He was left, therefore, with his bottle of rum about half emptied, to finish his night's entertainment after his own fashion.
Mrs.Tadman ventured a mild warning about the fire when she wished him good night; but as she did not dare to hint that there had been any neglect in the chimney-sweeping, her counsel went for very little.

Mr.
Whitelaw threw on another pine-log directly the two women had left him, and addressed himself to the consumption of a fresh glass of rum-and-water.
"There's nothing like being on the safe side," he muttered to himself with an air of profound wisdom.

"I don't want to be laid up with the rheumatics, if I can help it." He finished the contents of his glass, and went softly out of the room, carrying a candle with him.

He was absent about ten minutes, and then came back to resume his comfortable seat by the fire, and mixed himself another glass of grog with the air of a man who was likely to finish the bottle.
While he sat drinking in his slow sensual way, his young wife slept peacefully enough in one of the rooms above him.

Early rising and industrious habits will bring sleep, even when the heart is hopeless and the mind is weary.