'That ain't no word for it.

I don't mean to say but what if you showed me a B, I could so far give you change for it, as to answer Boffin.' 'Come, come, sir,' said Mr Wegg, throwing in a little encouragement, 'that's something, too.' 'It's something,' answered Mr Boffin, 'but I'll take my oath it ain't much.' 'Perhaps it's not as much as could be wished by an inquiring mind, sir,' Mr Wegg admitted.
'Now, look here.

I'm retired from business.

Me and Mrs Boffin--Henerietty Boffin--which her father's name was Henery, and her mother's name was Hetty, and so you get it--we live on a compittance, under the will of a diseased governor.' 'Gentleman dead, sir ?' 'Man alive, don't I tell you?
A diseased governor?
Now, it's too late for me to begin shovelling and sifting at alphabeds and grammar-books.
I'm getting to be a old bird, and I want to take it easy.

But I want some reading--some fine bold reading, some splendid book in a gorging Lord-Mayor's-Show of wollumes' (probably meaning gorgeous, but misled by association of ideas); 'as'll reach right down your pint of view, and take time to go by you.