“Come and look in, Noddy!” said Mrs. Boffin to Mr. Boffin.

Mr. Boffin, submitting to be led on tiptoe to the nursery door, looked in with immense satisfaction, although there was nothing to see but Bella in a musing state of happiness, seated in a little low chair upon the hearth, with her child in her fair young arms, and her soft eyelashes shading her eyes from the fire.

“It looks as if the old man’s spirit had found rest at last; don’t it?” said Mrs. Boffin.

“Yes, old lady.”

“And as if his money had turned bright again, after a long long rust in the dark, and was at last a beginning to sparkle in the sunlight?”