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'
I
'm
sure
Mr.
Bumble
,
that
I
was
only
a
telling
one
or
two
of
the
dear
children
as
is
so
fond
of
you
,
that
it
was
you
a
coming
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Mann
with
great
humility
.
Mr.
Bumble
had
a
great
idea
of
his
oratorical
powers
and
his
importance
.
He
had
displayed
the
one
,
and
vindicated
the
other
.
He
relaxed
.
'
Well
,
well
,
Mrs.
Mann
,
'
he
replied
in
a
calmer
tone
;
'
it
may
be
as
you
say
;
it
may
be
.
Lead
the
way
in
,
Mrs.
Mann
,
for
I
come
on
business
,
and
have
something
to
say
.
'
Mrs.
Mann
ushered
the
beadle
into
a
small
parlour
with
a
brick
floor
;
placed
a
seat
for
him
;
and
officiously
deposited
his
cocked
hat
and
can
on
the
table
before
him
.
Mr.
Bumble
wiped
from
his
forehead
the
perspiration
which
his
walk
had
engendered
,
glanced
complacently
at
the
cocked
hat
,
and
smiled
.
Yes
,
he
smiled
.
Beadles
are
but
men
:
and
Mr.
Bumble
smiled
.
'
Now
do
n't
you
be
offended
at
what
I
'm
a
going
to
say
,
'
observed
Mrs.
Mann
,
with
captivating
sweetness
.
'
You
've
had
a
long
walk
,
you
know
,
or
I
would
n't
mention
it
.
Now
,
will
you
take
a
little
drop
of
somethink
,
Mr.
Bumble
?
'
'
Not
a
drop
.
Nor
a
drop
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
waving
his
right
hand
in
a
dignified
,
but
placid
manner
.
'
I
think
you
will
,
'
said
Mrs.
Mann
,
who
had
noticed
the
tone
of
the
refusal
,
and
the
gesture
that
had
accompanied
it
.
'
Just
a
leetle
drop
,
with
a
little
cold
water
,
and
a
lump
of
sugar
.
'
Mr.
Bumble
coughed
.
'
Now
,
just
a
leetle
drop
,
'
said
Mrs.
Mann
persuasively
.
