" Warm ! " cried Mr. Boffin. " It's enough to make a man smoking hot. I can't go anywhere without being Patronized. I don't want to be Patronized. If I buy a ticket for a Flower Show, or a Music Show, or any sort of Show, and pay pretty heavy for it, why am I to be Patroned and Patronessed as if the Patrons and Patronesses treated me ? If there's a good thing to be done, can't it be done on its own merits? If there's a bad thing to be done, can it ever be Patroned and Patronessed right ? Yet when a new In stitution's going to be built, it seems to me that the bricks and mortar ain't made of half so much consequence as the Patrons and Patronesses ; no, nor yet the objects. I wish some body would tell me whether other countries get Patronized to anything like the extent of this one! And as to the Patrons and Patronesses themselves, I wonder they're not ashamed of themselves. They ain't Pills, or Hair- Washes, or Invigorating Nervous Essences, to be puffed in that way ! "
Having delivered himself of these remarks, Mr. Boffin took a trot, according to his usual custom, and trotted back to the spot from which he had started.
"As to the letter, Rokesmith," said Mr. Boffin, "you're as right as a trivet. Give her the letter, make her take the letter, put it in her pocket by violence. She might fall sick. -You know you might fall sick," said Mr. Boffin. "Don't deny it, Mrs. Higden, in your obstinacy; you know you might."
Old Betty laughed, and said that she would take the letter and be thankful.
" That's right ! " said Mr. Boffin. " Come ! That's sensible. And don't be thankful to us (for we never thought of it), but to Mr. Rokesmith."
The letter was written, and read to her, and given to her.
"Now, how do you feel?" said Mr. Boffin. "Do you like it?"
"The letter, sir?" said Betty. "Ay, it's a beautiful letter!"
