Don't we ?' 'I never had the feeling in the house before,' said Mrs Boffin; 'and I have been about it alone at all hours of the night.

I have been in the house when Death was in it, and I have been in the house when Murder was a new part of its adventures, and I never had a fright in it yet.' 'And won't again, my dear,' said Mr Boffin.

'Depend upon it, it comes of thinking and dwelling on that dark spot.' 'Yes; but why didn't it come before ?' asked Mrs Boffin.
This draft on Mr Boffin's philosophy could only be met by that gentleman with the remark that everything that is at all, must begin at some time.
Then, tucking his wife's arm under his own, that she might not be left by herself to be troubled again, he descended to release Wegg.

Who, being something drowsy after his plentiful repast, and constitutionally of a shirking temperament, was well enough pleased to stump away, without doing what he had come to do, and was paid for doing.
Mr Boffin then put on his hat, and Mrs Boffin her shawl; and the pair, further provided with a bunch of keys and a lighted lantern, went all over the dismal house--dismal everywhere, but in their own two rooms--from cellar to cock-loft.

Not resting satisfied with giving that much chace to Mrs Boffin's fancies, they pursued them into the yard and outbuildings, and under the Mounds.