I opened it softly and found Miss Jellyby shivering there with a broken candle in a broken candlestick in one hand and an egg-cup in the other.
"Good night!" she said very sulkily.
"Good night!" said I.
"May I come in?" she shortly and unexpectedly asked me in the same sulky way.
"Certainly," said I. "Don't wake Miss Clare."
She would not sit down, but stood by the fire dipping her inky middle finger in the egg-cup, which contained vinegar, and smearing it over the ink stains on her face, frowning the whole time and looking very gloomy.

I opened it softly and found Miss Jellyby shivering there with a broken candle in a broken candlestick.
"Good night!" she said very sulkily.
"Good night!" said I.
"May I come in?" she asked unexpectedly.
"Certainly," said I. "Don't wake Miss Clare."
She would not sit down, but stood by the fire rubbing at the ink stains on her face, and looking very gloomy.
