“What do you say?” asked Mr. Boffin, snapping at him. “However, you needn’t be at the trouble of repeating it, for it ain’t worth hearing, and won’t go down with me . I’m a-going to unfold your plan, before this young lady; I’m a-going to show this young lady the second view of you; and nothing you can say will stave it off. (Now, attend here, Bella, my dear.) Rokesmith, you’re a needy chap. You’re a chap that I pick up in the street. Are you, or ain’t you?”

“Go on, Mr. Boffin; don’t appeal to me.”