BOOK THE FOURTH: A TURNING
Chapter 13: Showing How the Golden Dustman Helped to Scatter Dust (continued)
Bella, who was still on her knees at Mr Boffin's feet, gradually
sank down into a sitting posture on the ground, as she meditated
more and more thoughtfully, with her eyes upon his beaming face.
'Still,' said Bella, after this meditative pause, 'there remain two
things that I cannot understand. Mrs Boffin never supposed any
part of the change in Mr Boffin to be real; did she?--You never did;
did you?' asked Bella, turning to her.
'No!' returned Mrs Boffin, with a most rotund and glowing
negative.
'And yet you took it very much to heart,' said Bella. 'I remember
its making you very uneasy, indeed.'
'Ecod, you see Mrs John has a sharp eye, John!' cried Mr Boffin,
shaking his head with an admiring air. 'You're right, my dear.
The old lady nearly blowed us into shivers and smithers, many
times.'
'Why?' asked Bella. 'How did that happen, when she was in your
secret?'
'Why, it was a weakness in the old lady,' said Mr Boffin; 'and yet,
to tell you the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I'm rather
proud of it. My dear, the old lady thinks so high of me that she
couldn't abear to see and hear me coming out as a reg'lar brown
one. Couldn't abear to make-believe as I meant it! In consequence
of which, we was everlastingly in danger with her.'
Mrs Boffin laughed heartily at herself; but a certain glistening in
her honest eyes revealed that she was by no means cured of that
dangerous propensity.
'I assure you, my dear,' said Mr Boffin, 'that on the celebrated day
when I made what has since been agreed upon to be my grandest
demonstration--I allude to Mew says the cat, Quack quack says the
duck, and Bow-wow-wow says the dog--I assure you, my dear,
that on that celebrated day, them flinty and unbeliving words hit
my old lady so hard on my account, that I had to hold her, to
prevent her running out after you, and defending me by saying I
was playing a part.'
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