“Look out for a fall, my Lady Dustwoman,” said Wegg.

Bella lightly descended, and ran in after her.

“How brisk we are!” said Wegg. “You won’t run so gaily to your old shabby home, my girl. You’ll have to go there, though.”

A little while, and the Secretary came out.

“I was passed over for you,” said Wegg. “But you had better provide yourself with another situation, young man.”

Mr. Boffin’s shadow passed upon the blinds of three large windows as he trotted down the room, and passed again as he went back.

“Yoop!” cried Wegg. “You’re there, are you? Where’s the bottle? You would give your bottle for my box, Dustman!”