When candles were brought, Mrs. Sparsit murmured, “Don’t be low, sir. Pray let me see you cheerful, sir, as I used to do.” Mr. Bounderby, upon whom these consolations had begun to produce the effect of making him, in a bullheaded blundering way, sentimental, sighed like some large sea-animal. “I cannot bear to see you so, sir,” said Mrs. Sparsit. “Try a hand at backgammon, sir, as you used to do when I had the honour of living under your roof.” “I haven’t played backgammon, ma’am,” said Mr. Bounderby, “since that time.” “No, sir,” said Mrs. Sparsit, soothingly, “I am aware that you have not. I remember that Miss Gradgrind takes no interest in the game. But I shall be happy, sir, if you will condescend.”