content you? If she was to stand up
for you when you was slighted, if she was to show herself of a generous
mind when you was oppressed, if she was to be truest to you when you was
poorest and friendliest, and all this against her own seeming interest,
how would that do?" "Do?" says John, "it would raise me to the skies."
"Then," says my Noddy, "make your preparations for the ascent, John, it
being my firm belief that up you go!"'

Bella caught Mr Boffin's twinkling eye for half an instant; but he got
it away from her, and restored it to his broad brown hand.

'From the first, you was always a special favourite of Noddy's,' said
Mrs Boffin, shaking her head. 'O you were! And if I had been inclined
to be jealous, I don't know what I mightn't have done to you. But as I
wasn't--why, my beauty,' with a hearty laugh and an embrace, 'I made you
a special favourite of my own too. But the horses is coming round the
corner. Well! Then says my Noddy, shaking his sides till he was fit to
make 'em ache again: "Look out for being slighted and oppressed, John,
for if ever a man had a hard master, you shall find me from this present
time to be such to you." And then he began!' cried Mrs Boffin, in an
ecstacy of admiration. 'Lord bless you, then he began! And how he DID
begin; didn't he!'

Bella looked half frightened, and yet half laughed.

'But, bless you,' pursued Mrs Boffin, 'if you could have seen him of a
night, at that time of it! The way he'd sit and chuckle over himself!
The way he'd say "I've been a regular brown bear to-day," and take
himself in his arms and hug himself at the thoughts of the brute he had
pretended. But every night he says to me: "Better and better, old lady.
What did we say of her? She'll come through it, the true golden gold.
This'll be the happiest piece of work we ever done." And then he'd say,
"I'll be a grislier old growler to-morrow!" and laugh, he would, till
John and me was often forced to slap his back, and bring it out of his
windpipes with a little water.'

Mr Boffin, with his face bent over his heavy hand, made no sound,
but rolled his shoulders when thus referred to, as if he were vastly
enjoying himself.

'And so, my good and pretty,' pursued Mrs Boffin, 'you was married, and
there was we hid up in the church-organ by this husband of yours; for
he wouldn't let us out with it then, as was first meant. "No," he says,
"she's so unselfish and contented, that I can't afford to be rich yet. I