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‘
And
after
all
,
’
cried
Gowan
,
with
that
characteristic
balancing
of
his
which
reduced
everything
in
the
wide
world
to
the
same
light
weight
,
‘
though
I
can
’
t
deny
that
the
Circumlocution
Office
may
ultimately
shipwreck
everybody
and
everything
,
still
,
that
will
probably
not
be
in
our
time
—
and
it
’
s
a
school
for
gentlemen
.
’
‘
It
’
s
a
very
dangerous
,
unsatisfactory
,
and
expensive
school
to
the
people
who
pay
to
keep
the
pupils
there
,
I
am
afraid
,
’
said
Clennam
,
shaking
his
head
.
‘
Ah
!
You
are
a
terrible
fellow
,
’
returned
Gowan
,
airily
.
‘
I
can
understand
how
you
have
frightened
that
little
donkey
,
Clarence
,
the
most
estimable
of
moon
-
calves
(
I
really
love
him
)
nearly
out
of
his
wits
.
But
enough
of
him
,
and
of
all
the
rest
of
them
.
I
want
to
present
you
to
my
mother
,
Mr
Clennam
.
Pray
do
me
the
favour
to
give
me
the
opportunity
.
’
In
nobody
’
s
state
of
mind
,
there
was
nothing
Clennam
would
have
desired
less
,
or
would
have
been
more
at
a
loss
how
to
avoid
.
‘
My
mother
lives
in
a
most
primitive
manner
down
in
that
dreary
red
-
brick
dungeon
at
Hampton
Court
,
’
said
Gowan
.
‘
If
you
would
make
your
own
appointment
,
suggest
your
own
day
for
permitting
me
to
take
you
there
to
dinner
,
you
would
be
bored
and
she
would
be
charmed
.
Really
that
’
s
the
state
of
the
case
.
’
What
could
Clennam
say
after
this
?
His
retiring
character
included
a
great
deal
that
was
simple
in
the
best
sense
,
because
unpractised
and
unused
;
and
in
his
simplicity
and
modesty
,
he
could
only
say
that
he
was
happy
to
place
himself
at
Mr
Gowan
’
s
disposal
.
Accordingly
he
said
it
,
and
the
day
was
fixed
.
And
a
dreaded
day
it
was
on
his
part
,
and
a
very
unwelcome
day
when
it
came
and
they
went
down
to
Hampton
Court
together
.
The
venerable
inhabitants
of
that
venerable
pile
seemed
,
in
those
times
,
to
be
encamped
there
like
a
sort
of
civilised
gipsies
.
There
was
a
temporary
air
about
their
establishments
,
as
if
they
were
going
away
the
moment
they
could
get
anything
better
;
there
was
also
a
dissatisfied
air
about
themselves
,
as
if
they
took
it
very
ill
that
they
had
not
already
got
something
much
better
.
Genteel
blinds
and
makeshifts
were
more
or
less
observable
as
soon
as
their
doors
were
opened
;
screens
not
half
high
enough
,
which
made
dining
-
rooms
out
of
arched
passages
,
and
warded
off
obscure
corners
where
footboys
slept
at
nights
with
their
heads
among
the
knives
and
forks
;
curtains
which
called
upon
you
to
believe
that
they
didn
’
t
hide
anything
;
panes
of
glass
which
requested
you
not
to
see
them
;
many
objects
of
various
forms
,
feigning
to
have
no
connection
with
their
guilty
secret
,
a
bed
;
disguised
traps
in
walls
,
which
were
clearly
coal
-
cellars
;
affectations
of
no
thoroughfares
,
which
were
evidently
doors
to
little
kitchens
.
Mental
reservations
and
artful
mysteries
grew
out
of
these
things
.
Callers
looking
steadily
into
the
eyes
of
their
receivers
,
pretended
not
to
smell
cooking
three
feet
off
;
people
,
confronting
closets
accidentally
left
open
,
pretended
not
to
see
bottles
;
visitors
with
their
heads
against
a
partition
of
thin
canvas
,
and
a
page
and
a
young
female
at
high
words
on
the
other
side
,
made
believe
to
be
sitting
in
a
primeval
silence
.
There
was
no
end
to
the
small
social
accommodation
-
bills
of
this
nature
which
the
gipsies
of
gentility
were
constantly
drawing
upon
,
and
accepting
for
,
one
another
.
Some
of
these
Bohemians
were
of
an
irritable
temperament
,
as
constantly
soured
and
vexed
by
two
mental
trials
:
the
first
,
the
consciousness
that
they
had
never
got
enough
out
of
the
public
;
the
second
,
the
consciousness
that
the
public
were
admitted
into
the
building
.
