“That Mr. Boffin’s manner to me, or consideration for me, is not what it used to be,” observed the Secretary, “must be admitted. It is too plain to be denied.”

“Are you disposed to deny it, Mr. Rokesmith?” asked Bella, with a look of wonder.

“Ought I not to be glad to do so, if I could: though it were only for my own sake?”

“Truly,” returned Bella, “it must try you very much, and⁠—you must please promise me that you won’t take ill what I am going to add, Mr. Rokesmith?”

“I promise it with all my heart.”

“⁠—And it must sometimes, I should think,” said Bella, hesitating, “a little lower you in your own estimation?”