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up…stairs　and　wait　for　her？'

'Thank　you。'

Turning　himself　as　slowly　as　he　turned　in　his　mind　whatever　he　heard　or
said；　he　led　the　way　up　the　narrow　stairs。　The　house　was　very　close；　and
had　an　unwholesome　smell。　The　little　staircase　windows　looked　in　at　the
back　windows　of　other　houses　as　unwholesome　as　itself；　with　poles　and
lines　thrust　out　of　them；　on　which　unsightly　linen　hung；　as　if　the
inhabitants　were　angling　for　clothes；　and　had　had　some　wretched　bites
not　worth　attending　to。　In　the　back　garret……a　sickly　room；　with　a
turn…up　bedstead　in　it；　so　hastily　and　recently　turned　up　that　the
blankets　were　boiling　over；　as　it　were；　and　keeping　the　lid　open……a
half…finished　breakfast　of　coffee　and　toast　for　two　persons　was　jumbled
down　anyhow　on　a　rickety　table。

There　was　no　one　there。　The　old　man　mumbling　to　himself；　after　some
consideration；　that　Fanny　had　run　away；　went　to　the　next　room　to　fetch
her　back。　The　visitor；　observing　that　she　held　the　door　on　the　inside；
and　that；　when　the　uncle　tried　to　open　it；　there　was　a　sharp　adjuration
of　'Don't；　stupid！'　and　an　appearance　of　loose　stocking　and　flannel；
concluded　that　the　young　lady　was　in　an　undress。　The　uncle；　without
appearing　to　e　to　any　conclusion；　shuffled　in　again；　sat　down　in　his
chair；　and　began　warming　his　hands　at　the　fire；　not　that　it　was　cold；　or
that　he　had　any　waking　idea　whether　it　was　or　not。

'What　did　you　think　of　my　brother；　sir？'　he　asked；　when　he　by…and…by
discovered　what　he　was　doing；　left　off；　reached　over　to　the
chimney…piece；　and　took　his　clario　case　down。

'I　was　glad；'　said　Arthur；　very　much　at　a　loss；　for　his　thoughts　were
on　the　brother　before　him；　'to　find　him　so　well　and　cheerful。'　'Ha！'
muttered　the　old　man；　'yes；　yes；　yes；　yes；　yes！'

Arthur　wondered　what　he　could　possibly　want　with　the　clario　case。　He
did　not　want　it　at　all。　He　discovered；　in　due　time；　that　it　was　not　the
little　paper　of　snuff　（which　was　also　on　the　chimney…piece）；　put　it　back
again；　took　down　the　snuff　instead；　and　solaced　himself　with　a　pinch。　He
was　as　feeble；　spare；　and　slow　in　his　pinches　as　in　everything　else；　but
a　certain　little　trickling　of　enjoyment　of　them　played　in　the　poor　worn
nerves　about　the　corners　of　his　eyes　and　mouth。

'Amy；　Mr　Clennam。　What　do　you　think　of　her？'

'I　am　much　impressed；　Mr　Dorrit；　by　all　that　I　have　seen　of　her　and
thought　of　her。'

'My　brother　y；'　he　returned。　'We
should　all　have　been　lost　without　Amy。　She　is　a　very　good　girl；　Amy。　She
does　her　duty。'

Arthur　fancied　that　he　heard　in　these　praises　a　certain　tone　of　custom；
which　he　had　heard　from　the　father　last　night　with　an　inward　protest　and
feeling　of　antagonism。　It　was　not　that　they　stinted　her　praises；　or
were　insensible　to　what　she　did　for　them；　but　that　they　were　lazily
habituated　to　her；　as　they　were　to　all　the　rest　of　their　condition。
He　fancied　that　although　they　had　before　them；　every　day；　the　means　of
parison　between　her　and　one　another　and　themselves；　they　regarded　her
as　being　in　her　necessary　place；　as　holding　a　position　towards　them　all
which　belonged　to　her；　like　her　name　or　her　age。　He　fancied　that　they
viewed　her；　not　as　having　risen　away　from　the　prison　atmosphere；　but　as
appertaining　to　it；　as　being　vaguely　what　they　had　a　right　to　expect；
and　nothing　more。

Her　uncle　resumed　his　breakfast；　and　was　munching　toast　sopped　in
coffee；　oblivious　of　his　guest；　when　the　third　bell　rang。　That　was　Amy；
he　said；　and　went　down　to　let　her　in；　leaving　the　visitor　with　as　vivid
a　picture　on　his　mind　of　his　begrimed　hands；　dirt…worn　face；　and　decayed
figure；　as　if　he　were　still　drooping　in　his　chair。

She　came　up　after　him；　in　the　usual　plain　dress；　and　with　the　usual
timid　manner。　Her　lips　were　a　little　parted；　as　if　her　heart　beat　faster
than　usual。

'Mr　Clennam；　Amy；'　said　her　uncle；　'has　been　expecting　you　some　time。'

'I　took　the　liberty　of　sending　you　a　message。'

'I　received　the　message；　sir。'

'Are　you　going　to　my　mother's　this　morning？　I　think　not；　for　it　is　past
your　usual　hour。'　'Not　to…day；　sir。　I　am　not　wanted　to…day。'

'Will　you　allow　Me　to　walk　a　little　way　in　whatever　direction　you　may
be　going？　I　can　then　speak　to　you　as　we　walk；　both　without　detaining　you
here；　and　without　intruding　longer　here　myself。'

She　looked　embarrassed；　but　said；　if　he　pleased。　He　made　a　pretence　of
having　mislaid　his　walking…stick；　to　give　her　time　to　set　the　bedstead
right；　to　answer　her　sister's　impatient　knock　at　the　wall；　and　to　say　a
word　softly　to　her　uncle。　Then　he　found　it；　and　they　went　down…stairs；
she　first；　he　following；　the　uncle　standing　at　the　stair…head；　and
probably　forgetting　them　before　they　had　reached　the　ground　floor。

Mr　Cripples's　pupils；　who　were　by　this　time　ing　to　school；　desisted
from　their　morning　recreation　of　cuffing　one　another　with　bags　and
books；　to　stare　with　all　the　eyes　they　had　at　a　stranger　who　had　been
to　see　Dirty　Dick。　They　bore　the　trying　spectacle　in　silence；　until　the
mysterious　visitor　was　at　a　safe　distance；　when　they　burst　into　pebbles
and　yells；　and　likewise　into　reviling　dances；　and　in　all　respects　buried
the　pipe　of　peace　with　so　many　savage　ceremonies；　that；　if　Mr　Cripples
had　been　the　chief　of　the　Cripplewayboo　tribe　with　his　war…paint　on；
they　could　scarcely　have　done　greater　justice　to　their　education。

In　the　midst　of　this　homage；　Mr　Arthur　Clennam　offered　his　arm　to　Little
Dorrit；　and　Little　Dorrit　took　it。　'Will　you　go　by　the　Iron　Bridge；'
said　he；　'where　there　is　an　escape　from　the　noise　of　the　street？'　Little
Dorrit　answered；　if　he　pleased；　and　presently　ventured　to　hope　that　he
would　'not　mind'　Mr　Cripples's　boys；　for　she　had　herself　received
her　education；　such　as　it　was；　in　Mr　Cripples's　evening　academy。　He
returned；　with　the　best　will　in　the　world；　that　Mr　Cripples's　boys　were
forgiven　out　of　the　bottom　of　his　soul。　Thus　did　Cripples　unconsciously
bee　a　master　of　the　ceremonies　between　them；　and　bring　them　more
naturally　together　than　Beau　Nash　might　have　done　if　they　had　lived
in　his　golden　days；　and　he　had　alighted　from　his　coach　and　six　for　the
purpose。

The　morning　remained　squally；　and　the　streets　were　miserably　muddy；　but
no　rain　fell　as　they　walked　towards　the　Iron　Bridge。　The　little　creature
seemed　so　young　in　his　eyes；　that　there　were　moments　when　he　found
himself　thinking　of　her；　if　not　speaking　to　her；　as　if　she　were　a　child。
Perhaps　he　seemed　as　old　in　her　eyes　as　she　seemed　young　in　his。

'I　am　sorry　to　hear　you　were　so　inconvenienced　last　night；　sir；　as　to　be
locked　in。　It　was　very　unfortunate。'

It　was　nothing；　he　returned。　He　had　had　a　very　good　bed。


'Oh　yes！'　she　said　quickly；　'she　believed　there　were　excellent　beds　at
the　coffee…house。'　He　noticed　that　the　coffee…house　ajestic
hotel　to　her；　and　that　she　treasured　its　reputation。　'I　believe　it　is
very　expensive；'　said　Little　Dorrit；　'but　MY　father　has　told　me　that
quite　beautiful　dinners　may　be　got　there。　And　wine；'　she　added　timidly。
'Were　you　ever　there？'

'Oh　no！　Only　into　the　kitchen　to　fetch　hot　water。'

To　think　of　growing　up　with　a　kind　of　awe　upon　one　as　to　the　luxuries　of
that　superb　establishment；　the　Marshalsea　Hotel！

'I　asked　you　last　night；'　said　Clennam；　'how　you　had　bee　acquainted
with　my　mother。　Did　you　ever　hear　her　name　before　she　sent　for　you？'

'No；　sir。'

'Do　you　think　your　father　ever　did？'

'No；　sir。'

He　met　her　eyes　raised　to　his　with　so　much　wonder　in　them　（she　was
scared　when　the　encounter　took　place；　and　shrunk　away　again）；　that　he
felt　it　necessary　to　say：

'I　have　a　reason　for　asking；　which　I　cannot　very　well　explain；　but　you
must；　on　no　account；　suppose　it　to　be　of　a　nature　to　cause　you　the　least
alarm　or　anxiety。　Quite　the　reverse。　And　you　think　that　at　no　time　of
your　father's　life　was　my　name　of　Clennam　ever　familiar　to　him？'

'No；　sir。'

He　felt；　from　the　tone　in　which　she　spoke；　that　she　was　glancing　up　at
him　with　those　parted　lips；　therefore　he　looked　before　him；　rather　than
make　her　heart　beat　quicker　still　by　embarrassing　her　afresh。

Thus　they　emerged　upon　the　Iron　Bridge；　which　was　as　quiet　after　the
roaring　streets　as　though　it　had　been　open　country。　The　wind　blew
roughly；　the　e　rattling　past　them；　skimming　the　pools　on
the　road　and　pavement；　and　raining　them　down　into　the　river。　The　clouds
raced　on　furiously　in　the　lead…Coloured　sky；　the　smoke　and　mist　raced
after　them；　the　dark　tide　ran　fierce　and　strong　in　the　same　direction。
Little　Dorrit　seemed　the　least；　the　quietest；　and　weakest　of　Heaven's
creatures。

'Let　me　put　you　in　a　coach；'　said　Clennam；　very　nearly　adding　'my　poor
child。'

She　hurriedly　declined；　saying　that　wet　or　dry　made　little　difference　to
her；　she　was　used　to　go　about　in　all　weathers。　He　knew　it　to　be　so；　and
was　touched　with　more　pity；　thinking　of　the　slight　figure　at　his　side；
making　its　nightly　way　through　the　damp　dark　boisterous　streets　to　such
a　place　of　rest。　'You　spoke　so　feelingly　to　me　last　night；　sir；　and
I　found　afterwards　that　you　had　been　so　generous　to　my　father；　that　I
could　not　resist　your　message；　if　it　was　only　to　thank　you；　especially
as　I　wished　very　much　to　say　to　you……'　she　hesitated　and　trembled；　and
tears　rose　in　her　eyes；　but　did　not　fall。

'To　say　to　me……？'

'That　I　hope　you　will　not　misunderstand　my　father。　Don't　judge　him；　sir；
as　you　would　judge　others　outside　the　gates。　He　has　been　there　so　long！
I　never　saw　him　outside；　but　I　can　understand　that　he　must　have　grown
different　in　some　things　since。'

'My　thoughts　will　never　be　unjust　or　harsh　towards　him；　believe　me。'

'Not；'　she　said；　with　a　prouder　air；　as　the　misgiving　evidently　crept
upon　her　that　she　might　seem　to　be　abandoning　him；　'not　that　he　has
anything　to　be　ashamed　of　for　himself；　or　that　I　have　anything　to　be
ashamed　of　for　him。　He　only　requires　to　be　understood。　I　only　ask　for
him　that　his　life　may　be　fairly　remembered。　All　that　he　said　was　quite
true。　It　all　happened　just　as　he　related　it。　He　is　very　much　respected。
Everybody　who　es　in；　is　glad　to　know　him。　He　is　more　courted　than
anyone　else。　He　is　far　more　thought　of　than　the　Marshal　is。'

If　ever　pride　were　innocent；　it　was　innocent　in　Little　Dorrit　when　she
grew　boastful　of　her　father。

'It　is　often　said　that　his　manners　are　a　true　gentleman's；　and　quite
a　study。　I　see　none　like　them　in　that　place；　but　he　is　admitted　to
be　superior　to　all　the　rest。　This　is　quite　as　much　why　they　make　him
presents；　as　because　they　know　him　to　be　needy。　He　is　not　to　be　blamed
for　being　in　need；　poor　love。　Who　could　be　in　prison　a　quarter　of　a
century；　and　be　prosperous！'

What　affection　in　her　words；　what　passion　in　her　repressed　tears；
what　a　great　soul　of　fidelity　within　her；　how　true　the　light　that　shed
false　brightness　round　him！

'If　I　have　found　it　best　to　conceal　where　my　home　is；　it　is　not　because
I　am　ashamed　of　him。　God　forbid！　Nor　am　I　so　much　ashamed　of　the　place
itself　as　might　be　supposed。　People　are　not　bad　because　they　e　there。
I　have　known　numbers　of　good；　persevering；　honest　people　e　there
through　misfortune。　They　are　almost　all　kind…hearted　to　one　another。
And　it　would　be　ungrateful　indeed　in　me；　to　forget　that　I　have　had　many
quiet；　fortable　hours　there；　that　I　had　an　excellent　friend　there
when　I　was　quite　a　baby；　who　was　very　very　fond　of　me；　that　I　have　been
taught　there；　and　have　worked　there；　and　have　slept　soundly　there。　I
think　it　would　be　almost　cowardly　and　cruel　not　to　have　some　little
attachment　for　it；　after　all　this。'

She　had　relieved　the　faithful　fulness　of　her　heart；　and　modestly　said；
raising　her　eyes　appealingly　to　her　new　friend's；　'I　did　not　mean　to　say
so　much；　nor　have　I　ever　but　once　spoken　about　this　before。　But　it　seems
to　set　it　more　right　than　it　was　last　night。　I　said　I　wished　you　had
not　followed　me；　sir。　I　don't　wish　it　so　much　now；　unless　you　should
think……indeed　I　don't　wish　it　at　all；　unless　I　should　have　spoken　so
confusedly；　that……that　you　can　scarcely　understand　me；　which　I　am　afraid
may　be　the　case。'

He　told　her　with　perfect　truth　that　it　was　not　the　case；　and　putting
himself　between　her　and　the　sharp　wind　and　rain；　sheltered　her　as　well
as　he　could。

'I　feel　permitted　now；'　he　said；　'to　ask　you　a　little　more　concerning
your　father。　Has　he　many　creditors？'

'Oh！　a　great　number。'

'I　mean　detaining　creditors；　who　keep　him　where　he　is？'

'Oh　yes！　a　great　number。'

'Can　you　tell　me……I　can　get　the　information；　no　doubt；　elsewhere；　if　you
cannot……who　is　the　most　influential　of　them？'

Little　Dorrit　said；　after　considering　a　little；　that　she　used　to
hear　long　ago　of　Mr　Tite　Barnacle　as　a　man　of　great　power。　He　was　a
missioner；　or　a　board；　or　a　trustee；　'or　something。'　He　lived
in　Grosvenor　Square；　she　thought；　or　very　near　it。　He　was　under
Government……high　in　the　Circumlocution　Office。　She　appeared　to　have
acquired；　in　her　infancy；　some　awful　impression　of　the　might　of　this
formidable　Mr　Tite　Barnacle　of　Grosvenor　Square；　or　very　near　it；　and
the　Circumlocution　Office；　which　quite　crushed　her　when　she　mentioned
him。

'It　can　do　no　harm；'　thought　Arthur；　'if　I　see　this　Mr　Tite　Barnacle。'

The　thought　did　not　present　itself　so　quietly　but　that　her　quickness
intercepted　it。　'Ah！'　said　Little　Dorrit；　shaking　her　head　with　the　mild
despair　of　a　lifetime。　'Many　people　used　to　think　once　of　getting　my
poor　father　out；　but　you　don't　know　how　hopeless　it　is。'

She　forgot　to　be　shy　at　the　moment；　in　honestly　warning　him　away　from
the　sunken　wreck　he　had　a　dream　of　raising；　and　looked　at　him　with
eyes　which　assuredly；　in　association　with　her　patient　face；　her　fragile
figure；　her　spare　dress；　and　the　wind　and　rain；　did　not　turn　him　from
his　purpose　of　helping　her。

'Even　if　it　could　be　done；'　said　she……'and　it　never　can　be　done
now……where　could　father　live；　or　how　could　he　live？　I　have　often　thought
that　if　such　a　change　could　e；　it　might　be　anything　but　a　service　to
him　now。　People　might　not　think　so　well　of　him　outside　as　they　do　there。
He　might　not　be　so　gently　dealt　with　outside　as　he　is　there。　He　might
not　be　so　fit　himself　for　the　life　outside　as　he　is　for　that。'　Here　for
the　first　time　she　could　not　restrain　her　tears　from　falling；　and　the
little　thin　hands　he　had　watched　when　they　were　so　busy；　trembled　as
they　clasped　each　other。

'It　would　be　a　new　distress　to　him　even　to　know　that　I　earn　a　little
money；　and　that　Fanny　earns　a　little　money。　He　is　so　anxious　about　us；
you　see；　feeling　helplessly　shut　up　there。　Such　a　good；　good　father！'

He　let　the　little　burst　of　feeling　go　by　before　he　spoke。　It　was　soon
gone。　She　was　not　accustomed　to　think　of　herself；　or　to　trouble　any　one
with　her　emotions。　He　had　but　glanced　away　at　the　piles　of　city　roofs
and　chimneys　among　which　the　smoke　was　rolling　heavily；　and　at　the
wilderness　of　masts　on　the　river；　and　the　wilderness　of　steeples　on
the　shore；　indistinctly　mixed　together　in　the　stormy　haze；　when　she
was　again　as　quiet　as　if　she　had　been　plying　her　needle　in　his　mother's
room。

'You　would　be　glad　to　have　your　brother　set　at　liberty？'

'Oh　very；　very　glad；　sir！'

'Well；　we　will　hope　for　him　at　least。　You　told　me　last　night　of　a　friend
you　had？'

His　name　was　Plornish；　Little　Dorrit　said。

And　where　di