“I’ll take care,” said Mr. Boffin, showing the money and the necklace, “that these are soon given back.”

Mrs. Lammle had taken up her parasol from a side table, and stood sketching with it on the pattern of the damask cloth, as she had sketched on the pattern of Mr. Twemlow’s papered wall.

“You will not undeceive her I hope, Mr. Boffin?” she said, turning her head towards him, but not her eyes.

“No,” said Mr. Boffin.