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As
it
would
be
,
by
no
means
,
seemly
in
a
humble
author
to
keep
so
mighty
a
personage
as
a
beadle
waiting
,
with
his
back
to
the
fire
,
and
the
skirts
of
his
coat
gathered
up
under
his
arms
,
until
such
time
as
it
might
suit
his
pleasure
to
relieve
him
;
and
as
it
would
still
less
become
his
station
,
or
his
gallentry
to
involve
in
the
same
neglect
a
lady
on
whom
that
beadle
had
looked
with
an
eye
of
tenderness
and
affection
,
and
in
whose
ear
he
had
whispered
sweet
words
,
which
,
coming
from
such
a
quarter
,
might
well
thrill
the
bosom
of
maid
or
matron
of
whatsoever
degree
;
the
historian
whose
pen
traces
these
words
--
trusting
that
he
knows
his
place
,
and
that
he
entertains
a
becoming
reverence
for
those
upon
earth
to
whom
high
and
important
authority
is
delegated
--
hastens
to
pay
them
that
respect
which
their
position
demands
,
and
to
treat
them
with
all
that
duteous
ceremony
which
their
exalted
rank
,
and
(
by
consequence
)
great
virtues
,
imperatively
claim
at
his
hands
.
Towards
this
end
,
indeed
,
he
had
purposed
to
introduce
,
in
this
place
,
a
dissertation
touching
the
divine
right
of
beadles
,
and
elucidative
of
the
position
,
that
a
beadle
can
do
no
wrong
:
which
could
not
fail
to
have
been
both
pleasurable
and
profitable
to
the
right-minded
reader
but
which
he
is
unfortunately
compelled
,
by
want
of
time
and
space
,
to
postpone
to
some
more
convenient
and
fitting
opportunity
;
on
the
arrival
of
which
,
he
will
be
prepared
to
show
,
that
a
beadle
properly
constituted
:
that
is
to
say
,
a
parochial
beadle
,
attached
to
a
parochail
workhouse
,
and
attending
in
his
official
capacity
the
parochial
church
:
is
,
in
right
and
virtue
of
his
office
,
possessed
of
all
the
excellences
and
best
qualities
of
humanity
;
and
that
to
none
of
those
excellences
,
can
mere
companies
'
beadles
,
or
court-of-law
beadles
,
or
even
chapel-of-ease
beadles
(
save
the
last
,
and
they
in
a
very
lowly
and
inferior
degree
)
,
lay
the
remotest
sustainable
claim
.
Mr.
Bumble
had
re-counted
the
teaspoons
,
re-weighed
the
sugar-tongs
,
made
a
closer
inspection
of
the
milk-pot
,
and
ascertained
to
a
nicety
the
exact
condition
of
the
furniture
,
down
to
the
very
horse-hair
seats
of
the
chairs
;
and
had
repeated
each
process
full
half
a
dozen
times
;
before
he
began
to
think
that
it
was
time
for
Mrs.
Corney
to
return
.
Thinking
begets
thinking
;
as
there
were
no
sounds
of
Mrs.
Corney
's
approach
,
it
occured
to
Mr.
Bumble
that
it
would
be
an
innocent
and
virtuous
way
of
spending
the
time
,
if
he
were
further
to
allay
his
curiousity
by
a
cursory
glance
at
the
interior
of
Mrs.
Corney
's
chest
of
drawers
.
Having
listened
at
the
keyhole
,
to
assure
himself
that
nobody
was
approaching
the
chamber
,
Mr.
Bumble
,
beginning
at
the
bottom
,
proceeded
to
make
himself
acquainted
with
the
contents
of
the
three
long
drawers
:
which
,
being
filled
with
various
garments
of
good
fashion
and
texture
,
carefully
preserved
between
two
layers
of
old
newspapers
,
speckled
with
dried
lavender
:
seemed
to
yield
him
exceeding
satisfaction
.
Arriving
,
in
course
of
time
,
at
the
right-hand
corner
drawer
(
in
which
was
the
key
)
,
and
beholding
therein
a
small
padlocked
box
,
which
,
being
shaken
,
gave
forth
a
pleasant
sound
,
as
of
the
chinking
of
coin
,
Mr.
Bumble
returned
with
a
stately
walk
to
the
fireplace
;
and
,
resuming
his
old
attitude
,
said
,
with
a
grave
and
determined
air
,
'
I
'll
do
it
!
'
He
followed
up
this
remarkable
declaration
,
by
shaking
his
head
in
a
waggish
manner
for
ten
minutes
,
as
though
he
were
remonstrating
with
himself
for
being
such
a
pleasant
dog
;
and
then
,
he
took
a
view
of
his
legs
in
profile
,
with
much
seeming
pleasure
and
interest
.
He
was
still
placidly
engaged
in
this
latter
survey
,
when
Mrs.
Corney
,
hurrying
into
the
room
,
threw
herself
,
in
a
breathless
state
,
on
a
chair
by
the
fireside
,
and
covering
her
eyes
with
one
hand
,
placed
the
other
over
her
heart
,
and
gasped
for
breath
.
'
Mrs.
Corney
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
stooping
over
the
matron
,
'
what
is
this
,
ma'am
?
Has
anything
happened
,
ma'am
?
Pray
answer
me
:
I
'm
on
--
on
--
'
Mr.
Bumble
,
in
his
alarm
,
could
not
immediately
think
of
the
word
'
tenterhooks
,
'
so
he
said
'
broken
bottles
.
'
'
Oh
,
Mr.
Bumble
!
'
cried
the
lady
,
'
I
have
been
so
dreadfully
put
out
!
'
'
Put
out
,
ma'am
!
'
exclaimed
Mr.
Bumble
;
'
who
has
dared
to
--
?
I
know
!
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
checking
himself
,
with
native
majesty
,
'
this
is
them
wicious
paupers
!
'
'
It
's
dreadful
to
think
of
!
'
said
the
lady
,
shuddering
.
