It impressed her in his favour, for she nodded aside to Mr Boffin, 'I like him.' 'I will see directly that everything is in train, Mr Boffin.' 'Thank'ee.

Being here, would you care at all to look round the Bower ?' 'I should greatly like it.

I have heard so much of its story.' 'Come!' said Mr Boffin.

And he and Mrs Boffin led the way.
A gloomy house the Bower, with sordid signs on it of having been, through its long existence as Harmony Jail, in miserly holding.

Bare of paint, bare of paper on the walls, bare of furniture, bare of experience of human life.