“I don’t know whether I have or not,” answered Mr. Boffin. “It depends.”
“Perhaps you will consider whether there are any other strong expressions that you would like to bestow upon me?”
“I’ll consider that,” said Mr. Boffin, obstinately, “at my convenience, and not at yours. You want the last word. It may not be suitable to let you have it.”
“Noddy! My dear, dear Noddy! You sound so hard!” cried poor Mrs. Boffin, not to be quite repressed.
“Old lady,” said her husband, but without harshness, “if you cut in when requested not, I’ll get a pillow and carry you out of the room upon it. What do you want to say, you Rokesmith?”
“To you, Mr. Boffin, nothing. But to Miss Wilfer and to your good kind wife, a word.”
“Out with it then,” replied Mr. Boffin, “and cut it short, for we’ve had enough of you.”
“I have borne,” said the Secretary, in a low voice, “with my false position here, that I might not be separated from Miss Wilfer. To be near her, has been a recompense to me from day to day, even for the undeserved treatment I have had here, and for the degraded aspect in which she has often seen me. Since Miss Wilfer rejected me, I have never again urged my suit, to the best of my belief, with a spoken syllable or a look. But I have never changed in my devotion to her, except—if she will forgive my saying so—that it is deeper than it was, and better founded.”
“Now, mark this chap’s saying Miss Wilfer, when he means £ s. d. !” cried Mr. Boffin, with a cunning wink. “Now, mark this chap’s making Miss Wilfer stand for Pounds, Shillings, and Pence!”