ed with an air;
as if he were saying something extraordinarily generous and great:
'Mr Boffin, I never bargain.'
'So I should have thought of you!' said Mr Boffin, admiringly. 'No, sir.
I never did 'aggle and I never will 'aggle. Consequently I meet you at
once, free and fair, with--Done, for double the money!'
Mr Boffin seemed a little unprepared for this conclusion, but assented,
with the remark, 'You know better what it ought to be than I do, Wegg,'
and again shook hands with him upon it.
'Could you begin to night, Wegg?' he then demanded.
'Yes, sir,' said Mr Wegg, careful to leave all the eagerness to him.
'I see no difficulty if you wish it. You are provided with the needful
implement--a book, sir?'
'Bought him at a sale,' said Mr Boffin. 'Eight wollumes. Red and gold.
Purple ribbon in every wollume, to keep the place where you leave off.
Do you know him?'
'The book's name, sir?' inquired Silas.
'I thought you might have know'd him without it,' said Mr
Boffin slightly disappointed. 'His name is
Decline-And-Fall-Off-The-Rooshan-Empire.' (Mr Boffin went over these
stones slowly and with much caution.)
'Ay indeed!' said Mr Wegg, nodding his head with an air of friendly
recognition.
'You know him, Wegg?'
'I haven't been not to say right slap through him, very lately,' Mr Wegg
made answer, 'having been otherways employed, Mr Boffin. But know him?
Old familiar declining and falling off the Rooshan? Rather, sir! Ever
since I was not so high as your stick. Ever since my eldest brother left
our cottage to enlist into the army. On which occasion, as the ballad
that was made about it describes:
'Beside that cottage door, Mr Boffin,
A girl was on her knees;
She held aloft a snowy scarf, Sir,
Which (my eldest brother noticed) fluttered in the breeze.
She breathed a prayer for him, Mr Boffin;
A prayer he coold not hear.
And my eldest brother lean'd upon his sword, Mr Boffin,
And wiped away a tear.'
Much impressed by this family circumstance, and also by the friendly
disposition of Mr Wegg, as exemplified in his so soon dropping into
poetry, Mr Boffin again shook hands with that ligneous sharper, and
besought him to name his hour. Mr Wegg named eight.
'Where I live,' said Mr Boffin, 'is called The Bower. Boffin's Bower is
the name Mrs Boffin christened it when we come into it as a property.
If you should meet with anybody t
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