f its old-fashioned windows,
and the heavy beams in its crooked ceiling, seemed to indicate that it
had once been a house of some mark standing alone in the country.

'Do you like it, Wegg?' asked Mr Boffin, in his pouncing manner.

'I admire it greatly, sir,' said Wegg. 'Peculiar comfort at this
fireside, sir.'

'Do you understand it, Wegg?'

'Why, in a general way, sir,' Mr Wegg was beginning slowly and
knowingly, with his head stuck on one side, as evasive people do begin,
when the other cut him short:

'You DON'T understand it, Wegg, and I'll explain it. These arrangements
is made by mutual consent between Mrs Boffin and me. Mrs Boffin, as I've
mentioned, is a highflyer at Fashion; at present I'm not. I don't go
higher than comfort, and comfort of the sort that I'm equal to the
enjoyment of. Well then. Where would be the good of Mrs Boffin and me
quarrelling over it? We never did quarrel, before we come into Boffin's
Bower as a property; why quarrel when we HAVE come into Boffin's Bower
as a property? So Mrs Boffin, she keeps up her part of the room, in her
way; I keep up my part of the room in mine. In consequence of which
we have at once, Sociability (I should go melancholy mad without Mrs
Boffin), Fashion, and Comfort. If I get by degrees to be a higher-flyer
at Fashion, then Mrs Boffin will by degrees come for'arder. If Mrs
Boffin should ever be less of a dab at Fashion than she is at the
present time, then Mrs Boffin's carpet would go back'arder. If we should
both continny as we are, why then HERE we are, and give us a kiss, old
lady.'

Mrs Boffin who, perpetually smiling, had approached and drawn her plump
arm through her lord's, most willingly complied. Fashion, in the form
of her black velvet hat and feathers, tried to prevent it; but got
deservedly crushed in the endeavour.

'So now, Wegg,' said Mr Boffin, wiping his mouth with an air of much
refreshment, 'you begin to know us as we are. This is a charming spot,
is the Bower, but you must get to apprechiate it by degrees. It's a spot
to find out the merits of; little by little, and a new'un every day.
There's a serpentining walk up each of the mounds, that gives you the
yard and neighbourhood changing every moment. When you get to the top,
there's a view of the neighbouring premises, not to be surpassed. The
premises of Mrs Boffin's late father (Canine Provision Trade), you look
down into, as if they was your own. And the top of the High Mound is
c