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, and 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 allow 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. "Oh, Mrs. Corney, what a angel you are!"
The lady was not proof against this burst of feeling. She sunk into Mr. Bumble's arms;