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Brother
Bellows
was
on
his
way
to
make
his
bow
to
the
bosom
,
and
could
only
tell
them
in
passing
that
he
had
heard
it
stated
,
with
great
appearance
of
truth
,
as
being
worth
,
from
first
to
last
,
half
-
a
-
million
of
money
.
Admiralty
said
Mr
Merdle
was
a
wonderful
man
,
Treasury
said
he
was
a
new
power
in
the
country
,
and
would
be
able
to
buy
up
the
whole
House
of
Commons
.
Bishop
said
he
was
glad
to
think
that
this
wealth
flowed
into
the
coffers
of
a
gentleman
who
was
always
disposed
to
maintain
the
best
interests
of
Society
.
Mr
Merdle
himself
was
usually
late
on
these
occasions
,
as
a
man
still
detained
in
the
clutch
of
giant
enterprises
when
other
men
had
shaken
off
their
dwarfs
for
the
day
.
On
this
occasion
,
he
was
the
last
arrival
.
Treasury
said
Merdle
’
s
work
punished
him
a
little
.
Bishop
said
he
was
glad
to
think
that
this
wealth
flowed
into
the
coffers
of
a
gentleman
who
accepted
it
with
meekness
.
Powder
!
There
was
so
much
Powder
in
waiting
,
that
it
flavoured
the
dinner
.
Pulverous
particles
got
into
the
dishes
,
and
Society
’
s
meats
had
a
seasoning
of
first
-
rate
footmen
.
Mr
Merdle
took
down
a
countess
who
was
secluded
somewhere
in
the
core
of
an
immense
dress
,
to
which
she
was
in
the
proportion
of
the
heart
to
the
overgrown
cabbage
.
If
so
low
a
simile
may
be
admitted
,
the
dress
went
down
the
staircase
like
a
richly
brocaded
Jack
in
the
Green
,
and
nobody
knew
what
sort
of
small
person
carried
it
.
Society
had
everything
it
could
want
,
and
could
not
want
,
for
dinner
.
It
had
everything
to
look
at
,
and
everything
to
eat
,
and
everything
to
drink
.
It
is
to
be
hoped
it
enjoyed
itself
;
for
Mr
Merdle
’
s
own
share
of
the
repast
might
have
been
paid
for
with
eighteenpence
.
Mrs
Merdle
was
magnificent
.
The
chief
butler
was
the
next
magnificent
institution
of
the
day
.
He
was
the
stateliest
man
in
the
company
.
He
did
nothing
,
but
he
looked
on
as
few
other
men
could
have
done
.
He
was
Mr
Merdle
’
s
last
gift
to
Society
.
Mr
Merdle
didn
’
t
want
him
,
and
was
put
out
of
countenance
when
the
great
creature
looked
at
him
;
but
inappeasable
Society
would
have
him
—
and
had
got
him
.
The
invisible
countess
carried
out
the
Green
at
the
usual
stage
of
the
entertainment
,
and
the
file
of
beauty
was
closed
up
by
the
bosom
.
Treasury
said
,
Juno
.
Bishop
said
,
Judith
.
Bar
fell
into
discussion
with
Horse
Guards
concerning
courts
-
martial
.
Brothers
Bellows
and
Bench
struck
in
.
Other
magnates
paired
off
.
Mr
Merdle
sat
silent
,
and
looked
at
the
table
-
cloth
.
Sometimes
a
magnate
addressed
him
,
to
turn
the
stream
of
his
own
particular
discussion
towards
him
;
but
Mr
Merdle
seldom
gave
much
attention
to
it
,
or
did
more
than
rouse
himself
from
his
calculations
and
pass
the
wine
.
When
they
rose
,
so
many
of
the
magnates
had
something
to
say
to
Mr
Merdle
individually
that
he
held
little
levees
by
the
sideboard
,
and
checked
them
off
as
they
went
out
at
the
door
.
Treasury
hoped
he
might
venture
to
congratulate
one
of
England
’
s
world
-
famed
capitalists
and
merchant
-
princes
(
he
had
turned
that
original
sentiment
in
the
house
a
few
times
,
and
it
came
easy
to
him
)
on
a
new
achievement
.
To
extend
the
triumphs
of
such
men
was
to
extend
the
triumphs
and
resources
of
the
nation
;
and
Treasury
felt
—
he
gave
Mr
Merdle
to
understand
—
patriotic
on
the
subject
.
