“My child is welcome, though unlooked for,” said she, at the time presenting her cheek as if it were a cool slate for visitors to enrol themselves upon. “You too, R. W. , are welcome, though late. Does the male domestic of Mrs. Boffin hear me there?” This deep-toned inquiry was cast forth into the night, for response from the menial in question.

“There is no one waiting, Ma, dear,” said Bella.

“There is no one waiting?” repeated Mrs. Wilfer in majestic accents.

“No, Ma, dear.”

A dignified shiver pervaded Mrs. Wilfer’s shoulders and gloves, as who should say, “An enigma!” and then she marched at the head of the procession to the family keeping-room, where she observed: