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‘
No
,
sir
,
certainly
,
’
Young
John
added
with
simplicity
,
‘
I
should
be
very
sorry
if
there
was
.
’
‘
The
sentiment
,
’
said
Mr
Rugg
,
‘
is
what
I
should
have
expected
from
your
known
principles
.
It
would
affect
my
daughter
greatly
,
sir
,
if
she
heard
it
.
As
I
perceive
the
mutton
,
I
am
glad
she
didn
’
t
hear
it
.
Mr
Pancks
,
on
this
occasion
,
pray
face
me
.
My
dear
,
face
Mr
Chivery
.
For
what
we
are
going
to
receive
,
may
we
(
and
Miss
Dorrit
)
be
truly
thankful
!
’
But
for
a
grave
waggishness
in
Mr
Rugg
’
s
manner
of
delivering
this
introduction
to
the
feast
,
it
might
have
appeared
that
Miss
Dorrit
was
expected
to
be
one
of
the
company
.
Pancks
recognised
the
sally
in
his
usual
way
,
and
took
in
his
provender
in
his
usual
way
.
Miss
Rugg
,
perhaps
making
up
some
of
her
arrears
,
likewise
took
very
kindly
to
the
mutton
,
and
it
rapidly
diminished
to
the
bone
.
A
bread
-
and
-
butter
pudding
entirely
disappeared
,
and
a
considerable
amount
of
cheese
and
radishes
vanished
by
the
same
means
.
Then
came
the
dessert
.
Then
also
,
and
before
the
broaching
of
the
rum
and
water
,
came
Mr
Pancks
’
s
note
-
book
.
The
ensuing
business
proceedings
were
brief
but
curious
,
and
rather
in
the
nature
of
a
conspiracy
.
Mr
Pancks
looked
over
his
note
-
book
,
which
was
now
getting
full
,
studiously
;
and
picked
out
little
extracts
,
which
he
wrote
on
separate
slips
of
paper
on
the
table
;
Mr
Rugg
,
in
the
meanwhile
,
looking
at
him
with
close
attention
,
and
Young
John
losing
his
uncollected
eye
in
mists
of
meditation
.
When
Mr
Pancks
,
who
supported
the
character
of
chief
conspirator
,
had
completed
his
extracts
,
he
looked
them
over
,
corrected
them
,
put
up
his
note
-
book
,
and
held
them
like
a
hand
at
cards
.
‘
Now
,
there
’
s
a
churchyard
in
Bedfordshire
,
’
said
Pancks
.
‘
Who
takes
it
?
’
‘
I
’
ll
take
it
,
sir
,
’
returned
Mr
Rugg
,
‘
if
no
one
bids
.
’
Mr
Pancks
dealt
him
his
card
,
and
looked
at
his
hand
again
.
‘
Now
,
there
’
s
an
Enquiry
in
York
,
’
said
Pancks
.
‘
Who
takes
it
?
’
‘
I
’
m
not
good
for
York
,
’
said
Mr
Rugg
.
