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Betaking himself straight homeward, Mr Boffin, without further let or hindrance, arrived at the Bower, and gave Mrs Boffin (in a walking dress of black velvet and feathers, like a mourning coach-horse) an account of all he had said and done since breakfast.
‘This brings us round, my dear,' he then pursued, ‘to the question we left unfinished: namely, whether there's to be any new go-in for Fashion.'