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'
Mrs.
Bounderby
,
'
he
resumed
,
in
a
lighter
manner
,
and
yet
with
a
show
of
effort
in
assuming
it
,
which
was
even
more
expressive
than
the
manner
he
dismissed
;
'
it
is
no
irrevocable
offence
in
a
young
fellow
of
your
brother
's
years
,
if
he
is
heedless
,
inconsiderate
,
and
expensive
--
a
little
dissipated
,
in
the
common
phrase
.
Is
he
?
'
'
Yes
.
'
'
Allow
me
to
be
frank
.
Do
you
think
he
games
at
all
?
'
'
I
think
he
makes
bets
.
'
Mr.
Harthouse
waiting
,
as
if
that
were
not
her
whole
answer
,
she
added
,
'
I
know
he
does
.
'
'
Of
course
he
loses
?
'
'
Yes
.
'
'
Everybody
does
lose
who
bets
.
May
I
hint
at
the
probability
of
your
sometimes
supplying
him
with
money
for
these
purposes
?
'
She
sat
,
looking
down
;
but
,
at
this
question
,
raised
her
eyes
searchingly
and
a
little
resentfully
.
'
Acquit
me
of
impertinent
curiosity
,
my
dear
Mrs.
Bounderby
.
I
think
Tom
may
be
gradually
falling
into
trouble
,
and
I
wish
to
stretch
out
a
helping
hand
to
him
from
the
depths
of
my
wicked
experience
.
--
Shall
I
say
again
,
for
his
sake
?
Is
that
necessary
?
'
She
seemed
to
try
to
answer
,
but
nothing
came
of
it
.
