money Mrs. Boffin and me will have the pleasure of settling upon you, and you’ll live and die rich. That’s the state to live and die in!” said Mr. Boffin, in an unctuous manner. “R—r—rich!”
There was an expression of distress in Mrs. Boffin’s face, as, after watching her husband’s, she turned to their adopted girl, and said:
“Don’t mind him, Bella, my dear.”
“Eh?” cried Mr. Boffin. “What! Not mind him?”
“I don’t mean that,” said Mrs. Boffin, with a worried look, “but I mean, don’t believe him to be anything but good and generous, Bella, because he is the best of men. No, I must say that much, Noddy. You are always the best of men.”
She made the declaration as if he were objecting to it: which assuredly he was not in any way.
“And as to you, my dear Bella,” said Mrs. Boffin, still with that distressed expression, “he is so much attached to you, whatever he says, that your own father has not a truer interest in you and can hardly like you better than he does.”
“Says too!” cried Mr. Boffin. “Whatever he says! Why, I say so, openly. Give me a kiss, my dear child, in saying good night, and let me confirm what my old lady tells you. I am very fond of you, my dear, and I am entirely of your mind, and you and I will take care that you shall be rich. These good looks of yours (which you have some right to be vain of; my dear, though you are not, you know) are worth money, and you shall make money of ’em. The money you will have, will be worth money, and you shall make money of that too. There’s a golden ball at your feet. Good night, my dear.”
Somehow, Bella was not so well pleased with this assurance and this prospect as she might have been. Somehow, when she put her arms