"Principally rags and rubbish, my dear friend! Rags and rubbish! Me and Bart and my granddaughter Judy are endeavouring to make out an inventory of what's worth anything to sell. But we haven't come to much as yet; we--haven't--come--to--hah!"
Mr. Smallweed has run down again, while Mr. Weevle's eye, attended by Mr. Guppy's eye, has again gone round the room and come back.
"Well, sir," says Mr. Weevle. "We won't intrude any longer if you'll allow us to go upstairs."
"Anywhere, my dear sir, anywhere! You're at home. Make yourself so, pray!"

"Rags and rubbish, my dear friend! Rags and rubbish! We are trying to make out an inventory of what's worth anything to sell. But we haven't come to much as yet!"
Mr. Weevle's eye has again gone round the room and come back. "Well, sir," says Mr. Weevle. "We won't intrude any longer if you'll allow us to go upstairs."
"Anywhere, my dear sir, anywhere!"
