When the time drew near for retiring, Mr. Bounderby took a glass of water. “Oh, sir?” said Mrs. Sparsit. “Not your sherry warm, with lemon-peel and nutmeg?” “Why, I have got out of the habit of taking it now, ma’am,” said Mr. Bounderby. “The more’s the pity, sir,” returned Mrs. Sparsit; “you are losing all your good old habits. Cheer up, sir! If Miss Gradgrind will permit me, I will offer to make it for you, as I have often done.”