Accompanying Mrs Boffin to the gate, she as closely watched what followed.
'How are you, sir, how are you ?' said Mr Boffin.

'This is Mrs Boffin.

Mr Rokesmith, that I told you of; my dear.' She gave him good day, and he bestirred himself and helped her to her seat, and the like, with a ready hand.
'Good-bye for the present, Miss Bella,' said Mrs Boffin, calling out a hearty parting.

'We shall meet again soon! And then I hope I shall have my little John Harmon to show you.' Mr Rokesmith, who was at the wheel adjusting the skirts of her dress, suddenly looked behind him, and around him, and then looked up at her, with a face so pale that Mrs Boffin cried: 'Gracious!' And after a moment, 'What's the matter, sir ?' 'How can you show her the Dead ?' returned Mr Rokesmith.
'It's only an adopted child.

One I have told her of.