John Rokesmith from his place in the room, and Mr. Boffin from his, looked on at her in silence until she was silent herself. Then Mr. Boffin observed in a soothing and comfortable tone, “There, my dear, there; you are righted now, and it’s all right. I don’t wonder, I’m sure, at your being a little flurried by having a scene with this fellow, but it’s all over, my dear, and you’re righted, and it’s⁠—and it’s all right!” Which Mr. Boffin repeated with a highly satisfied air of completeness and finality.

“I hate you!” cried Bella, turning suddenly upon him, with a stamp of her little foot⁠—“at least, I can’t hate you, but I don’t like you!”