But, the worthy Mr. Boffin jogged away with a comfortless impression he could have dispensed with, that there was a deal of unsatisfactoriness in the world, besides what he had recalled as appertaining to the Harmon property. And he was still jogging along Fleet Street in this condition of mind, when he became aware that he was closely tracked and observed by a man of genteel appearance.

“Now then?” said Mr. Boffin, stopping short, with his meditations brought to an abrupt check, “what’s the next article?”

“I beg your pardon, Mr. Boffin.”

“My name too, eh? How did you come by it? I don’t know you.”

“No, sir, you don’t know me.”