“Oh dear no, or I shouldn’t be reading it. It’s more about money than anything else.”

“And does it say that money is better than anything?”

“Upon my word,” returned Bella, “I forget what it says, but you can find out for yourself if you like, Mr. Rokesmith. I don’t want it any more.”

The Secretary took the book⁠—she had fluttered the leaves as if it were a fan⁠—and walked beside her.

“I am charged with a message for you, Miss Wilfer.”

“Impossible, I think!” said Bella, with another drawl.

“From Mrs. Boffin. She desired me to assure you of the pleasure she has in finding that she will be ready to receive you in another week or two at furthest.”