“However,” said Wegg, after eyeing him with another touch of distrust, “I wish you joy. One man spends his fortune in one way, and another in another. You are going to try matrimony. I mean to try travelling.”

“Indeed, Mr. Wegg?”

“Change of air, sea-scenery, and my natural rest, I hope may bring me round after the persecutions I have undergone from the dustman with his head tied up, which I just now mentioned. The tough job being ended and the Mounds laid low, the hour is come for Boffin to stump up. Would ten tomorrow morning suit you, partner, for finally bringing Boffin’s nose to the grindstone?”

Ten tomorrow morning would quite suit Mr. Venus for that excellent purpose.

“You have had him well under inspection, I hope?” said Silas.