“Who is this?” repeated Bella. “My husband.”

“Ah! But tell me his name, deary!” cried Mrs. Boffin.

“Rokesmith.”

“No, it ain’t!” cried Mrs. Boffin, clapping her hands, and shaking her head. “Not a bit of it.”

“Handford then,” suggested Bella.

“No, it ain’t!” cried Mrs. Boffin, again clapping her hands and shaking her head. “Not a bit of it.”

“At least, his name is John, I suppose?” said Bella.