Not so, for I would willingly serve you a year--two years--any term you might appoint--before that should begin to be a consideration between us.' 'Where do you come from ?' asked Mr Boffin.
'I come,' returned the other, meeting his eye, 'from many countries.' Boffin's acquaintances with the names and situations of foreign lands being limited in extent and somewhat confused in quality, he shaped his next question on an elastic model.
'From--any particular place ?' 'I have been in many places.' 'What have you been ?' asked Mr Boffin.
Here again he made no great advance, for the reply was, 'I have been a student and a traveller.' 'But if it ain't a liberty to plump it out,' said Mr Boffin, 'what do you do for your living ?' 'I have mentioned,' returned the other, with another look at him, and a smile, 'what I aspire to do.

I have been superseded as to some slight intentions I had, and I may say that I have now to begin life.' Not very well knowing how to get rid of this applicant, and feeling the more embarrassed because his manner and appearance claimed a delicacy in which the worthy Mr Boffin feared he himself might be deficient, that gentleman glanced into the mouldy little plantation or cat-preserve, of Clifford's Inn, as it was that day, in search of a suggestion.

Sparrows were there, cats were there, dry-rot and wet-rot were there, but it was not otherwise a suggestive spot.
'All this time,' said the stranger, producing a little pocket-book and taking out a card, 'I have not mentioned my name.

My name is Rokesmith.
I lodge at one Mr Wilfer's, at Holloway.' Mr Boffin stared again.
'Father of Miss Bella Wilfer ?' said he.
'My landlord has a daughter named Bella.

Yes; no doubt.' Now, this name had been more or less in Mr Boffin's thoughts all the morning, and for days before; therefore he said: 'That's singular, too!' unconsciously staring again, past all bounds of good manners, with the card in his hand.