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For
a
gentleman
who
had
this
splendid
work
cut
out
for
him
,
Mr
Merdle
looked
a
little
common
,
and
rather
as
if
,
in
the
course
of
his
vast
transactions
,
he
had
accidentally
made
an
interchange
of
heads
with
some
inferior
spirit
.
He
presented
himself
before
the
two
ladies
in
the
course
of
a
dismal
stroll
through
his
mansion
,
which
had
no
apparent
object
but
escape
from
the
presence
of
the
chief
butler
.
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
’
he
said
,
stopping
short
in
confusion
;
‘
I
didn
’
t
know
there
was
anybody
here
but
the
parrot
.
’
However
,
as
Mrs
Merdle
said
,
‘
You
can
come
in
!
’
and
as
Mrs
Gowan
said
she
was
just
going
,
and
had
already
risen
to
take
her
leave
,
he
came
in
,
and
stood
looking
out
at
a
distant
window
,
with
his
hands
crossed
under
his
uneasy
coat
-
cuffs
,
clasping
his
wrists
as
if
he
were
taking
himself
into
custody
.
In
this
attitude
he
fell
directly
into
a
reverie
from
which
he
was
only
aroused
by
his
wife
’
s
calling
to
him
from
her
ottoman
,
when
they
had
been
for
some
quarter
of
an
hour
alone
.
‘
Eh
?
Yes
?
’
said
Mr
Merdle
,
turning
towards
her
.
‘
What
is
it
?
’
‘
What
is
it
?
’
repeated
Mrs
Merdle
.
‘
It
is
,
I
suppose
,
that
you
have
not
heard
a
word
of
my
complaint
.
’
‘
Your
complaint
,
Mrs
Merdle
?
’
said
Mr
Merdle
.
‘
I
didn
’
t
know
that
you
were
suffering
from
a
complaint
.
What
complaint
?
’
‘
A
complaint
of
you
,
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
.
‘
Oh
!
A
complaint
of
me
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
.
‘
What
is
the
—
what
have
I
—
what
may
you
have
to
complain
of
in
me
,
Mrs
Merdle
?
’
In
his
withdrawing
,
abstracted
,
pondering
way
,
it
took
him
some
time
to
shape
this
question
.
As
a
kind
of
faint
attempt
to
convince
himself
that
he
was
the
master
of
the
house
,
he
concluded
by
presenting
his
forefinger
to
the
parrot
,
who
expressed
his
opinion
on
that
subject
by
instantly
driving
his
bill
into
it
.
‘
You
were
saying
,
Mrs
Merdle
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
,
with
his
wounded
finger
in
his
mouth
,
‘
that
you
had
a
complaint
against
me
?
’
