There are none here, and Joe don't want to hear about them, I dare say.' At this crisis, Miggs appeared with toast.
'I dare say he does not,' said Mrs Varden; 'and I dare say you do not, Varden.

It's a very unpleasant subject, I have no doubt, though I won't say it's personal'-- Miggs coughed--'whatever I may be forced to think'-- Miggs sneezed expressively.

'You never will know, Varden, and nobody at young Mr Willet's age--you'll excuse me, sir--can be expected to know, what a woman suffers when she is waiting at home under such circumstances.

If you don't believe me, as I know you don't, here's Miggs, who is only too often a witness of it--ask her.' 'Oh! she were very bad the other night, sir, indeed she were, said Miggs.

'If you hadn't the sweetness of an angel in you, mim, I don't think you could abear it, I raly don't.' 'Miggs,' said Mrs Varden, 'you're profane.' 'Begging your pardon, mim,' returned Miggs, with shrill rapidity, 'such was not my intentions, and such I hope is not my character, though I am but a servant.' 'Answering me, Miggs, and providing yourself,' retorted her mistress, looking round with dignity, 'is one and the same thing.