own. Noddy, he hears a noise, and in he trots, and as soon as I anyways
comes to myself I calls to him, "Noddy, well I might say as I did say,
that night at the Bower, for the Lord be thankful this is John!" On
which he gives a heave, and down he goes likewise, with his head under
the writing-table. This brings me round comfortable, and that brings him
round comfortable, and then John and him and me we all fall a crying for
joy.'

'Yes! They cry for joy, my darling,' her husband struck in. 'You
understand? These two, whom I come to life to disappoint and dispossess,
cry for joy!'

Bella looked at him confusedly, and looked again at Mrs Boffin's radiant
face.

'That's right, my dear, don't you mind him,' said Mrs Boffin, 'stick
to me. Well! Then we sits down, gradually gets cool, and holds a
confabulation. John, he tells us how he is despairing in his mind on
accounts of a certain fair young person, and how, if I hadn't found him
out, he was going away to seek his fortune far and wide, and had fully
meant never to come to life, but to leave the property as our wrongful
inheritance for ever and a day. At which you never see a man so
frightened as my Noddy was. For to think that he should have come into
the property wrongful, however innocent, and--more than that--might have
gone on keeping it to his dying day, turned him whiter than chalk.'

'And you too,' said Mr Boffin.

'Don't you mind him, neither, my deary,' resumed Mrs Boffin; 'stick
to me. This brings up a confabulation regarding the certain fair young
person; when Noddy he gives it as his opinion that she is a deary
creetur. "She may be a leetle spoilt, and nat'rally spoilt," he says,
"by circumstances, but that's only the surface, and I lay my life," he
says, "that she's the true golden gold at heart."

'So did you,' said Mr Boffin.

'Don't you mind him a single morsel, my dear,' proceeded Mrs Boffin,
'but stick to me. Then says John, O, if he could but prove so! Then we
both of us ups and says, that minute, "Prove so!"'

With a start, Bella directed a hurried glance towards Mr Boffin. But,
he was sitting thoughtfully smiling at that broad brown hand of his, and
either didn't see it, or would take no notice of it.

'"Prove it, John!" we says,' repeated Mrs Boffin. '"Prove it and
overcome your doubts with triumph, and be happy for the first time in
your life, and for the rest of your life." This puts John in a state,
to be sure. Then we says, "What will