Even this general's career paled in interest for Mr Boffin before the clearing of his conscience with Wegg; and hence, when that literary gentleman had according to custom eaten and drunk until he was all a-glow, and when he took up his book with the usual chirping introduction, 'And now, Mr Boffin, sir, we'll decline and we'll fall!' Mr Boffin stopped him.
'You remember, Wegg, when I first told you that I wanted to make a sort of offer to you ?' 'Let me get on my considering cap, sir,' replied that gentleman, turning the open book face downward.

'When you first told me that you wanted to make a sort of offer to me?
Now let me think.' (as if there were the least necessity) 'Yes, to be sure I do, Mr Boffin.

It was at my corner.
To be sure it was! You had first asked me whether I liked your name, and Candour had compelled a reply in the negative case.

I little thought then, sir, how familiar that name would come to be!' 'I hope it will be more familiar still, Wegg.' 'Do you, Mr Boffin?
Much obliged to you, I'm sure.

Is it your pleasure, sir, that we decline and we fall ?' with a feint of taking up the book.
'Not just yet awhile, Wegg.