“You understand; I name this,” pursued Mr. Boffin, “to show you, now the affairs are wound up, that me and Mrs. Boffin have ever stood as we were in Christian honour bound, the children’s friend. Me and Mrs. Boffin stood the poor girl’s friend; me and Mrs. Boffin stood the poor boy’s friend; me and Mrs. Boffin up and faced the old man when we momently expected to be turned out for our pains. As to Mrs. Boffin,” said Mr. Boffin lowering his voice, “she mightn’t wish it mentioned now she’s fashionable, but she went so far as to tell him, in my presence, he was a flinty-hearted rascal.”