I am aware, sir, that it would not become me to carry on my little traffic under the windows of your mansion.

I have already thought of that, and taken my measures.

No need to be bought out, sir.
Would Stepney Fields be considered intrusive?
If not remote enough, I can go remoter.

In the words of the poet's song, which I do not quite remember: Thrown on the wide world, doom'd to wander and roam, Bereft of my parents, bereft of a home, A stranger to something and what's his name joy, Behold little Edmund the poor Peasant boy.
-- And equally,' said Mr Wegg, repairing the want of direct application in the last line, 'behold myself on a similar footing!' 'Now, Wegg, Wegg, Wegg,' remonstrated the excellent Boffin.

'You are too sensitive.' 'I know I am, sir,' returned Wegg, with obstinate magnanimity.