"A lot of lights, Mr. Lupin! Why, there is only one; but perhaps you allude to the lights of the gospel?"
"No; I—I don't, just at present; damn the lights of the gospel—that is to say, I mean damn all backsliders! But there is a lot of lights, and no mistake, Mrs. Oakley. Give me a drop of something, I'm as dry as dust."
"There is some more mulled wine, Mr. Lupin; but I am surprised that you think there is more than one light."
"It's a miracle madam, in consequence of my great faith. I have faith in s—s—s—six lights, and here they are."
"Do you see that, Johanna?" exclaimed Mrs. Oakley, "are you not convinced now of the holiness of Mr. Lupin?"
"I am convinced of his drunkenness, mother, and entreat of you to let me leave the room at once."
"Tell her of the honour," said Mr. Lupin—"tell her of the honour."
"I don't know, Mr. Lupin; but don't you think it would be better to take some other opportunity?"
"Very well, then, this is the opportunity."
"If it's your pleasure, Mr. Lupin, I will. You must know, then, Johanna, that Mr. Lupin has been kind enough to consent to save my soul, on condition that you marry him, and I am quite sure you can have no reasonable objection; indeed, I think it's the least you can do, whether you have any objection or not."