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‘
Ecod
,
sir
,
’
returned
Young
Barnacle
,
‘
he
said
he
wanted
to
know
,
you
know
!
Pervaded
our
Department
—
without
an
appointment
—
and
said
he
wanted
to
know
!
’
The
stare
of
indignant
wonder
with
which
Young
Barnacle
accompanied
this
disclosure
,
would
have
strained
his
eyes
injuriously
but
for
the
opportune
relief
of
dinner
.
Mr
Meagles
(
who
had
been
extremely
solicitous
to
know
how
his
uncle
and
aunt
were
)
begged
him
to
conduct
Mrs
Meagles
to
the
dining
-
room
.
And
when
he
sat
on
Mrs
Meagles
’
s
right
hand
,
Mr
Meagles
looked
as
gratified
as
if
his
whole
family
were
there
.
All
the
natural
charm
of
the
previous
day
was
gone
.
The
eaters
of
the
dinner
,
like
the
dinner
itself
,
were
lukewarm
,
insipid
,
overdone
—
and
all
owing
to
this
poor
little
dull
Young
Barnacle
.
Conversationless
at
any
time
,
he
was
now
the
victim
of
a
weakness
special
to
the
occasion
,
and
solely
referable
to
Clennam
.
He
was
under
a
pressing
and
continual
necessity
of
looking
at
that
gentleman
,
which
occasioned
his
eye
-
glass
to
get
into
his
soup
,
into
his
wine
-
glass
,
into
Mrs
Meagles
’
s
plate
,
to
hang
down
his
back
like
a
bell
-
rope
,
and
be
several
times
disgracefully
restored
to
his
bosom
by
one
of
the
dingy
men
.
Weakened
in
mind
by
his
frequent
losses
of
this
instrument
,
and
its
determination
not
to
stick
in
his
eye
,
and
more
and
more
enfeebled
in
intellect
every
time
he
looked
at
the
mysterious
Clennam
,
he
applied
spoons
to
his
eyes
,
forks
,
and
other
foreign
matters
connected
with
the
furniture
of
the
dinner
-
table
.
His
discovery
of
these
mistakes
greatly
increased
his
difficulties
,
but
never
released
him
from
the
necessity
of
looking
at
Clennam
.
And
whenever
Clennam
spoke
,
this
ill
-
starred
young
man
was
clearly
seized
with
a
dread
that
he
was
coming
,
by
some
artful
device
,
round
to
that
point
of
wanting
to
know
,
you
know
.
It
may
be
questioned
,
therefore
,
whether
any
one
but
Mr
Meagles
had
much
enjoyment
of
the
time
.
Mr
Meagles
,
however
,
thoroughly
enjoyed
Young
Barnacle
.
As
a
mere
flask
of
the
golden
water
in
the
tale
became
a
full
fountain
when
it
was
poured
out
,
so
Mr
Meagles
seemed
to
feel
that
this
small
spice
of
Barnacle
imparted
to
his
table
the
flavour
of
the
whole
family
-
tree
.
In
its
presence
,
his
frank
,
fine
,
genuine
qualities
paled
;
he
was
not
so
easy
,
he
was
not
so
natural
,
he
was
striving
after
something
that
did
not
belong
to
him
,
he
was
not
himself
.
What
a
strange
peculiarity
on
the
part
of
Mr
Meagles
,
and
where
should
we
find
another
such
case
!
At
last
the
wet
Sunday
wore
itself
out
in
a
wet
night
;
and
Young
Barnacle
went
home
in
a
cab
,
feebly
smoking
;
and
the
objectionable
Gowan
went
away
on
foot
,
accompanied
by
the
objectionable
dog
.
Pet
had
taken
the
most
amiable
pains
all
day
to
be
friendly
with
Clennam
,
but
Clennam
had
been
a
little
reserved
since
breakfast
—
that
is
to
say
,
would
have
been
,
if
he
had
loved
her
.
When
he
had
gone
to
his
own
room
,
and
had
again
thrown
himself
into
the
chair
by
the
fire
,
Mr
Doyce
knocked
at
the
door
,
candle
in
hand
,
to
ask
him
how
and
at
what
hour
he
proposed
returning
on
the
morrow
?
After
settling
this
question
,
he
said
a
word
to
Mr
Doyce
about
this
Gowan
—
who
would
have
run
in
his
head
a
good
deal
,
if
he
had
been
his
rival
.
‘
Those
are
not
good
prospects
for
a
painter
,
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
No
,
’
returned
Doyce
.
Mr
Doyce
stood
,
chamber
-
candlestick
in
hand
,
the
other
hand
in
his
pocket
,
looking
hard
at
the
flame
of
his
candle
,
with
a
certain
quiet
perception
in
his
face
that
they
were
going
to
say
something
more
.
