For I naturally said, "Esther! You to be low-spirited.

YOU!" And it really was time to say so, for I--yes, I really did see myself in the glass, almost crying.

"As if you had anything to make you unhappy, instead of everything to make you happy, you ungrateful heart!" said I.
If I could have made myself go to sleep, I would have done it directly, but not being able to do that, I took out of my basket some ornamental work for our house (I mean Bleak House) that I was busy with at that time and sat down to it with great determination.

It was necessary to count all the stitches in that work, and I resolved to go on with it until I couldn't keep my eyes open, and then to go to bed.
I soon found myself very busy.

But I had left some silk downstairs in a work-table drawer in the temporary growlery, and coming to a stop for want of it, I took my candle and went softly down to get it.