'I am perfectly aware of it.' 'He is the parent of my children! He is the father of my twins! He is the husband of my affections,' cried Mrs.Micawber, struggling; 'and I ne--ver--will--desert Mr.Micawber!' Mr.Micawber was so deeply affected by this proof of her devotion (as to me, I was dissolved in tears), that he hung over her in a passionate manner, imploring her to look up, and to be calm.

But the more he asked Mrs.Micawber to look up, the more she fixed her eyes on nothing; and the more he asked her to compose herself, the more she wouldn't.
Consequently Mr.Micawber was soon so overcome, that he mingled his tears with hers and mine; until he begged me to do him the favour of taking a chair on the staircase, while he got her into bed.

I would have taken my leave for the night, but he would not hear of my doing that until the strangers' bell should ring.

So I sat at the staircase window, until he came out with another chair and joined me.
'How is Mrs.Micawber now, sir ?' I said.
'Very low,' said Mr.Micawber, shaking his head; 'reaction.

Ah, this has been a dreadful day! We stand alone now--everything is gone from us!' Mr.Micawber pressed my hand, and groaned, and afterwards shed tears.
I was greatly touched, and disappointed too, for I had expected that we should be quite gay on this happy and long-looked-for occasion.