“I say,” repeated Mrs. Wilfer, with a vast access of grandeur, “that I am not going to interpose objections. If Mrs. Boffin (to whose countenance no disciple of Lavater could possibly for a single moment subscribe),” with a shiver, “seeks to illuminate her new residence in town with the attractions of a child of mine, I am content that she should be favoured by the company of a child of mine.”

“You use the word, ma’am, I have myself used,” said Rokesmith, with a glance at Bella, “when you speak of Miss Wilfer’s attractions there.”

“Pardon me,” returned Mrs. Wilfer, with dreadful solemnity, “but I had not finished.”

“Pray excuse me.”