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From
the
portal
thus
decorated
,
one
Sunday
after
an
early
dinner
of
baked
viands
,
Young
John
issued
forth
on
his
usual
Sunday
errand
;
not
empty
-
handed
,
but
with
his
offering
of
cigars
.
He
was
neatly
attired
in
a
plum
-
coloured
coat
,
with
as
large
a
collar
of
black
velvet
as
his
figure
could
carry
;
a
silken
waistcoat
,
bedecked
with
golden
sprigs
;
a
chaste
neckerchief
much
in
vogue
at
that
day
,
representing
a
preserve
of
lilac
pheasants
on
a
buff
ground
;
pantaloons
so
highly
decorated
with
side
-
stripes
that
each
leg
was
a
three
-
stringed
lute
;
and
a
hat
of
state
very
high
and
hard
.
When
the
prudent
Mrs
Chivery
perceived
that
in
addition
to
these
adornments
her
John
carried
a
pair
of
white
kid
gloves
,
and
a
cane
like
a
little
finger
-
post
,
surmounted
by
an
ivory
hand
marshalling
him
the
way
that
he
should
go
;
and
when
she
saw
him
,
in
this
heavy
marching
order
,
turn
the
corner
to
the
right
;
she
remarked
to
Mr
Chivery
,
who
was
at
home
at
the
time
,
that
she
thought
she
knew
which
way
the
wind
blew
.
The
Collegians
were
entertaining
a
considerable
number
of
visitors
that
Sunday
afternoon
,
and
their
Father
kept
his
room
for
the
purpose
of
receiving
presentations
.
After
making
the
tour
of
the
yard
,
Little
Dorrit
’
s
lover
with
a
hurried
heart
went
up
-
stairs
,
and
knocked
with
his
knuckles
at
the
Father
’
s
door
.
‘
Come
in
,
come
in
!
’
said
a
gracious
voice
.
The
Father
’
s
voice
,
her
father
’
s
,
the
Marshalsea
’
s
father
’
s
.
He
was
seated
in
his
black
velvet
cap
,
with
his
newspaper
,
three
-
and
-
sixpence
accidentally
left
on
the
table
,
and
two
chairs
arranged
.
Everything
prepared
for
holding
his
Court
.
‘
Ah
,
Young
John
!
How
do
you
do
,
how
do
you
do
!
’
‘
Pretty
well
,
I
thank
you
,
sir
.
I
hope
you
are
the
same
.
’
‘
Yes
,
John
Chivery
;
yes
.
Nothing
to
complain
of
.
’
‘
I
have
taken
the
liberty
,
sir
,
of
—
’
‘
Eh
?
’
The
Father
of
the
Marshalsea
always
lifted
up
his
eyebrows
at
this
point
,
and
became
amiably
distraught
and
smilingly
absent
in
mind
.
‘
—
A
few
cigars
,
sir
.
’
‘
Oh
!
’
(
For
the
moment
,
excessively
surprised
.
)
‘
Thank
you
,
Young
John
,
thank
you
.
But
really
,
I
am
afraid
I
am
too
—
No
?
Well
then
,
I
will
say
no
more
about
it
.
Put
them
on
the
mantelshelf
,
if
you
please
,
Young
John
.
And
sit
down
,
sit
down
.
You
are
not
a
stranger
,
John
.
’
