It's a'most a pity,' said Mr Boffin, rubbing his ear, 'that he ever went and made so much money.

It would have been better for him if he hadn't so given himself up to it.

You may depend upon it,' making the discovery all of a sudden, 'that HE found it a great lot to take care of!' Mr Lightwood coughed, not convinced.
'And speaking of satisfactory,' pursued Mr Boffin, 'why, Lord save us! when we come to take it to pieces, bit by bit, where's the satisfactoriness of the money as yet?
When the old man does right the poor boy after all, the poor boy gets no good of it.

He gets made away with, at the moment when he's lifting (as one may say) the cup and sarser to his lips.

Mr Lightwood, I will now name to you, that on behalf of the poor dear boy, me and Mrs Boffin have stood out against the old man times out of number, till he has called us every name he could lay his tongue to.