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A
momentary
silence
that
ensued
was
broken
by
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
who
had
been
sitting
upright
in
a
cataleptic
state
since
her
last
public
remark
.
She
now
underwent
a
violent
twitch
,
calculated
to
produce
a
startling
effect
on
the
nerves
of
the
uninitiated
,
and
with
the
deadliest
animosity
observed
:
‘
You
can
’
t
make
a
head
and
brains
out
of
a
brass
knob
with
nothing
in
it
.
You
couldn
’
t
do
it
when
your
Uncle
George
was
living
;
much
less
when
he
’
s
dead
.
’
Mr
Pancks
was
not
slow
to
reply
,
with
his
usual
calmness
,
‘
Indeed
,
ma
’
am
!
Bless
my
soul
!
I
’
m
surprised
to
hear
it
.
’
Despite
his
presence
of
mind
,
however
,
the
speech
of
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
produced
a
depressing
effect
on
the
little
assembly
;
firstly
,
because
it
was
impossible
to
disguise
that
Clennam
’
s
unoffending
head
was
the
particular
temple
of
reason
depreciated
;
and
secondly
,
because
nobody
ever
knew
on
these
occasions
whose
Uncle
George
was
referred
to
,
or
what
spectral
presence
might
be
invoked
under
that
appellation
.
Therefore
Flora
said
,
though
still
not
without
a
certain
boastfulness
and
triumph
in
her
legacy
,
that
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
was
‘
very
lively
to
-
day
,
and
she
thought
they
had
better
go
.
’
But
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
proved
so
lively
as
to
take
the
suggestion
in
unexpected
dudgeon
and
declare
that
she
would
not
go
;
adding
,
with
several
injurious
expressions
,
that
if
‘
He
’
—
too
evidently
meaning
Clennam
—
wanted
to
get
rid
of
her
,
‘
let
him
chuck
her
out
of
winder
;
’
and
urgently
expressing
her
desire
to
see
‘
Him
’
perform
that
ceremony
.
In
this
dilemma
,
Mr
Pancks
,
whose
resources
appeared
equal
to
any
emergency
in
the
Patriarchal
waters
,
slipped
on
his
hat
,
slipped
out
at
the
counting
-
house
door
,
and
slipped
in
again
a
moment
afterwards
with
an
artificial
freshness
upon
him
,
as
if
he
had
been
in
the
country
for
some
weeks
.
‘
Why
,
bless
my
heart
,
ma
’
am
!
’
said
Mr
Pancks
,
rubbing
up
his
hair
in
great
astonishment
,
‘
is
that
you
?
How
do
you
do
,
ma
’
am
?
You
are
looking
charming
to
-
day
!
I
am
delighted
to
see
you
.
Favour
me
with
your
arm
,
ma
’
am
;
we
’
ll
have
a
little
walk
together
,
you
and
me
,
if
you
’
ll
honour
me
with
your
company
.
’
And
so
escorted
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
down
the
private
staircase
of
the
counting
-
house
with
great
gallantry
and
success
.
The
patriarchal
Mr
Casby
then
rose
with
the
air
of
having
done
it
himself
,
and
blandly
followed
:
leaving
his
daughter
,
as
she
followed
in
her
turn
,
to
remark
to
her
former
lover
in
a
distracted
whisper
(
which
she
very
much
enjoyed
)
,
that
they
had
drained
the
cup
of
life
to
the
dregs
;
and
further
to
hint
mysteriously
that
the
late
Mr
F
.
was
at
the
bottom
of
it
.
Alone
again
,
Clennam
became
a
prey
to
his
old
doubts
in
reference
to
his
mother
and
Little
Dorrit
,
and
revolved
the
old
thoughts
and
suspicions
.
They
were
all
in
his
mind
,
blending
themselves
with
the
duties
he
was
mechanically
discharging
,
when
a
shadow
on
his
papers
caused
him
to
look
up
for
the
cause
.
The
cause
was
Mr
Pancks
.
With
his
hat
thrown
back
upon
his
ears
as
if
his
wiry
prongs
of
hair
had
darted
up
like
springs
and
cast
it
off
,
with
his
jet
-
black
beads
of
eyes
inquisitively
sharp
,
with
the
fingers
of
his
right
hand
in
his
mouth
that
he
might
bite
the
nails
,
and
with
the
fingers
of
his
left
hand
in
reserve
in
his
pocket
for
another
course
,
Mr
Pancks
cast
his
shadow
through
the
glass
upon
the
books
and
papers
.
Mr
Pancks
asked
,
with
a
little
inquiring
twist
of
his
head
,
if
he
might
come
in
again
?
Clennam
replied
with
a
nod
of
his
head
in
the
affirmative
.
Mr
Pancks
worked
his
way
in
,
came
alongside
the
desk
,
made
himself
fast
by
leaning
his
arms
upon
it
,
and
started
conversation
with
a
puff
and
a
snort
.
‘
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
is
appeased
,
I
hope
?
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
All
right
,
sir
,
’
said
Pancks
.
