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‘
I
have
been
much
agitated
,
and
am
fatigued
.
’
‘
Is
anything
the
matter
,
sir
?
—
Mr
.
James
?
—
—
’
‘
Hush
!
’
said
I
.
‘
Yes
,
something
has
happened
,
that
I
have
to
break
to
Mrs
.
Steerforth
.
She
is
at
home
?
’
The
girl
anxiously
replied
that
her
mistress
was
very
seldom
out
now
,
even
in
a
carriage
;
that
she
kept
her
room
;
that
she
saw
no
company
,
but
would
see
me
.
Her
mistress
was
up
,
she
said
,
and
Miss
Dartle
was
with
her
.
What
message
should
she
take
upstairs
?
Giving
her
a
strict
charge
to
be
careful
of
her
manner
,
and
only
to
carry
in
my
card
and
say
I
waited
,
I
sat
down
in
the
drawing
-
room
(
which
we
had
now
reached
)
until
she
should
come
back
.
Its
former
pleasant
air
of
occupation
was
gone
,
and
the
shutters
were
half
closed
.
The
harp
had
not
been
used
for
many
and
many
a
day
.
His
picture
,
as
a
boy
,
was
there
.
The
cabinet
in
which
his
mother
had
kept
his
letters
was
there
.
I
wondered
if
she
ever
read
them
now
;
if
she
would
ever
read
them
more
!
The
house
was
so
still
that
I
heard
the
girl
’
s
light
step
upstairs
.
On
her
return
,
she
brought
a
message
,
to
the
effect
that
Mrs
.
Steerforth
was
an
invalid
and
could
not
come
down
;
but
that
if
I
would
excuse
her
being
in
her
chamber
,
she
would
be
glad
to
see
me
.
In
a
few
moments
I
stood
before
her
.
She
was
in
his
room
;
not
in
her
own
.
I
felt
,
of
course
,
that
she
had
taken
to
occupy
it
,
in
remembrance
of
him
;
and
that
the
many
tokens
of
his
old
sports
and
accomplishments
,
by
which
she
was
surrounded
,
remained
there
,
just
as
he
had
left
them
,
for
the
same
reason
.
She
murmured
,
however
,
even
in
her
reception
of
me
,
that
she
was
out
of
her
own
chamber
because
its
aspect
was
unsuited
to
her
infirmity
;
and
with
her
stately
look
repelled
the
least
suspicion
of
the
truth
.
At
her
chair
,
as
usual
,
was
Rosa
Dartle
.
From
the
first
moment
of
her
dark
eyes
resting
on
me
,
I
saw
she
knew
I
was
the
bearer
of
evil
tidings
.
The
scar
sprung
into
view
that
instant
.
She
withdrew
herself
a
step
behind
the
chair
,
to
keep
her
own
face
out
of
Mrs
.
Steerforth
’
s
observation
;
and
scrutinized
me
with
a
piercing
gaze
that
never
faltered
,
never
shrunk
.
‘
I
am
sorry
to
observe
you
are
in
mourning
,
sir
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
.
