Mr. Wegg, in a languid transport, again dropped over on Mr. Venus, and again recovering himself, masked his emotions with a sneeze.

“Tish-ho! Did you say papers too, sir? Been hidden, sir?”

“Hidden and forgot,” said Mr. Boffin. “Why the bookseller that sold me the Wonderful Museum ⁠—where’s the Wonderful Museum ?” He was on his knees on the floor in a moment, groping eagerly among the books.

“Can I assist you, sir?” asked Wegg.