'I don't understand you.' Without replying on this point, Mr Rokesmith went on.
'Excuse me; when I first saw you in your black dress--' ('There!' was Miss Bella's mental exclamation.

'What did I say to them at home?
Everybody noticed that ridiculous mourning.') 'When I first saw you in your black dress, I was at a loss to account for that distinction between yourself and your family.

I hope it was not impertinent to speculate upon it ?' 'I hope not, I am sure,' said Miss Bella, haughtily.

'But you ought to know best how you speculated upon it.' Mr Rokesmith inclined his head in a deprecatory manner, and went on.
'Since I have been entrusted with Mr Boffin's affairs, I have necessarily come to understand the little mystery.

I venture to remark that I feel persuaded that much of your loss may be repaired.