“Emma, my angel!” cried Mr. Micawber, running into the room; “what is the matter?”

“I never will desert you, Micawber!” she exclaimed.

“My life!” said Mr. Micawber, taking her in his arms. “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!”