Chapter 47

Chapter 14

MR WEGG PREPARES A GRINDSTONE FOR MR BOFFIN'S NOSE

Having assisted at a few more expositions of the lives of Misers,
Mr Venus became almost indispensable to the evenings at the
Bower. The circumstance of having another listener to the
wonders unfolded by Wegg, or, as it were, another calculator to
cast up the guineas found in teapots, chimneys, racks and mangers,
and other such banks of deposit, seemed greatly to heighten Mr
Boffin's enjoyment; while Silas Wegg, for his part, though of a
jealous temperament which might under ordinary circumstances
have resented the anatomist's getting into favour, was so very
anxious to keep his eye on that gentleman--lest, being too much
left to himself, he should be tempted to play any tricks with the
precious document in his keeping--that he never lost an
opportunity of commending him to Mr Boffin's notice as a third
party whose company was much to be desired. Another friendly
demonstration towards him Mr Wegg now regularly gratified.
After each sitting was over, and the patron had departed, Mr Wegg
invariably saw Mr Venus home. To be sure, he as invariably
requested to be refreshed with a sight of the paper in which he was
a joint proprietor; but he never failed to remark that it was the great
pleasure he derived from Mr Venus's improving society which had
insensibly lured him round to Clerkenwell again, and that, finding
himself once more attracted to the spot by the social powers of Mr
V., he would beg leave to go through that little incidental
procedure, as a matter of form. 'For well I know, sir,' Mr Wegg
would add, 'that a man of your delicate mind would wish to be
checked off whenever the opportunity arises, and it is not for me to
baulk your feelings.'

A certain rustiness in Mr Venus, which never became so
lubricated by the oil of Mr Wegg but that he turned under the
screw in a creaking and stiff manner, was very noticeable at about
this period. While assisting at the literary evenings, he even went
so far, on two or three occasions, as to correct Mr Wegg when he
grossly mispronounced a word, or made nonsense of a passage;
insomuch that Mr Wegg took to surveying his course in the day,
and to making arrangements for getting round rocks at night
instead of running straight upon them. Of the slightest anatomical
reference he became particularly shy, and, if he saw a bone ahead,
would go any distance out of his way rather than mention it by
name.

The adverse destinies ordained that one evening Mr Wegg's
labouring bark became beset by polysyllables, and embarrassed
among a perfect archipelago of hard words. It being necessary to
take soundings every minute, and to feel the way with the greatest
caution, Mr