But the sight of Mr. Boffin sitting in the armchair hugging himself, with his eyes upon the fire, acted as a restorative. Counterfeiting a sneeze to cover their movements, Mr. Wegg, with a spasmodic “Tish-ho!” pulled himself and Mr. Venus up in a masterly manner.

“Let’s have some more,” said Mr. Boffin, hungrily.

“John Elwes is the next, sir. Is it your pleasure to take John Elwes?”

“Ah!” said Mr. Boffin. “Let’s hear what John did.”