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.Corney's apron-string, round which it gradually became entwined.
'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,' said Mr.Bumble looking round.

'Another room, and this, ma'am, would be a complete thing.' 'It would be too much for one,' murmured the lady.
'But not for two, ma'am,' rejoined Mr.Bumble, in soft accents.

'Eh, Mrs.Corney ?' Mrs.Corney drooped her head, when the beadle said this; the beadle drooped his, to get a view of Mrs.Corney's face.

Mrs.Corney, with great propriety, turned her head away, and released her hand to get at her pocket-handkerchief; but insensibly replaced it in that of Mr.
Bumble.
'The board allows you coals, don't they, Mrs.Corney ?' inquired the beadle, affectionately pressing her hand.
'And candles,' replied Mrs.Corney, slightly returning the pressure.
'Coals, candles, and house-rent free,' said Mr.Bumble.