Harmon’s.”
“Eh?” said Mr. Venus. “Harmon’s, up Battle Bridge way?”
Mr. Wegg admits that he is bound for that port.
“You ought to be in a good thing, if you’ve worked yourself in there. There’s lots of money going, there.”
“To think,” says Silas, “that you should catch it up so quick, and know about it. Wonderful!”
“Not at all, Mr. Wegg. The old gentleman wanted to know the nature and worth of everything that was found in the dust; and many’s the bone, and feather, and whatnot, that he’s brought to me.”
“Really, now!”
“Yes. (Oh dear me, dear me!) And he’s buried quite in this neighbourhood, you know. Over yonder.”
Mr. Wegg does not know, but he makes as if he did, by responsively nodding his head. He also follows with his eyes, the toss of Venus’s head: as if to seek a direction to over yonder.