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It
was
a
round
table
;
and
as
Mrs.
Corney
and
Mr.
Bumble
had
been
sitting
opposite
each
other
,
with
no
great
space
between
them
,
and
fronting
the
fire
,
it
will
be
seen
that
Mr.
Bumble
,
in
receding
from
the
fire
,
and
still
keeping
at
the
table
,
increased
the
distance
between
himself
and
Mrs.
Corney
;
which
proceeding
,
some
prudent
readers
will
doubtless
be
disposed
to
admire
,
and
to
consider
an
act
of
great
heroism
on
Mr.
Bumble
's
part
:
he
being
in
some
sort
tempted
by
time
,
place
,
and
opportunity
,
to
give
utterance
to
certain
soft
nothings
,
which
however
well
they
may
become
the
lips
of
the
light
and
thoughtless
,
do
seem
immeasurably
beneath
the
dignity
of
judges
of
the
land
,
members
of
parliament
,
ministers
of
state
,
lord
mayors
,
and
other
great
public
functionaries
,
but
more
particularly
beneath
the
stateliness
and
gravity
of
a
beadle
:
who
(
as
is
well
known
)
should
be
the
sternest
and
most
inflexible
among
them
all
.
Whatever
were
Mr.
Bumble
's
intentions
,
however
(
and
no
doubt
they
were
of
the
best
)
:
it
unfortunately
happened
,
as
has
been
twice
before
remarked
,
that
the
table
was
a
round
one
;
consequently
Mr.
Bumble
,
moving
his
chair
by
little
and
little
,
soon
began
to
diminish
the
distance
between
himself
and
the
matron
;
and
,
continuing
to
travel
round
the
outer
edge
of
the
circle
,
brought
his
chair
,
in
time
,
close
to
that
in
which
the
matron
was
seated
.
Indeed
,
the
two
chairs
touched
;
and
when
they
did
so
,
Mr.
Bumble
stopped
.
Now
,
if
the
matron
had
moved
her
chair
to
the
right
,
she
would
have
been
scorched
by
the
fire
;
and
if
to
the
left
,
she
must
have
fallen
into
Mr.
Bumble
's
arms
;
so
(
being
a
discreet
matron
,
and
no
doubt
foreseeing
these
consequences
at
a
glance
)
she
remained
where
she
was
,
and
handed
Mr.
Bumble
another
cup
of
tea
.
'
Hard-hearted
,
Mrs.
Corney
?
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
stirring
his
tea
,
and
looking
up
into
the
matron
's
face
;
'
are
YOU
hard-hearted
,
Mrs.
Corney
?
'
'
Dear
me
!
'
exclaimed
the
matron
,
'
what
a
very
curious
question
from
a
single
man
.
What
can
you
want
to
know
for
,
Mr.
Bumble
?
'
The
beadle
drank
his
tea
to
the
last
drop
;
finished
a
piece
of
toast
;
whisked
the
crumbs
off
his
knees
;
wiped
his
lips
;
and
deliberately
kissed
the
matron
.
'
Mr.
Bumble
!
'
cried
that
discreet
lady
in
a
whisper
;
for
the
fright
was
so
great
,
that
she
had
quite
lost
her
voice
,
'
Mr.
Bumble
,
I
shall
scream
!
'
Mr.
Bumble
made
no
reply
;
but
in
a
slow
and
dignified
manner
,
put
his
arm
round
the
matron
's
waist
.
As
the
lady
had
stated
her
intention
of
screaming
,
of
course
she
would
have
screamed
at
this
additional
boldness
,
but
that
the
exertion
was
rendered
unnecessary
by
a
hasty
knocking
at
the
door
:
which
was
no
sooner
heard
,
than
Mr.
