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individual　characters　and　histories　upon　which　it　was　turned。

That　Mr　Pancks　should　be　moved　to　invite　any　one　to　dinner　at
Pentonville；　was　an　unprecedented　fact　in　his　calendar。　But　he　invited
Young　John　to　dinner；　and　even　brought　him　within　range　of　the　dangerous
（because　expensive）　fascinations　of　Miss　Rugg。　The　banquet　was　appointed
for　a　Sunday；　and　Miss　Rugg　with　her　own　hands　stuffed　a　leg　of　mutton
with　oysters　on　the　occasion；　and　sent　it　to　the　baker's……not　THE
baker's　but　an　opposition　establishment。　Provision　of　oranges；　apples；
and　nuts　was　also　made。　And　rum　was　brought　home　by　Mr　Pancks　on
Saturday　night；　to　gladden　the　visitor's　heart。　The　store　of　creature
forts　was　not　the　chief　part　of　the　visitor's　reception。　Its　special
feature　was　a　foregone　family　confidence　and　sympathy。　When　Young　John
appeared　at　half…past　one　without　the　ivory　hand　and　waistcoat　of　golden
sprigs；　the　sun　shorn　of　his　beams　by　disastrous　clouds；　Mr　Pancks
presented　him　to　the　yellow…haired　Ruggs　as　the　young　man　he　had　so
often　mentioned　who　loved　Miss　Dorrit。　'I　am　glad；'　said　Mr　Rugg；
challenging　him　specially　in　that　character；　'to　have　the　distinguished
gratification　of　making　your　acquaintance；　sir。　Your　feelings　do　you
honour。　You　are　young；　may　you　never　outlive　your　feelings！　If　I　was
to　outlive　my　own　feelings；　sir；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　who　was　a　man　of　many
words；　and　was　considered　to　possess　a　remarkably　good　address；　'if　I
was　to　outlive　my　own　feelings；　I'd　leave　fifty　pound　in　my　will　to　the
man　who　would　put　me　out　of　existence。'

Miss　Rugg　heaved　a　sigh。

'My　daughter；　sir；'　said　Mr　Rugg。　'Anastatia；　you　are　no　stranger　to　the
state　of　this　young　man's　affections。　My　daughter　has　had　her　trials；
sir'……Mr　Rugg　might　have　used　the　word　more　pointedly　in　the　singular
number……'and　she　can　feel　for　you。'

Young　John；　almost　overwhelmed　by　the　touching　nature　of　this　greeting；
professed　himself　to　that　effect。

'What　I　envy　you；　sir；　is；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　'allow　me　to　take　your　hat……we
are　rather　short　of　pegs……I'll　put　it　in　the　corner；　nobody　will　tread
on　it　there……What　I　envy　you；　sir；　is　the　luxury　of　your　own　feelings。　I
belong　to　a　profession　in　which　that　luxury　is　sometimes　denied　us。'

Young　John　replied；　with　acknowledgments；　that　he　only　hoped　he　did　what
was　right；　and　what　showed　how　entirely　he　was　devoted　to　Miss　Dorrit。
He　wished　to　be　unselfish；　and　he　hoped　he　was。　He　wished　to　do　anything
as　laid　in　his　power　to　serve　Miss　Dorrit；　altogether　putting　himself
out　of　sight；　and　he　hoped　he　did。　It　was　but　little　that　he　could　do；
but　he　hoped　he　did　it。

'Sir；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　taking　him　by　the　hand；　'you　are　a　young　man　that
it　does　one　good　to　e　across。　You　are　a　young　man　that　I　should
like　to　put　in　the　witness…box；　to　humanise　the　minds　of　the　legal
profession。　I　hope　you　have　brought　your　appetite　with　you；　and　intend
to　play　a　good　knife　and　fork？'

'Thank　you；　sir；'　returned　Young　John；　'I　don't　eat　much　at　present。'

Mr　Rugg　drew　him　a　little　apart。　'My　daughter's　case；　sir；'　said　he；　'at
the　time　when；　in　vindication　of　her　outraged　feelings　and　her　sex；　she
became　the　plaintiff　in　Rugg　and　Bawkins。　I　suppose　I　could　have　put　it
in　evidence；　Mr　Chivery；　if　I　had　thought　it　worth　my　while；　that　the
amount　of　solid　sustenance　my　daughter　consumed　at　that　period　did　not
exceed　ten　ounces　per　week。'　'I　think　I　go　a　little　beyond　that；　sir；'
returned　the　other；　hesitating；　as　if　he　confessed　it　with　some　shame。

'But　in　your　case　there's　no　fiend　in　human　form；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　with
argumentative　smile　and　action　of　hand。　'Observe；　Mr　Chivery！

No　fiend　in　human　form！'　'No；　sir；　certainly；'　Young　John　added　with
simplicity；　'I　should　be　very　sorry　if　there　was。'

'The　sentiment；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　'is　what　I　should　have　expected　from　your
known　principles。　It　would　affect　my　daughter　greatly；　sir；　if　she　heard
it。　As　I　perceive　the　mutton；　I　am　glad　she　didn't　hear　it。　Mr　Pancks；
on　this　occasion；　pray　face　me。　My　dear；　face　Mr　Chivery。　For　what　we
are　going　to　receive；　may　we　（and　Miss　Dorrit）　be　truly　thankful！'

But　for　a　grave　waggishness　in　Mr　Rugg's　manner　of　delivering　this
introduction　to　the　feast；　it　might　have　appeared　that　Miss　Dorrit　was
expected　to　be　one　of　the　pany。　Pancks　recognised　the　sally　in
his　usual　way；　and　took　in　his　provender　in　his　usual　way。　Miss　Rugg；
perhaps　making　up　some　of　her　arrears；　likewise　took　very　kindly　to
the　mutton；　and　it　rapidly　diminished　to　the　bone。　A　bread…and…butter
pudding　entirely　disappeared；　and　a　considerable　amount　of　cheese　and
radishes　vanished　by　the　same　means。　Then　came　the　dessert。

Then　also；　and　before　the　broaching　of　the　rum　and　water；　came　Mr
Pancks's　note…book。　The　ensuing　business　proceedings　were　brief　but
curious；　and　rather　in　the　nature　of　a　conspiracy。　Mr　Pancks　looked　over
his　note…book；　which　was　now　getting　full；　studiously；　and　picked　out
little　extracts；　which　he　wrote　on　separate　slips　of　paper　on　the　table；
Mr　Rugg；　in　the　meanwhile；　looking　at　him　with　close　attention；　and
Young　John　losing　his　uncollected　eye　in　mists　of　meditation。　When　Mr
Pancks；　who　supported　the　character　of　chief　conspirator；　had　pleted
his　extracts；　he　looked　them　over；　corrected　them；　put　up　his　note…book；
and　held　them　like　a　hand　at　cards。

'Now；　there's　a　churchyard　in　Bedfordshire；'　said　Pancks。　'Who　takes
it？'

'I'll　take　it；　sir；'　returned　Mr　Rugg；　'if　no　one　bids。'

Mr　Pancks　dealt　him　his　card；　and　looked　at　his　hand　again。

'Now；　there's　an　Enquiry　in　York；'　said　Pancks。　'Who　takes　it？'

'I'm　not　good　for　York；'　said　Mr　Rugg。

'Then　perhaps；'　pursued　Pancks；　'you'll　be　so　obliging；　John　Chivery？'
Young　John　assenting；　Pancks　dealt　him　his　card；　and　consulted　his　hand
again。

'There's　a　Church　in　London；　I　may　as　well　take　that。　And　a　Family
Bible；　I　may　as　well　take　that；　too。　That's　two　to　me。　Two　to　me；'
repeated　Pancks；　breathing　hard　over　his　cards。　'Here's　a　Clerk　at
Durham　for　you；　John；　and　an　old　seafaring　gentleman　at　Dunstable　for
you；　Mr　Rugg。　Two　to　me；　was　it？　Yes；　two　to　me。　Here's　a　Stone；　three
to　me。　And　a　Still…born　Baby；　four　to　me。　And　all；　for　the　present；
told。'　When　he　had　thus　disposed　of　his　cards；　all　being　done　very
quietly　and　in　a　suppressed　tone；　Mr　Pancks　puffed　his　way　into　his　own
breast…pocket　and　tugged　out　a　canvas　bag；　from　which；　with　a　sparing
hand；　he　told　forth　money　for　travelling　expenses　in　two　little
portions。　'Cash　goes　out　fast；'　he　said　anxiously；　as　he　pushed　a
portion　to　each　of　his　male　panions；　'very　fast。'

'I　can　only　assure　you；　Mr　Pancks；'　said　Young　John；　'that　I　deeply
regret　my　circumstances　being　such　that　I　can't　afford　to　pay　my　own
charges；　or　that　it's　not　advisable　to　allow　me　the　time　necessary　for
my　doing　the　distances　on　foot；　because　nothing　would　give　me　greater
satisfaction　than　to　walk　myself　off　my　legs　without　fee　or　reward。'

This　young　man's　disinterestedness　appeared　so　very　ludicrous　in
the　eyes　of　Miss　Rugg；　that　she　was　obliged　to　effect　a　precipitate
retirement　from　the　pany；　and　to　sit　upon　the　stairs　until　she　had
had　her　laugh　out。　Meanwhile　Mr　Pancks；　looking；　not　without　some　pity；
at　Young　John；　slowly　and　thoughtfully　twisted　up　his　canvas　bag　as　if
he　were　wringing　its　neck。　The　lady；　returning　as　he　restored　it　to　his
pocket；　mixed　rum　and　water　for　the　party；　not　forgetting　her　fair　self；
and　handed　to　every　one　his　glass。　When　all　were　supplied；　Mr　Rugg　rose；
and　silently　holding　out　his　glass　at　arm's　length　above　the　centre　of
the　table；　by　that　gesture　invited　the　other　three　to　add　theirs；　and　to
unite　in　a　general　conspiratorial　clink。　The　ceremony　was　effective　up
to　a　certain　point；　and　would　have　been　wholly　so　throughout；　if　Miss
Rugg；　as　she　raised　her　glass　to　her　lips　in　pletion　of　it；　had　not
happened　to　look　at　Young　John；　when　she　was　again　so　overe　by　the
contemptible　icality　of　his　disinterestedness　as　to　splutter　some
ambrosial　drops　of　rum　and　water　around；　and　withdraw　in　confusion。

Such　was　the　dinner　without　precedent；　given　by　Pancks　at　Pentonville；
and　such　was　the　busy　and　strange　life　Pancks　led。　The　only　waking
moments　at　which　he　appeared　to　relax　from　his　cares；　and　to　recreate
himself　by　going　anywhere　or　saying　anything　without　a　pervading　object；
were　when　he　showed　a　dawning　interest　in　the　lame　foreigner　with　the
stick；　down　Bleeding　Heart　Yard。

The　foreigner；　by　name　John　Baptist　Cavalletto……they　called　him　Mr
Baptist　in　the　Yard……was　such　a　chirping；　easy；　hopeful　little　fellow；
that　his　attraction　for　Pancks　was　probably　in　the　force　of　contrast。
Solitary；　ost　necessary　words
of　the　only　language　in　which　he　could　municate　with　the　people　about
him；　he　went　with　the　stream　of　his　fortunes；　in　a　brisk　way　that　was
new　in　those　parts。　With　little　to　eat；　and　less　to　drink；　and　nothing
to　wear　but　what　he　wore　upon　him；　or　had　brought　tied　up　in　one　of　the
smallest　bundles　that　ever　were　seen；　he　put　as　bright　a　face　upon　it　as
if　he　were　in　the　most　flourishing　circumstances　when　he　first　hobbled
up　and　down　the　Yard；　humbly　propitiating　the　general　good…will　with　his
white　teeth。

It　was　uphill　work　for　a　foreigner；　lame　or　sound；　to　make　his　way　with
the　Bleeding　Hearts。　In　the　first　place；　they　were　vaguely　persuaded
that　every　foreigner　had　a　knife　about　him；　in　the　second；　they　held　it
to　be　a　sound　constitutional　national　axiom　that　he　ought　to　go　home　to
his　own　country。　They　never　thought　of　inquiring　how　many　of　their　own
countrymen　would　be　returned　upon　their　hands　from　divers　parts　of　the
world；　if　the　principle　were　generally　recognised；　they　considered　it
particularly　and　peculiarly　British。　In　the　third　place；　they　had　a
notion　that　it　was　a　sort　of　Divine　visitation　upon　a　foreigner　that　he
was　not　an　Englishman；　and　that　all　kinds　of　calamities　happened　to
his　country　because　it　did　things　that　England　did　not；　and　did　not　do
things　that　England　did。　In　this　belief；　to　be　sure；　they　had　long　been
carefully　trained　by　the　Barnacles　and　Stiltstalkings；　who　were　always
proclaiming　to　them；　officially；　that　no　country　which　failed　to　submit
itself　to　those　two　large　families　could　possibly　hope　to　be　under　the
protection　of　Providence；　and　who；　when　they　believed　it；　disparaged
them　in　private　as　the　most　prejudiced　people　under　the　sun。

This；　therefore；　might　be　called　a　political　position　of　the　Bleeding
Hearts；　but　they　entertained　other　objections　to　having　foreigners
in　the　Yard。　They　believed　that　foreigners　were　always　badly　off；　and
though　they　were　as　ill　off　themselves　as　they　could　desire　to　be；
that　did　not　diminish　the　force　of　the　objection。　They　believed　that
foreigners　were　dragooned　and　bayoed；　and　though　they　certainly　got
their　own　skulls　promptly　fractured　if　they　showed　any　ill…humour；　still
it　was　with　a　blunt　instrument；　and　that　didn't　count。　They　believed
that　foreigners　were　always　immoral；　and　though　they　had　an　occasional
assize　at　home；　and　now　and　then　a　divorce　case　or　so；　that　had　nothing
to　do　with　it。　They　believed　that　foreigners　had　no　independent　spirit；
as　never　being　escorted　to　the　poll　in　droves　by　Lord　Decimus　Tite
Barnacle；　with　colours　flying　and　the　tune　of　Rule　Britannia　playing。
Not　to　be　tedious；　they　had　many　other　beliefs　of　a　similar　kind。

Against　these　obstacles；　the　lame　foreigner　with　the　stick　had　to　make
head　as　well　as　he　could；　not　absolutely　single…handed；　because　Mr
Arthur　Clennam　had　remended　him　to　the　Plornishes　（he　lived　at　the
top　of　the　same　house）；　but　still　at　heavy　odds。　However；　the　Bleeding
Hearts　were　kind　hearts；　and　when　they　saw　the　little　fellow　cheerily
limping　about　with　a　good…humoured　face；　doing　no　harm；　drawing　no
knives；　mitting　no　outrageous　immoralities；　living　chiefly　on
farinaceous　and　milk　diet；　and　playing　with　Mrs　Plornish's　children　of
an　evening；　they　began　to　think　that　although　he　could　never　hope　to　be
an　Englishman；　still　it　would　be　hard　to　visit　that　affliction　on　his
head。　They　began　to　acmodate　themselves　to　his　level；　calling　him　'Mr
Baptist；'　but　treating　him　like　a　baby；　and　laughing　immoderately　at　his
lively　gestures　and　his　childish　English……more；　because　he　didn't　mind
it；　and　laughed　too。　They　spoke　to　him　in　very　loud　voices　as　if　he
were　stone　deaf。　They　constructed　sentences；　by　way　of　teaching　him　the
language　in　its　purity；　such　as　were　addressed　by　the　savages　to　Captain
Cook；　or　by　Friday　to　Robinson　Crusoe。　Mrs　Plornish　was　particularly
ingenious　in　this　art；　and　attained　so　much　celebrity　for　saying　'Me　ope
you　leg　well　soon；'　that　it　was　considered　in　the　Yard　but　a　very　short
remove　indeed　from　speaking　Italian。　Even　Mrs　Plornish　herself　began　to
think　that　she　had　a　natural　call　towards　that　language。　As　he　became
more　popular；　household　objects　were　brought　into　requisition　for　his
instruction　in　a　copious　vocabulary；　and　whenever　he　appeared　in　the
Yard　ladies　would　fly　out　at　their　doors　crying　'Mr　Baptist……tea…pot！'
'Mr　Baptist……dust…pan！'　'Mr　Baptist……flour…dredger！'　'Mr
Baptist……coffee…biggin！'　At　the　same　time　exhibiting　those　articles；
and　perating　him　with　a　sense　of　the　appalling　difficulties　of　the
Anglo…Saxon　tongue。

It　was　in　this　stage　of　his　progress；　and　in　about　the　third　week　of　his
occupation；　that　Mr　Pancks's　fancy　became　attracted　by　the　little　man。
Mounting　to　his　attic；　attended　by　Mrs　Plornish　as　interpreter；　he　found
Mr　Baptist　with　no　furniture　but　his　bed　on　the　ground；　a　table；　and　a
chair；　carving　with　the　aid　of　a　few　simple　tools；　in　the　blithest　way
possible。

'Now；　old　chap；'　said　Mr　Pancks；　'pay　up！'

He　had　his　money　ready；　folded　in　a　scrap　of　paper；　and　laughingly
handed　it　in；　then　with　a　free　action；　threw　out　as　many　fingers　of　his
right　hand　as　there　were　shillings；　and　made　a　cut　crosswise　in　the　air
for　an　odd　sixpence。

'Oh！'　said　Mr　Pancks；　watching　him；　wonderingly。　'That's　it；　is　it？
You're　a　quick　customer。　It's　all　right。　I　didn't　expect　to　receive　it；
though。'

Mrs　Plornish　here　interposed　with　great　condescension；　and　explained　to
Mr　Baptist。　'E　please。　E　glad　get　money。'

The　little　man　smiled　and　nodded。　His　bright　face　seemed　unmonly
attractive　to　Mr　Pancks。　'How's　he　getting　on　in　his　limb？'　he　asked　Mrs
Plornish。

'Oh；　he's　a　deal　better；　sir；'　said　Mrs　Plornish。　'We　expect　next　week
he'll　be　able　to　leave　off　his　stick　entirely。'　（The　opportunity
being　too　favourable　to　be　lost；　Mrs　Plornish　displayed　her　great
acplishment　by　explaining　with　pardonable　pride　to　Mr　Baptist；　'E　ope
you　leg　well　soon。'）

'He's　a　merry　fellow；　too；'　said　Mr　Pancks；　admiring　him　as　if　he　were　a
mechanical　toy。　'How　does　he　live？'

'Why；　sir；'　rejoined　Mrs　Plornish；　'he　turns　out　to　have　quite　a　power
of　carving　them　flowers　that　you　see　him　at　now。'　（Mr　Baptist；　watching
their　faces　as　they　spoke；　held　up　his　work。　Mrs　Plornish　interpreted　in
her　Italian　manner；　on　behalf　of　Mr　Pancks；　'E　please。　Double　good！'）

'Can　he　live　by　that？'　asked　Mr　Pancks。　'He　can　live　on　very　little；
sir；　and　it　is　expected　as　he　will　be　able；　in　time；　to　make　a　very　good
living。　Mr　Clennam　got　it　him　to　do；　and　gives　him　odd　jobs　besides　in
at　th