The man sat with his eyes fixed upon the table, supporting his chin with both his hands; the woman, who was next to him, sat quite still, save that occasionally she turned a glance upon her husband with eyes that appeared to have been lately crying.

The children had none of the vivacity so general at their age.

A more disconsolate family I had never seen; a mug, which, when filled, might contain half-a-pint, stood empty before them; a very disconsolate party indeed.
"House!" said I; "House!" and then as nobody appeared, I cried again as loud as I could, "House! do you hear me, House!" "What's your pleasure, young man ?" said an elderly woman, who now made her appearance from a side apartment.
"To taste your ale," said I.
"How much ?" said the woman, stretching out her hand towards the empty mug upon the table.
"The largest measure-full in your house," said I, putting back her hand gently.

"This is not the season for half-pint mugs." "As you will, young man," said the landlady; and presently brought in an earthen pitcher which might contain about three pints, and which foamed and frothed withal.
"Will this pay for it ?" said I, putting down sixpence.
"I have to return you a penny," said the landlady, putting her hand into her pocket.
"I want no change," said I, flourishing my hand with an air.
"As you please, young gentleman," said the landlady, and then making a kind of curtsey, she again retired to the side apartment.
"Here is your health, sir," said I to the grimy-looking man, as I raised the pitcher to my lips.
The tinker, for such I supposed him to be, without altering his posture, raised his eyes, looked at me for a moment, gave a slight nod, and then once more fixed his eyes upon the table.

I took a draught of the ale, which I found excellent; "won't you drink ?" said I, holding the pitcher to the tinker.
The man again lifted his eyes, looked at me, and then at the pitcher, and then at me again.