“I am sure I said so.”

—“As Secretary,” repeated Mr. Boffin, meditating upon the word; “I no more know that I may ever want a Secretary, or whatnot, than I do that I shall ever be in want of the man in the moon. Me and Mrs. Boffin have not even settled that we shall make any change in our way of life. Mrs. Boffin’s inclinations certainly do tend towards Fashion; but, being already set up in a fashionable way at the Bower, she may not make further alterations. However, sir, as you don’t press yourself, I wish to meet you so far as saying, by all means call at the Bower if you like. Call in the course of a week or two. At the same time, I consider that I ought to name, in addition to what I have already named, that I have in my employment a literary man⁠— with a wooden leg⁠—as I have no thoughts of parting from.”