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'
She
keeps
the
bottle
that
he
sent
her
for
,
to
this
hour
;
and
she
will
believe
in
his
affection
to
the
last
moment
of
her
life
,
'
said
Mr.
Gradgrind
.
'
It
theemth
to
prethent
two
thingth
to
a
perthon
,
do
n't
it
,
Thquire
?
'
said
Mr.
Sleary
,
musing
as
he
looked
down
into
the
depths
of
his
brandy
and
water
:
'
one
,
that
there
ith
a
love
in
the
world
,
not
all
Thelf-interetht
after
all
,
but
thomething
very
different
;
t
'
other
,
that
it
hath
a
way
of
its
own
of
calculating
or
not
calculating
,
whith
somehow
or
another
ith
at
leatht
ath
hard
to
give
a
name
to
,
ath
the
wayth
of
the
dogth
ith
!
'
Mr.
Gradgrind
looked
out
of
window
,
and
made
no
reply
.
Mr.
Sleary
emptied
his
glass
and
recalled
the
ladies
.
'
Thethilia
my
dear
,
kith
me
and
good-bye
!
Mith
Thquire
,
to
thee
you
treating
of
her
like
a
thithter
,
and
a
thithter
that
you
trutht
and
honour
with
all
your
heart
and
more
,
ith
a
very
pretty
thight
to
me
.
I
hope
your
brother
may
live
to
be
better
detherving
of
you
,
and
a
greater
comfort
to
you
.
Thquire
,
thake
handth
,
firtht
and
latht
!
Do
n't
be
croth
with
uth
poor
vagabondth
.
People
mutht
be
amuthed
.
They
ca
n't
be
alwayth
a
learning
,
nor
yet
they
ca
n't
be
alwayth
a
working
,
they
a
n't
made
for
it
.
You
mutht
have
uth
,
Thquire
Do
the
withe
thing
and
the
kind
thing
too
,
and
make
the
betht
of
uth
;
not
the
wurtht
!
'
'
And
I
never
thought
before
,
'
said
Mr.
Sleary
,
putting
his
head
in
at
the
door
again
to
say
it
,
'
that
I
wath
tho
muth
of
a
Cackler
!
'
It
is
a
dangerous
thing
to
see
anything
in
the
sphere
of
a
vain
blusterer
,
before
the
vain
blusterer
sees
it
himself
.
Mr.
Bounderby
felt
that
Mrs.
Sparsit
had
audaciously
anticipated
him
,
and
presumed
to
be
wiser
than
he
.
Inappeasably
indignant
with
her
for
her
triumphant
discovery
of
Mrs.
Pegler
,
he
turned
this
presumption
,
on
the
part
of
a
woman
in
her
dependent
position
,
over
and
over
in
his
mind
,
until
it
accumulated
with
turning
like
a
great
snowball
.
At
last
he
made
the
discovery
that
to
discharge
this
highly
connected
female
--
to
have
it
in
his
power
to
say
,
'
She
was
a
woman
of
family
,
and
wanted
to
stick
to
me
,
but
I
would
n't
have
it
,
and
got
rid
of
her
'
--
would
be
to
get
the
utmost
possible
amount
of
crowning
glory
out
of
the
connection
,
and
at
the
same
time
to
punish
Mrs.
Sparsit
according
to
her
deserts
.
Filled
fuller
than
ever
,
with
this
great
idea
,
Mr.
Bounderby
came
in
to
lunch
,
and
sat
himself
down
in
the
dining-room
of
former
days
,
where
his
portrait
was
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
sat
by
the
fire
,
with
her
foot
in
her
cotton
stirrup
,
little
thinking
whither
she
was
posting
.
Since
the
Pegler
affair
,
this
gentlewoman
had
covered
her
pity
for
Mr.
Bounderby
with
a
veil
of
quiet
melancholy
and
contrition
.
In
virtue
thereof
,
it
had
become
her
habit
to
assume
a
woful
look
,
which
woful
look
she
now
bestowed
upon
her
patron
.
'
What
's
the
matter
now
,
ma'am
?
'
said
Mr.
Bounderby
,
in
a
very
short
,
rough
way
.
