“Are you going to sit snoring there all day?” inquired Mrs. Bumble. “I am going to sit here, as long as I think proper, ma‘am,” rejoined Mr. Bumble; “and although I was not snoring, I shall snore, gape, sneeze, laugh, or cry, as the humour strikes me, such being my prerogative.”
Love this - someone should have warned Mr. Bumble about marriage
