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Meanwhile
the
marriage
was
appointed
to
be
solemnized
in
eight
weeks
'
time
,
and
Mr.
Bounderby
went
every
evening
to
Stone
Lodge
as
an
accepted
wooer
.
Love
was
made
on
these
occasions
in
the
form
of
bracelets
;
and
,
on
all
occasions
during
the
period
of
betrothal
,
took
a
manufacturing
aspect
.
Dresses
were
made
,
jewellery
was
made
,
cakes
and
gloves
were
made
,
settlements
were
made
,
and
an
extensive
assortment
of
Facts
did
appropriate
honour
to
the
contract
.
The
business
was
all
Fact
,
from
first
to
last
.
The
Hours
did
not
go
through
any
of
those
rosy
performances
,
which
foolish
poets
have
ascribed
to
them
at
such
times
;
neither
did
the
clocks
go
any
faster
,
or
any
slower
,
than
at
other
seasons
.
The
deadly
statistical
recorder
in
the
Gradgrind
observatory
knocked
every
second
on
the
head
as
it
was
born
,
and
buried
it
with
his
accustomed
regularity
.
So
the
day
came
,
as
all
other
days
come
to
people
who
will
only
stick
to
reason
;
and
when
it
came
,
there
were
married
in
the
church
of
the
florid
wooden
legs
--
that
popular
order
of
architecture
--
Josiah
Bounderby
Esquire
of
Coketown
,
to
Louisa
eldest
daughter
of
Thomas
Gradgrind
Esquire
of
Stone
Lodge
,
M.P.
for
that
borough
.
And
when
they
were
united
in
holy
matrimony
,
they
went
home
to
breakfast
at
Stone
Lodge
aforesaid
.
There
was
an
improving
party
assembled
on
the
auspicious
occasion
,
who
knew
what
everything
they
had
to
eat
and
drink
was
made
of
,
and
how
it
was
imported
or
exported
,
and
in
what
quantities
,
and
in
what
bottoms
,
whether
native
or
foreign
,
and
all
about
it
.
The
bridesmaids
,
down
to
little
Jane
Gradgrind
,
were
,
in
an
intellectual
point
of
view
,
fit
helpmates
for
the
calculating
boy
;
and
there
was
no
nonsense
about
any
of
the
company
.
After
breakfast
,
the
bridegroom
addressed
them
in
the
following
terms
:
'
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
I
am
Josiah
Bounderby
of
Coketown
.
Since
you
have
done
my
wife
and
myself
the
honour
of
drinking
our
healths
and
happiness
,
I
suppose
I
must
acknowledge
the
same
;
though
,
as
you
all
know
me
,
and
know
what
I
am
,
and
what
my
extraction
was
,
you
wo
n't
expect
a
speech
from
a
man
who
,
when
he
sees
a
Post
,
says
"
that
's
a
Post
,
"
and
when
he
sees
a
Pump
,
says
"
that
's
a
Pump
,
"
and
is
not
to
be
got
to
call
a
Post
a
Pump
,
or
a
Pump
a
Post
,
or
either
of
them
a
Toothpick
.
If
you
want
a
speech
this
morning
,
my
friend
and
father-in-law
,
Tom
Gradgrind
,
is
a
Member
of
Parliament
,
and
you
know
where
to
get
it
.
I
am
not
your
man
.
However
,
if
I
feel
a
little
independent
when
I
look
around
this
table
to-day
,
and
reflect
how
little
I
thought
of
marrying
Tom
Gradgrind
's
daughter
when
I
was
a
ragged
street-boy
,
who
never
washed
his
face
unless
it
was
at
a
pump
,
and
that
not
oftener
than
once
a
fortnight
,
I
hope
I
may
be
excused
.
So
,
I
hope
you
like
my
feeling
independent
;
if
you
do
n't
,
I
ca
n't
help
it
.
I
do
feel
independent
.
Now
I
have
mentioned
,
and
you
have
mentioned
,
that
I
am
this
day
married
to
Tom
Gradgrind
's
daughter
.
I
am
very
glad
to
be
so
.
It
has
long
been
my
wish
to
be
so
.
I
have
watched
her
bringing-up
,
and
I
believe
she
is
worthy
of
me
.
At
the
same
time
--
not
to
deceive
you
--
I
believe
I
am
worthy
of
her
.
So
,
I
thank
you
,
on
both
our
parts
,
for
the
good-will
you
have
shown
towards
us
;
and
the
best
wish
I
can
give
the
unmarried
part
of
the
present
company
,
is
this
:
I
hope
every
bachelor
may
find
as
good
a
wife
as
I
have
found
.
And
I
hope
every
spinster
may
find
as
good
a
husband
as
my
wife
has
found
.
'
Shortly
after
which
oration
,
as
they
were
going
on
a
nuptial
trip
to
Lyons
,
in
order
that
Mr.
Bounderby
might
take
the
opportunity
of
seeing
how
the
Hands
got
on
in
those
parts
,
and
whether
they
,
too
,
required
to
be
fed
with
gold
spoons
;
the
happy
pair
departed
for
the
railroad
The
bride
,
in
passing
down-stairs
,
dressed
for
her
journey
,
found
Tom
waiting
for
her
--
flushed
,
either
with
his
feelings
,
or
the
vinous
part
of
the
breakfast
.
'
What
a
game
girl
you
are
,
to
be
such
a
first-rate
sister
,
Loo
!
'
whispered
Tom
.
