mrs. Bumble—she would do it—" urged Mr. Bumble; first looking round to ascertain that his partner had left the room.
"That is no excuse," returned Mr. Brownlow. "You were present on the occasion of the destruction of these trinkets, and, indeed, are the more guilty of the two in the eye of the law, for the law supposes that your wife acts under your direction."
"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, "the law is a ass—a idiot. If that is the eye of the law, the law's a bachelor, and the worst I wish the law is, that his eye may be opened by experience—by experience."
Laying great stress on the repetition of these two words, Mr. Bumble fixed his hat on very
