“Ha, ha, ha, gentlemen!” roared Sloppy in a peal of laughter, and with immeasureable relish. “He never thought as I could sleep standing, and often done it when I turned for Mrs. Higden! He never thought as I used to give Mrs. Higden the Police-news in different voices! But I did lead him a life all through it, gentlemen, I hope I really and truly DID!” Here, Mr. Sloppy opening his mouth to a quite alarming extent, and throwing back his head to peal again, revealed incalculable buttons.

“Oh!” said Wegg, slightly discomfited, but not much as yet: “one and one is two not dismissed, is it? Bof-fin! Just let me ask a question. Who set this chap on, in this dress, when the carting began? Who employed this fellow?”

“I say!” remonstrated Sloppy, jerking his head forward. “No fellows, or I’ll throw you out of winder!”

Mr. Boffin appeased him with a wave of his hand, and said: “I employed him, Wegg.”

“Oh! You employed him, Boffin? Very good. Mr. Venus, we raise ourterms, and we can’t do better than proceed to business. Bof— fin! I want the room cleared of these two scum.”

“That’s not going to be done, Wegg,” replied Mr. Boffin, sitting composedly on the library-table, at one end, while the Secretary sat composedly on it at the other.

“Bof—fin! Not going to be done?” repeated Wegg. “Not at your peril?”

“No, Wegg,” said Mr. Boffin, shaking his head good-humouredly. “Not at my peril, and not on any other terms.”

Wegg reflected a moment, and then said: “Mr. Venus, will you be so good as hand me over that same dockyment?”

“Certainly, sir,” replied Venus, handing it to him with much politeness. “There it is. Having now, sir, parted with it, I wish to make a small observation: not so much because it is anyways necessary, or expresses any new doctrine or discovery, as because it is a comfort to my mind. Silas Wegg, you are a precious old rascal.”

Mr. Wegg, who, as if anticipating a compliment, had been beating time with the paper to the other’s politeness until this unexpected conclusion came upon him, stopped rather abruptly.

“Silas Wegg,” said Venus, “know that I took the liberty of taking Mr Boffin into our concern as a sleeping partner, at a very early period of our firm’s existence.”

“Quite true,” added Mr. Boffin; “and I tested Venus by making him a pretended proposal or two; and I found him on the whole a very honest man, Wegg.”

“So Mr. Boffin, in his indulgence, is pleased to say,” Venus remarked: “though in the beginning of this dirt, my hands were not, for a few hours, quite as clean as I could wish. But I hope I made early and full amends.”

“Venus, you did,” said Mr. Boffin. “Certainly, certainly, certainly.”

Venus inclined his head with respect and gratitude. “Thank you, sir. I am much obliged to you, sir, for all. For your good opinion now, for your way of receiving and encouraging me when I first put myself in communication with you, and for the influence since so kindly brought to bear upon a certain lady, both by yourself and by Mr. John Harmon.” To whom, when thus making mention of him, he also bowed.

Wegg followed the name with sharp ears, and the action with sharp eyes, and a certain cringing air was infusing itself into his bullying air, when his attention was re-claimed by Venus.