‘I can’t help it,’ whimpered the lady.
‘Then take something, ma’am,’ said Mr. Bumble soothingly. ‘A little of the wine?’
‘Not for the world!’ replied Mrs. Corney. ‘I couldn’t, — oh! The top shelf in the right-hand corner — oh!’ Uttering these words, the good lady pointed, distractedly, to the cupboard, and underwent a convulsion from internal spasms. Mr. Bumble rushed to the closet; and, snatching a pint green-glass bottle from the shelf thus incoherently indicated, filled a tea-cup with its contents, and held it to the lady’s lips.
‘I’m better now,’ said Mrs. Corney, falling back, after drinking half of it.