And this Mrs Wilfer now did, be it observed, in jealousy of these Boffins, in the very same moments when she was already reflecting how she would flourish these very same Boffins and the state they kept, over the heads of her Boffinless friends.
'Of their manners,' said Mrs Wilfer, 'I say nothing.

Of their appearance, I say nothing.

Of the disinterestedness of their intentions towards Bella, I say nothing.

But the craft, the secrecy, the dark deep underhanded plotting, written in Mrs Boffin's countenance, make me shudder.' As an incontrovertible proof that those baleful attributes were all there, Mrs Wilfer shuddered on the spot..