“I won’t go so far as to say everything,” returned Mr. Boffin, on whom his manner seemed to grate, “because there’s some things that I never found among the dust. Well, sir. So Mrs. Boffin and me grow older and older in the old man’s service, living and working pretty hard in it, till the old man is discovered dead in his bed. Then Mrs. Boffin and me seal up his box, always standing on the table at the side of his bed, and having frequently heerd tell of the Temple as a spot where lawyer’s dust is contracted for, I come down here in search of a lawyer to advise, and I see your young man up at this present elevation, chopping at the flies on the windowsill with his penknife, and I give him a Hoy! not then having the pleasure of your acquaintance, and by that means come to gain the honour. Then you, and the gentleman in the uncomfortable neckcloth under the little archway in Saint Paul’s Churchyard⁠—”

“Doctors’ Commons,” observed Lightwood.