I was a'most as well as I was.

It's a great lot to take care of.' 'My dear Mr Boffin, then DON'T take care of it!' 'Eh ?' said that gentleman.
'Speaking now,' returned Mortimer, 'with the irresponsible imbecility of a private individual, and not with the profundity of a professional adviser, I should say that if the circumstance of its being too much, weighs upon your mind, you have the haven of consolation open to you that you can easily make it less.

And if you should be apprehensive of the trouble of doing so, there is the further haven of consolation that any number of people will take the trouble off your hands.' 'Well! I don't quite see it,' retorted Mr Boffin, still perplexed.
'That's not satisfactory, you know, what you're a-saying.' 'Is Anything satisfactory, Mr Boffin ?' asked Mortimer, raising his eyebrows.
'I used to find it so,' answered Mr Boffin, with a wistful look.

'While I was foreman at the Bower--afore it WAS the Bower--I considered the business very satisfactory.

The old man was a awful Tartar (saying it, I'm sure, without disrespect to his memory) but the business was a pleasant one to look after, from before daylight to past dark.