“My feeling for Miss Wilfer,” pursued the Secretary, without deigning to notice him, “is not one to be ashamed of. I avow it. I love her. Let me go where I may when I presently leave this house, I shall go into a blank life, leaving her.”
“Leaving £ s. d. behind me,” said Mr. Boffin, by way of commentary, with another wink.
“That I am incapable,” the Secretary went on, still without heeding him, “of a mercenary project, or a mercenary thought, in connection with Miss Wilfer, is nothing meritorious in me, because any prize that I could put before my fancy would sink into insignificance beside her. If the greatest wealth or the highest rank were hers, it would only be important in my sight as removing her still farther from me, and making me more hopeless, if that could be. Say,” remarked the Secretary, looking full at his late master, “say that with a word she could strip Mr. Boffin of his fortune and take possession of it, she would be of no greater worth in my eyes than she is.”
“What do you think by this time, old lady,” asked Mr. Boffin, turning to his wife in a bantering tone, “about this Rokesmith here, and his caring for the truth? You needn’t say what you think, my dear, because I don’t want you to cut in, but you can think it all the same. As to taking possession of my property, I warrant you he wouldn’t do that himself if he could.”
“No,” returned the Secretary, with another full look.
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Mr. Boffin. “There’s nothing like a good ’un while you are about it.”
“I have been for a moment,” said the Secretary, turning from him and falling into his former manner, “diverted from the little I have to say. My interest in Miss Wilfer began when I first saw her; even began when I had