There was a flowery carpet on the floor; but, instead of reaching to the fireside, its glowing vegetation stopped short at Mrs Boffin's footstool, and gave place to a region of sand and sawdust.

Mr Wegg also noticed, with admiring eyes, that, while the flowery land displayed such hollow ornamentation as stuffed birds and waxen fruits under glass-shades, there were, in the territory where vegetation ceased, compensatory shelves on which the best part of a large pie and likewise of a cold joint were plainly discernible among other solids.

The room itself was large, though low; and the heavy frames of its old-fashioned windows, and the heavy beams in its crooked ceiling, seemed to indicate that it had once been a house of some mark standing alone in the country.
'Do you like it, Wegg ?' asked Mr Boffin, in his pouncing manner.
'I admire it greatly, sir,' said Wegg.

'Peculiar comfort at this fireside, sir.' 'Do you understand it, Wegg ?' 'Why, in a general way, sir,' Mr Wegg was beginning slowly and knowingly, with his head stuck on one side, as evasive people do begin, when the other cut him short: 'You DON'T understand it, Wegg, and I'll explain it.

These arrangements is made by mutual consent between Mrs Boffin and me.