Mr Wegg admits that he is bound for that port.

'You ought to be in a good thing, if you've worked yourself in there.
There's lots of money going, there.'

'To think,' says Silas, 'that you should catch it up so quick, and know
about it. Wonderful!'

'Not at all, Mr Wegg. The old gentleman wanted to know the nature and
worth of everything that was found in the dust; and many's the bone, and
feather, and what not, that he's brought to me.'

'Really, now!'

'Yes. (Oh dear me, dear me!) And he's buried quite in this
neighbourhood, you know. Over yonder.'

Mr Wegg does not know, but he makes as if he did, by responsively
nodding his head. He also follows with his eyes, the toss of Venus's
head: as if to seek a direction to over yonder.

'I took an interest in that discovery in the river,' says Venus.
(She hadn't written her cutting refusal at that time.) I've got up
there--never mind, though.'

He had raised the candle at arm's length towards one of the dark
shelves, and Mr Wegg had turned to look, when he broke off.

'The old gentleman was well known all round here. There used to be