“There was likewise,” resumed Wegg, “a pair of trestles, for which alone a Irish person, who was deemed a judge of trestles, offered five and six⁠—a sum I would not hear of, for I should have lost by it⁠—and there was a stool, a umbrella, a clotheshorse, and a tray. But I leave it to you, Mr. Boffin.”

The Golden Dustman seeming to be engaged in some abstruse calculation, Mr. Wegg assisted him with the following additional items.

“There was, further, Miss Elizabeth, Master George, Aunt Jane, and Uncle Parker. Ah! When a man thinks of the loss of such patronage as that; when a man finds so fair a garden rooted up by pigs; he finds it hard indeed, without going high, to work it into money. But I leave it wholly to you, sir.”

Mr. Sloppy still continued his singular, and on the surface his incomprehensible, movement.