She had been descending steadily, to the day, and on the day, when Mr. Bounderby issued the weekly invitation recorded above. Mrs. Sparsit was in good spirits, and inclined to be conversational.

“And pray, sir,” said she, “if I may venture to ask a question appertaining to any subject on which you show reserve⁠—which is indeed hardy in me, for I well know you have a reason for everything you do⁠—have you received intelligence respecting the robbery?”

“Why, ma’am, no; not yet. Under the circumstances, I didn’t expect it yet. Rome wasn’t built in a day, ma’am.”

“Very true, sir,” said Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head.

“Nor yet in a week, ma’am.”