'Mr Boffin, consider it done.

Say no more, sir, not a word more.

My stall and I are for ever parted.

The collection of ballads will in future be reserved for private study, with the object of making poetry tributary'-- Wegg was so proud of having found this word, that he said it again, with a capital letter--'Tributary, to friendship.

Mr Boffin, don't allow yourself to be made uncomfortable by the pang it gives me to part from my stock and stall.