“ I say, a good house in a good neighbourhood, good things about us, good living, and good society. I say, live like our means, without extravagance, and be happy.”

“Yes. I say be happy, too,” assented the still pensive Mr. Boffin. “Lor-a-mussy!” exclaimed Mrs. Boffin, laughing and clapping her hands, and gaily rocking herself to and fro, “when I think of me in a light yellow chariot and pair, with silver boxes to the wheels⁠—”

“Oh! you was thinking of that, was you, my dear?”