“John dear,” said Bella, “you’re a good nurse; will you please hold baby?” Having deposited the Inexhaustible in his arms with those words, Bella looked hard at Mr. Boffin, who had moved to a table where he was leaning his head upon his hand with his face turned away, and, quietly settling herself on her knees at his side, and drawing one arm over his shoulder, said: “Please I beg your pardon, and I made a small mistake of a word when I took leave of you last. Please I think you are better (not worse) than Hopkins, better (not worse) than Dancer, better (not worse) than Blackberry Jones, better (not worse) than any of them! Please something more!” cried Bella, with an exultant ringing laugh as she struggled with him and forced him to turn his delighted face to hers. “Please I have found out something not yet mentioned. Please I don’t believe you are a hardhearted miser at all, and please I don’t believe you ever for one single minute were!”