'Shall I shut the door, ma'am ?' The lady modestly hesitated to reply, lest there should be any impropriety in holding an interview with Mr.Bumble, with closed doors.
Mr.Bumble taking advantage of the hesitation, and being very cold himself, shut it without permission.
'Hard weather, Mr.Bumble,' said the matron.
'Hard, indeed, ma'am,' replied the beadle.

'Anti-porochial weather this, ma'am.

We have given away, Mrs.Corney, we have given away a matter of twenty quartern loaves and a cheese and a half, this very blessed afternoon; and yet them paupers are not contented.' 'Of course not.

When would they be, Mr.Bumble ?' said the matron, sipping her tea.
'When, indeed, ma'am!' rejoined Mr.Bumble.

'Why here's one man that, in consideration of his wife and large family, has a quartern loaf and a good pound of cheese, full weight.