Mr. and Mrs. Boffin in Consultation
Betaking himself straight homeward, Mr. Boffin, without further let or hindrance, arrived at the Bower, and gave Mrs. Boffin (in a walking dress of black velvet and feathers, like a mourning coach-horse) an account of all he had said and done since breakfast.
“This brings us round, my dear,” he then pursued, “to the question we left unfinished: namely, whether there’s to be any new go-in for Fashion.”
“Now, I’ll tell you what I want, Noddy,” said Mrs. Boffin, smoothing her dress with an air of immense enjoyment, “I want Society.”
“Fashionable Society, my dear?”