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Mrs.
Sparsit
's
nerves
being
slow
to
recover
their
tone
,
the
worthy
woman
made
a
stay
of
some
weeks
in
duration
at
Mr.
Bounderby
's
retreat
,
where
,
notwithstanding
her
anchorite
turn
of
mind
based
upon
her
becoming
consciousness
of
her
altered
station
,
she
resigned
herself
with
noble
fortitude
to
lodging
,
as
one
may
say
,
in
clover
,
and
feeding
on
the
fat
of
the
land
.
During
the
whole
term
of
this
recess
from
the
guardianship
of
the
Bank
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
a
pattern
of
consistency
;
continuing
to
take
such
pity
on
Mr.
Bounderby
to
his
face
,
as
is
rarely
taken
on
man
,
and
to
call
his
portrait
a
Noodle
to
its
face
,
with
the
greatest
acrimony
and
contempt
.
Mr.
Bounderby
,
having
got
it
into
his
explosive
composition
that
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
a
highly
superior
woman
to
perceive
that
he
had
that
general
cross
upon
him
in
his
deserts
(
for
he
had
not
yet
settled
what
it
was
)
,
and
further
that
Louisa
would
have
objected
to
her
as
a
frequent
visitor
if
it
had
comported
with
his
greatness
that
she
should
object
to
anything
he
chose
to
do
,
resolved
not
to
lose
sight
of
Mrs.
Sparsit
easily
.
So
when
her
nerves
were
strung
up
to
the
pitch
of
again
consuming
sweetbreads
in
solitude
,
he
said
to
her
at
the
dinner-table
,
on
the
day
before
her
departure
,
'
I
tell
you
what
,
ma'am
;
you
shall
come
down
here
of
a
Saturday
,
while
the
fine
weather
lasts
,
and
stay
till
Monday
.
'
To
which
Mrs.
Sparsit
returned
,
in
effect
,
though
not
of
the
Mahomedan
persuasion
:
'
To
hear
is
to
obey
.
'
Now
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
not
a
poetical
woman
;
but
she
took
an
idea
in
the
nature
of
an
allegorical
fancy
,
into
her
head
.
Much
watching
of
Louisa
,
and
much
consequent
observation
of
her
impenetrable
demeanour
,
which
keenly
whetted
and
sharpened
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
edge
,
must
have
given
her
as
it
were
a
lift
,
in
the
way
of
inspiration
.
She
erected
in
her
mind
a
mighty
Staircase
,
with
a
dark
pit
of
shame
and
ruin
at
the
bottom
;
and
down
those
stairs
,
from
day
to
day
and
hour
to
hour
,
she
saw
Louisa
coming
.
It
became
the
business
of
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
life
,
to
look
up
at
her
staircase
,
and
to
watch
Louisa
coming
down
.
Sometimes
slowly
,
sometimes
quickly
,
sometimes
several
steps
at
one
bout
,
sometimes
stopping
,
never
turning
back
.
If
she
had
once
turned
back
,
it
might
have
been
the
death
of
Mrs.
Sparsit
in
spleen
and
grief
.
She
had
been
descending
steadily
,
to
the
day
,
and
on
the
day
,
when
Mr.
Bounderby
issued
the
weekly
invitation
recorded
above
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
was
in
good
spirits
,
and
inclined
to
be
conversational
.
'
And
pray
,
sir
,
'
said
she
,
'
if
I
may
venture
to
ask
a
question
appertaining
to
any
subject
on
which
you
show
reserve
--
which
is
indeed
hardy
in
me
,
for
I
well
know
you
have
a
reason
for
everything
you
do
--
have
you
received
intelligence
respecting
the
robbery
?
'
'
Why
,
ma'am
,
no
;
not
yet
.
Under
the
circumstances
,
I
did
n't
expect
it
yet
.
Rome
was
n't
built
in
a
day
,
ma'am
.
'
'
Very
true
,
sir
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
shaking
her
head
.
'
Nor
yet
in
a
week
,
ma'am
.
'
