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Mr.
Bounderby
now
appeared
,
accompanied
by
Mr.
Gradgrind
and
the
whelp
,
with
whom
he
had
been
holding
conference
up-stairs
.
Mr.
Bounderby
looked
more
astonished
than
hospitable
,
at
sight
of
this
uninvited
party
in
his
dining-room
.
'
Why
,
what
's
the
matter
now
!
'
said
he
.
'
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
ma'am
?
'
'
Sir
,
'
explained
that
worthy
woman
,
'
I
trust
it
is
my
good
fortune
to
produce
a
person
you
have
much
desired
to
find
.
Stimulated
by
my
wish
to
relieve
your
mind
,
sir
,
and
connecting
together
such
imperfect
clues
to
the
part
of
the
country
in
which
that
person
might
be
supposed
to
reside
,
as
have
been
afforded
by
the
young
woman
,
Rachael
,
fortunately
now
present
to
identify
,
I
have
had
the
happiness
to
succeed
,
and
to
bring
that
person
with
me
--
I
need
not
say
most
unwillingly
on
her
part
.
It
has
not
been
,
sir
,
without
some
trouble
that
I
have
effected
this
;
but
trouble
in
your
service
is
to
me
a
pleasure
,
and
hunger
,
thirst
,
and
cold
a
real
gratification
.
'
Here
Mrs.
Sparsit
ceased
;
for
Mr.
Bounderby
's
visage
exhibited
an
extraordinary
combination
of
all
possible
colours
and
expressions
of
discomfiture
,
as
old
Mrs.
Pegler
was
disclosed
to
his
view
.
'
Why
,
what
do
you
mean
by
this
?
'
was
his
highly
unexpected
demand
,
in
great
warmth
.
'
I
ask
you
,
what
do
you
mean
by
this
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
ma'am
?
'
'
Sir
!
'
exclaimed
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
faintly
.
'
Why
do
n't
you
mind
your
own
business
,
ma'am
?
'
roared
Bounderby
.
'
How
dare
you
go
and
poke
your
officious
nose
into
my
family
affairs
?
'
This
allusion
to
her
favourite
feature
overpowered
Mrs.
Sparsit
.
She
sat
down
stiffly
in
a
chair
,
as
if
she
were
frozen
;
and
with
a
fixed
stare
at
Mr.
Bounderby
,
slowly
grated
her
mittens
against
one
another
,
as
if
they
were
frozen
too
.
'
My
dear
Josiah
!
'
cried
Mrs.
Pegler
,
trembling
.
'
My
darling
boy
!
I
am
not
to
blame
.
It
's
not
my
fault
,
Josiah
.
I
told
this
lady
over
and
over
again
,
that
I
knew
she
was
doing
what
would
not
be
agreeable
to
you
,
but
she
would
do
it
.
'
'
What
did
you
let
her
bring
you
for
?
Could
n't
you
knock
her
cap
off
,
or
her
tooth
out
,
or
scratch
her
,
or
do
something
or
other
to
her
?
'
asked
Bounderby
.
