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‘
I
fervently
hope
she
has
not
bored
you
?
’
‘
Not
at
all
,
’
said
Clennam
.
They
had
a
little
open
phaeton
for
the
journey
,
and
were
soon
in
it
on
the
road
home
.
Gowan
,
driving
,
lighted
a
cigar
;
Clennam
declined
one
.
Do
what
he
would
,
he
fell
into
such
a
mood
of
abstraction
that
Gowan
said
again
,
‘
I
am
very
much
afraid
my
mother
has
bored
you
?
’
To
which
he
roused
himself
to
answer
,
‘
Not
at
all
!
’
and
soon
relapsed
again
.
In
that
state
of
mind
which
rendered
nobody
uneasy
,
his
thoughtfulness
would
have
turned
principally
on
the
man
at
his
side
.
He
would
have
thought
of
the
morning
when
he
first
saw
him
rooting
out
the
stones
with
his
heel
,
and
would
have
asked
himself
,
‘
Does
he
jerk
me
out
of
the
path
in
the
same
careless
,
cruel
way
?
’
He
would
have
thought
,
had
this
introduction
to
his
mother
been
brought
about
by
him
because
he
knew
what
she
would
say
,
and
that
he
could
thus
place
his
position
before
a
rival
and
loftily
warn
him
off
,
without
himself
reposing
a
word
of
confidence
in
him
?
He
would
have
thought
,
even
if
there
were
no
such
design
as
that
,
had
he
brought
him
there
to
play
with
his
repressed
emotions
,
and
torment
him
?
The
current
of
these
meditations
would
have
been
stayed
sometimes
by
a
rush
of
shame
,
bearing
a
remonstrance
to
himself
from
his
own
open
nature
,
representing
that
to
shelter
such
suspicions
,
even
for
the
passing
moment
,
was
not
to
hold
the
high
,
unenvious
course
he
had
resolved
to
keep
.
At
those
times
,
the
striving
within
him
would
have
been
hardest
;
and
looking
up
and
catching
Gowan
’
s
eyes
,
he
would
have
started
as
if
he
had
done
him
an
injury
Then
,
looking
at
the
dark
road
and
its
uncertain
objects
,
he
would
have
gradually
trailed
off
again
into
thinking
,
‘
Where
are
we
driving
,
he
and
I
,
I
wonder
,
on
the
darker
road
of
life
?
How
will
it
be
with
us
,
and
with
her
,
in
the
obscure
distance
?
’
Thinking
of
her
,
he
would
have
been
troubled
anew
with
a
reproachful
misgiving
that
it
was
not
even
loyal
to
her
to
dislike
him
,
and
that
in
being
so
easily
prejudiced
against
him
he
was
less
deserving
of
her
than
at
first
.
‘
You
are
evidently
out
of
spirits
,
’
said
Gowan
;
‘
I
am
very
much
afraid
my
mother
must
have
bored
you
dreadfully
.
’
‘
Believe
me
,
not
at
all
,
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
It
’
s
nothing
—
nothing
!
’
Afrequently
recurring
doubt
,
whether
Mr
Pancks
’
s
desire
to
collect
information
relative
to
the
Dorrit
family
could
have
any
possible
bearing
on
the
misgivings
he
had
imparted
to
his
mother
on
his
return
from
his
long
exile
,
caused
Arthur
Clennam
much
uneasiness
at
this
period
.
What
Mr
Pancks
already
knew
about
the
Dorrit
family
,
what
more
he
really
wanted
to
find
out
,
and
why
he
should
trouble
his
busy
head
about
them
at
all
,
were
questions
that
often
perplexed
him
.
Mr
Pancks
was
not
a
man
to
waste
his
time
and
trouble
in
researches
prompted
by
idle
curiosity
.
That
he
had
a
specific
object
Clennam
could
not
doubt
.
And
whether
the
attainment
of
that
object
by
Mr
Pancks
’
s
industry
might
bring
to
light
,
in
some
untimely
way
,
secret
reasons
which
had
induced
his
mother
to
take
Little
Dorrit
by
the
hand
,
was
a
serious
speculation
.
Not
that
he
ever
wavered
either
in
his
desire
or
his
determination
to
repair
a
wrong
that
had
been
done
in
his
father
’
s
time
,
should
a
wrong
come
to
light
,
and
be
reparable
.
The
shadow
of
a
supposed
act
of
injustice
,
which
had
hung
over
him
since
his
father
’
s
death
,
was
so
vague
and
formless
that
it
might
be
the
result
of
a
reality
widely
remote
from
his
idea
of
it
.
But
,
if
his
apprehensions
should
prove
to
be
well
founded
,
he
was
ready
at
any
moment
to
lay
down
all
he
had
,
and
begin
the
world
anew
.
As
the
fierce
dark
teaching
of
his
childhood
had
never
sunk
into
his
heart
,
so
that
first
article
in
his
code
of
morals
was
,
that
he
must
begin
,
in
practical
humility
,
with
looking
well
to
his
feet
on
Earth
,
and
that
he
could
never
mount
on
wings
of
words
to
Heaven
.
Duty
on
earth
,
restitution
on
earth
,
action
on
earth
;
these
first
,
as
the
first
steep
steps
upward
.
Strait
was
the
gate
and
narrow
was
the
way
;
far
straiter
and
narrower
than
the
broad
high
road
paved
with
vain
professions
and
vain
repetitions
,
motes
from
other
men
’
s
eyes
and
liberal
delivery
of
others
to
the
judgment
—
all
cheap
materials
costing
absolutely
nothing
.
