“I must go home,” said Bella, rising hurriedly. “I am very grateful to you for all you have done for me, but I can’t stay here.”

“My darling girl!” remonstrated Mrs. Boffin.

“No, I can’t stay here,” said Bella; “I can’t indeed.⁠—Ugh! you vicious old thing!” (This to Mr. Boffin.)

“Don’t be rash, my love,” urged Mrs. Boffin. “Think well of what you do.”

“Yes, you had better think well,” said Mr. Boffin.