Mr Wegg again replied, with strict adherence to truth, that he didn’t think he had ever had a similar sensation in his head, to anything like the same extent.
‘Physic yourself to-morrow, Wegg,’ said Mr Boffin, ‘to be in order for next night. By-the-by, this neighbourhood is going to have a loss, Wegg.’
‘A loss, sir?’
‘Going to lose the Mounds.’
The friendly movers made such an obvious effort not to look at one another, that they might as well have stared at one another with all their might.
‘Have you parted with them, Mr Boffin?’ asked Silas.
‘Yes; they’re going. Mine’s as good as gone already.’
‘You mean the little one of the three, with the pole atop, sir.’
‘Yes,’ said Mr Boffin, rubbing his ear in his old way, with that new touch of craftiness added to it. ‘It has fetched a penny. It’ll begin to be carted off to-morrow.’
‘Have you been out to take leave of your old friend, sir?’ asked Silas, jocosely.