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'
A
singular
world
,
I
would
say
,
sir
,
'
pursued
Mrs.
Sparsit
;
after
acknowledging
the
compliment
with
a
drooping
of
her
dark
eyebrows
,
not
altogether
so
mild
in
its
expression
as
her
voice
was
in
its
dulcet
tones
;
'
as
regards
the
intimacies
we
form
at
one
time
,
with
individuals
we
were
quite
ignorant
of
,
at
another
.
I
recall
,
sir
,
that
on
that
occasion
you
went
so
far
as
to
say
you
were
actually
apprehensive
of
Miss
Gradgrind
.
'
'
Your
memory
does
me
more
honour
than
my
insignificance
deserves
.
I
availed
myself
of
your
obliging
hints
to
correct
my
timidity
,
and
it
is
unnecessary
to
add
that
they
were
perfectly
accurate
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
talent
for
--
in
fact
for
anything
requiring
accuracy
--
with
a
combination
of
strength
of
mind
--
and
Family
--
is
too
habitually
developed
to
admit
of
any
question
.
'
He
was
almost
falling
asleep
over
this
compliment
;
it
took
him
so
long
to
get
through
,
and
his
mind
wandered
so
much
in
the
course
of
its
execution
.
'
You
found
Miss
Gradgrind
--
I
really
can
not
call
her
Mrs.
Bounderby
;
it
's
very
absurd
of
me
--
as
youthful
as
I
described
her
?
'
asked
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
sweetly
.
'
You
drew
her
portrait
perfectly
,
'
said
Mr.
Harthouse
.
'
Presented
her
dead
image
.
'
'
Very
engaging
,
sir
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
causing
her
mittens
slowly
to
revolve
over
one
another
.
'
Highly
so
.
'
'
It
used
to
be
considered
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
'
that
Miss
Gradgrind
was
wanting
in
animation
,
but
I
confess
she
appears
to
me
considerably
and
strikingly
improved
in
that
respect
.
Ay
,
and
indeed
here
is
Mr.
Bounderby
!
'
cried
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
nodding
her
head
a
great
many
times
,
as
if
she
had
been
talking
and
thinking
of
no
one
else
.
'
How
do
you
find
yourself
this
morning
,
sir
?
Pray
let
us
see
you
cheerful
,
sir
.
'
Now
,
these
persistent
assuagements
of
his
misery
,
and
lightenings
of
his
load
,
had
by
this
time
begun
to
have
the
effect
of
making
Mr.
Bounderby
softer
than
usual
towards
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
and
harder
than
usual
to
most
other
people
from
his
wife
downward
.
So
,
when
Mrs.
Sparsit
said
with
forced
lightness
of
heart
,
'
You
want
your
breakfast
,
sir
,
but
I
dare
say
Miss
Gradgrind
will
soon
be
here
to
preside
at
the
table
,
'
Mr.
Bounderby
replied
,
'
If
I
waited
to
be
taken
care
of
by
my
wife
,
ma'am
,
I
believe
you
know
pretty
well
I
should
wait
till
Doomsday
,
so
I
'll
trouble
you
to
take
charge
of
the
teapot
.
'
Mrs.
Sparsit
complied
,
and
assumed
her
old
position
at
table
.
