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Then he turned to his secretary. "Now, sir, look at this young lady. How dare you come out of your station to pester this young lady with your impudent addresses? This young lady, who was far above you. This young lady was looking about for money, and you had no money." Bella hung her head, and Mrs. Boffin broke out crying. "This Rokesmith is a needy young man," Mr. Boffin went on unmoved.
'Yes, deary, said Mrs Boffin, laying aside her shawl. 'I'm not nervous any more. I'm not a bit troubled now. I'd go anywhere about the house the same as ever. But 'Eh! said Mr Boffin. 'But I've only to shut my eyes. 'And what then? 'Why then, said Mrs Boffin, speaking with her eyes closed, and her left hand thoughtfully touching her brow, 'then, there they are!
'But there's another chance for you, said Mr Boffin, smiling still, 'Do you like the name of Nicodemus? Think it over. Nick, or Noddy.
Isabel drew her skirts away. "I don't like cats," she said. "There are cats and cats," remarked Madame Bernard in a tone of gentle rebuke. "Mr. Boffin is not an ordinary cat. He is a gentleman and a scholar and he never forgets his manners." "I've wondered, sometimes," said Rose, "whether he really knows everything, or only pretends that he does. He looks very wise."
'Nicodemus Boffin, Esquire. My Dear Sir, Having consented to preside at the forthcoming Annual Dinner of the Family Party Fund, and feeling deeply impressed with the immense usefulness of that noble Institution and the great importance of its being supported by a List of Stewards that shall prove to the public the interest taken in it by popular and distinguished men, I have undertaken to ask you to become a Steward on that occasion.
'You remember, of course, that in her short letter to Mrs Boffin short, but containing everything to the purpose she stipulated that either her name, or else her place of residence, must be kept strictly a secret among us. Bella nodded Yes. 'It is my duty to find out why she made that stipulation.
Not that a half-crown, shilling, halfpenny, or postage stamp, would be particularly acceptable from Mr Boffin, but that it is so obvious he is the man to make up the deficiency. And then the charities, my Christian brother! And mostly in difficulties, yet mostly lavish, too, in the expensive articles of print and paper. Large fat private double letter, sealed with ducal coronet.
"If you had worn long hair and a velvet collar, I should never have forgiven you." Colonel Kent laughed outright. "I should never have dared to bring him back to you, Francesca, if he had fallen so low. We're Americans, and please God, we'll stay Americans, won't we, lad?" "You bet," answered Allison, boyishly, going over to salute Mr. Boffin.
All offered up sacrifices to the minion of fortune and the worm of the hour! The minion of fortune and the worm of the hour, or in less cutting language, Nicodemus Boffin, Esquire, the Golden Dustman, had become as much at home in his eminently aristocratic family mansion as he was likely ever to be.
Get on your spectacles, Wegg; I know where to find the best of 'em, and we'll have a taste at once of what we have got before us. What's your friend's name? Mr Wegg presented his friend as Mr Venus. 'Eh? cried Mr Boffin, catching at the name. 'Of Clerkenwell? 'Of Clerkenwell, sir, said Mr Venus. 'Why, I've heard of you, cried Mr Boffin, 'I heard of you in the old man's time. You knew him.
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