"I never drank wine, sir, but once."
"No! where was that?"
"At Mr. Snelly's wedding, twenty years since."
"'Gad! you'd make a good Turk, ma'am—don't mistake me—it's only they drink no wine. You've found life an up-hill business, then, hey?"
Mrs. Rumble sighed profoundly, shook her head, and said,—
"I've 'ad my trials, sir."
"Ha, ha, ha! to be sure, why not? then you're a bit tired, I dare say; what do you think of death?"
"I wish I was ready, sir."
"An ugly fellow, hey? I don't like the smell of him, ma'am."
"We has our hopes, sir."