BOOK THE THIRD: A LONG LANE
Chapter 14: Mr Wegg Prepares a Grindstone for Mr Boffin's Nose (continued)
'But, Mr Wegg,' urged Venus, 'it was your own idea that he should
not be exploded upon, till the Mounds were carted away.'
'But it was likewise my idea, Mr Venus,' retorted Wegg, 'that if he
came sneaking and sniffing about the property, he should be
threatened, given to understand that he has no right to it, and be
made our slave. Wasn't that my idea, Mr Venus?'
'It certainly was, Mr Wegg.'
'It certainly was, as you say, partner,' assented Wegg, put into a
better humour by the ready admission. 'Very well. I consider his
planting one of his menial tools in the yard, an act of sneaking and
sniffing. And his nose shall be put to the grindstone for it.'
'It was not your fault, Mr Wegg, I must admit,' said Venus, 'that he
got off with the Dutch bottle that night.'
'As you handsomely say again, partner! No, it was not my fault.
I'd have had that bottle out of him. Was it to be borne that he
should come, like a thief in the dark, digging among stuff that was
far more ours than his (seeing that we could deprive him of every
grain of it, if he didn't buy us at our own figure), and carrying off
treasure from its bowels? No, it was not to be borne. And for that,
too, his nose shall be put to the grindstone.'
'How do you propose to do it, Mr Wegg?'
'To put his nose to the grindstone? I propose,' returned that
estimable man, 'to insult him openly. And, if looking into this eye
of mine, he dares to offer a word in answer, to retort upon him
before he can take his breath, "Add another word to that, you dusty
old dog, and you're a beggar."'
'Suppose he says nothing, Mr Wegg?'
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