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It
soon
appeared
that
if
Mrs.
Sparsit
had
a
failing
in
her
association
with
that
domestic
establishment
,
it
was
that
she
was
so
excessively
regardless
of
herself
and
regardful
of
others
,
as
to
be
a
nuisance
.
On
being
shown
her
chamber
,
she
was
so
dreadfully
sensible
of
its
comforts
as
to
suggest
the
inference
that
she
would
have
preferred
to
pass
the
night
on
the
mangle
in
the
laundry
.
True
,
the
Powlers
and
the
Scadgerses
were
accustomed
to
splendour
,
'
but
it
is
my
duty
to
remember
,
'
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
fond
of
observing
with
a
lofty
grace
:
particularly
when
any
of
the
domestics
were
present
,
'
that
what
I
was
,
I
am
no
longer
.
Indeed
,
'
said
she
,
'
if
I
could
altogether
cancel
the
remembrance
that
Mr.
Sparsit
was
a
Powler
,
or
that
I
myself
am
related
to
the
Scadgers
family
;
or
if
I
could
even
revoke
the
fact
,
and
make
myself
a
person
of
common
descent
and
ordinary
connexions
;
I
would
gladly
do
so
.
I
should
think
it
,
under
existing
circumstances
,
right
to
do
so
.
'
The
same
Hermitical
state
of
mind
led
to
her
renunciation
of
made
dishes
and
wines
at
dinner
,
until
fairly
commanded
by
Mr.
Bounderby
to
take
them
;
when
she
said
,
'
Indeed
you
are
very
good
,
sir
;
'
and
departed
from
a
resolution
of
which
she
had
made
rather
formal
and
public
announcement
,
to
'
wait
for
the
simple
mutton
.
'
She
was
likewise
deeply
apologetic
for
wanting
the
salt
;
and
,
feeling
amiably
bound
to
bear
out
Mr.
Bounderby
to
the
fullest
extent
in
the
testimony
he
had
borne
to
her
nerves
,
occasionally
sat
back
in
her
chair
and
silently
wept
;
at
which
periods
a
tear
of
large
dimensions
,
like
a
crystal
ear-ring
,
might
be
observed
(
or
rather
,
must
be
,
for
it
insisted
on
public
notice
)
sliding
down
her
Roman
nose
.
But
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
greatest
point
,
first
and
last
,
was
her
determination
to
pity
Mr.
Bounderby
.
There
were
occasions
when
in
looking
at
him
she
was
involuntarily
moved
to
shake
her
head
,
as
who
would
say
,
'
Alas
,
poor
Yorick
!
'
After
allowing
herself
to
be
betrayed
into
these
evidences
of
emotion
,
she
would
force
a
lambent
brightness
,
and
would
be
fitfully
cheerful
,
and
would
say
,
'
You
have
still
good
spirits
,
sir
,
I
am
thankful
to
find
;
'
and
would
appear
to
hail
it
as
a
blessed
dispensation
that
Mr.
Bounderby
bore
up
as
he
did
.
One
idiosyncrasy
for
which
she
often
apologized
,
she
found
it
excessively
difficult
to
conquer
.
She
had
a
curious
propensity
to
call
Mrs.
Bounderby
'
Miss
Gradgrind
,
'
and
yielded
to
it
some
three
or
four
score
times
in
the
course
of
the
evening
.
Her
repetition
of
this
mistake
covered
Mrs.
Sparsit
with
modest
confusion
;
but
indeed
,
she
said
,
it
seemed
so
natural
to
say
Miss
Gradgrind
:
whereas
,
to
persuade
herself
that
the
young
lady
whom
she
had
had
the
happiness
of
knowing
from
a
child
could
be
really
and
truly
Mrs.
Bounderby
,
she
found
almost
impossible
.
It
was
a
further
singularity
of
this
remarkable
case
,
that
the
more
she
thought
about
it
,
the
more
impossible
it
appeared
;
'
the
differences
,
'
she
observed
,
'
being
such
.
'
In
the
drawing-room
after
dinner
,
Mr.
Bounderby
tried
the
case
of
the
robbery
,
examined
the
witnesses
,
made
notes
of
the
evidence
,
found
the
suspected
persons
guilty
,
and
sentenced
them
to
the
extreme
punishment
of
the
law
.
That
done
,
Bitzer
was
dismissed
to
town
with
instructions
to
recommend
Tom
to
come
home
by
the
mail-train
.
When
candles
were
brought
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
murmured
,
'
Do
n't
be
low
,
sir
.
Pray
let
me
see
you
cheerful
,
sir
,
as
I
used
to
do
.
'
Mr.
Bounderby
,
upon
whom
these
consolations
had
begun
to
produce
the
effect
of
making
him
,
in
a
bull-headed
blundering
way
,
sentimental
,
sighed
like
some
large
sea-animal
.
'
I
can
not
bear
to
see
you
so
,
sir
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
'
Try
a
hand
at
backgammon
,
sir
,
as
you
used
to
do
when
I
had
the
honour
of
living
under
your
roof
.
'
'
I
have
n't
played
backgammon
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
,
'
since
that
time
.
'
'
No
,
sir
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
soothingly
,
'
I
am
aware
that
you
have
not
.
I
remember
that
Miss
Gradgrind
takes
no
interest
in
the
game
.
But
I
shall
be
happy
,
sir
,
if
you
will
condescend
.
'
They
played
near
a
window
,
opening
on
the
garden
.
It
was
a
fine
night
:
not
moonlight
,
but
sultry
and
fragrant
.
Louisa
and
Mr.
Harthouse
strolled
out
into
the
garden
,
where
their
voices
could
be
heard
in
the
stillness
,
though
not
what
they
said
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
from
her
place
at
the
backgammon
board
,
was
constantly
straining
her
eyes
to
pierce
the
shadows
without
.
'
What
's
the
matter
,
ma'am
?
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
;
'
you
do
n't
see
a
Fire
,
do
you
?
'
'
Oh
dear
no
,
sir
,
'
returned
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
'
I
was
thinking
of
the
dew
.
'
'
What
have
you
got
to
do
with
the
dew
,
ma'am
?
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
It
's
not
myself
,
sir
,
'
returned
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
'
I
am
fearful
of
Miss
Gradgrind
's
taking
cold
.
'
'
She
never
takes
cold
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
Really
,
sir
?
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
And
was
affected
with
a
cough
in
her
throat
.
When
the
time
drew
near
for
retiring
,
Mr.
Bounderby
took
a
glass
of
water
.
'
Oh
,
sir
?
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
'
Not
your
sherry
warm
,
with
lemon-peel
and
nutmeg
?
'
'
Why
,
I
have
got
out
of
the
habit
of
taking
it
now
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
.
'
The
more
's
the
pity
,
sir
,
'
returned
Mrs.
Sparsit
;
'
you
are
losing
all
your
good
old
habits
.
Cheer
up
,
sir
!
If
Miss
Gradgrind
will
permit
me
,
I
will
offer
to
make
it
for
you
,
as
I
have
often
done
.
'
