BOOK THE THIRD: A LONG LANE
Chapter 15: The Golden Dustman at His Worst (continued)
'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 only heard of her. It was, in fact, the cause
of my throwing myself in Mr Boffin's way, and entering his
service. Miss Wilfer has never known this until now. I mention it
now, only as a corroboration (though I hope it may be needless) of
my being free from the sordid design attributed to me.'
'Now, this is a very artful dog,' said Mr Boffin, with a deep look.
'This is a longer-headed schemer than I thought him. See how
patiently and methodically he goes to work. He gets to know about
me and my property, and about this young lady, and her share in
poor young John's story, and he puts this and that together, and he
says to himself, "I'll get in with Boffin, and I'll get in with this
young lady, and I'll work 'em both at the same time, and I'll bring
my pigs to market somewhere." I hear him say it, bless you! I
look at him, now, and I see him say it!'
Mr Boffin pointed at the culprit, as it were in the act, and hugged
himself in his great penetration.
'But luckily he hadn't to deal with the people he supposed, Bella,
my dear!' said Mr Boffin. 'No! Luckily he had to deal with you,
and with me, and with Daniel and Miss Dancer, and with Elwes,
and with Vulture Hopkins, and with Blewbury Jones and all the
rest of us, one down t'other come on. And he's beat; that's what he
is; regularly beat. He thought to squeeze money out of us, and he
has done for himself instead, Bella my dear!'
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