Miggs, carry the light .-- YOU can be cheerful, Miggs, at least.' Miggs, who, to this moment, had been in the very depths of compassionate despondency, passed instantly into the liveliest state conceivable, and tossing her head as she glanced towards the locksmith, bore off her mistress and the light together.
'Now, who would think,' thought Varden, shrugging his shoulders and drawing his chair nearer to the fire, 'that that woman could ever be pleasant and agreeable?
And yet she can be.

Well, well, all of us have our faults.

I'll not be hard upon hers.

We have been man and wife too long for that.' He dozed again--not the less pleasantly, perhaps, for his hearty temper.
While his eyes were closed, the door leading to the upper stairs was partially opened; and a head appeared, which, at sight of him, hastily drew back again.
'I wish,' murmured Gabriel, waking at the noise, and looking round the room, 'I wish somebody would marry Miggs.

But that's impossible! I wonder whether there's any madman alive, who would marry Miggs!' This was such a vast speculation that he fell into a doze again, and slept until the fire was quite burnt out.