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‘
Two
daughters
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
again
.
‘
It
would
therefore
,
’
said
Mrs
General
,
‘
be
necessary
to
add
a
third
more
to
the
payment
(
whatever
its
amount
may
prove
to
be
)
,
which
my
friends
here
have
been
accustomed
to
make
to
my
bankers
’
.
’
Mr
Dorrit
lost
no
time
in
referring
the
delicate
question
to
the
county
-
widower
,
and
finding
that
he
had
been
accustomed
to
pay
three
hundred
pounds
a
-
year
to
the
credit
of
Mrs
General
,
arrived
,
without
any
severe
strain
on
his
arithmetic
,
at
the
conclusion
that
he
himself
must
pay
four
.
Mrs
General
being
an
article
of
that
lustrous
surface
which
suggests
that
it
is
worth
any
money
,
he
made
a
formal
proposal
to
be
allowed
to
have
the
honour
and
pleasure
of
regarding
her
as
a
member
of
his
family
.
Mrs
General
conceded
that
high
privilege
,
and
here
she
was
.
In
person
,
Mrs
General
,
including
her
skirts
which
had
much
to
do
with
it
,
was
of
a
dignified
and
imposing
appearance
;
ample
,
rustling
,
gravely
voluminous
;
always
upright
behind
the
proprieties
.
She
might
have
been
taken
—
had
been
taken
—
to
the
top
of
the
Alps
and
the
bottom
of
Herculaneum
,
without
disarranging
a
fold
in
her
dress
,
or
displacing
a
pin
.
If
her
countenance
and
hair
had
rather
a
floury
appearance
,
as
though
from
living
in
some
transcendently
genteel
Mill
,
it
was
rather
because
she
was
a
chalky
creation
altogether
,
than
because
she
mended
her
complexion
with
violet
powder
,
or
had
turned
grey
.
If
her
eyes
had
no
expression
,
it
was
probably
because
they
had
nothing
to
express
.
If
she
had
few
wrinkles
,
it
was
because
her
mind
had
never
traced
its
name
or
any
other
inscription
on
her
face
.
A
cool
,
waxy
,
blown
-
out
woman
,
who
had
never
lighted
well
.
Mrs
General
had
no
opinions
.
Her
way
of
forming
a
mind
was
to
prevent
it
from
forming
opinions
.
She
had
a
little
circular
set
of
mental
grooves
or
rails
on
which
she
started
little
trains
of
other
people
’
s
opinions
,
which
never
overtook
one
another
,
and
never
got
anywhere
.
Even
her
propriety
could
not
dispute
that
there
was
impropriety
in
the
world
;
but
Mrs
General
’
s
way
of
getting
rid
of
it
was
to
put
it
out
of
sight
,
and
make
believe
that
there
was
no
such
thing
.
This
was
another
of
her
ways
of
forming
a
mind
—
to
cram
all
articles
of
difficulty
into
cupboards
,
lock
them
up
,
and
say
they
had
no
existence
.
It
was
the
easiest
way
,
and
,
beyond
all
comparison
,
the
properest
.
Mrs
General
was
not
to
be
told
of
anything
shocking
.
Accidents
,
miseries
,
and
offences
,
were
never
to
be
mentioned
before
her
.
Passion
was
to
go
to
sleep
in
the
presence
of
Mrs
General
,
and
blood
was
to
change
to
milk
and
water
The
little
that
was
left
in
the
world
,
when
all
these
deductions
were
made
,
it
was
Mrs
General
’
s
province
to
varnish
.
In
that
formation
process
of
hers
,
she
dipped
the
smallest
of
brushes
into
the
largest
of
pots
,
and
varnished
the
surface
of
every
object
that
came
under
consideration
.
The
more
cracked
it
was
,
the
more
Mrs
General
varnished
it
.
There
was
varnish
in
Mrs
General
’
s
voice
,
varnish
in
Mrs
General
’
s
touch
,
an
atmosphere
of
varnish
round
Mrs
General
’
s
figure
.
Mrs
General
’
s
dreams
ought
to
have
been
varnished
—
if
she
had
any
—
lying
asleep
in
the
arms
of
the
good
Saint
Bernard
,
with
the
feathery
snow
falling
on
his
house
-
top
.
The
bright
morning
sun
dazzled
the
eyes
,
the
snow
had
ceased
,
the
mists
had
vanished
,
the
mountain
air
was
so
clear
and
light
that
the
new
sensation
of
breathing
it
was
like
the
having
entered
on
a
new
existence
.
To
help
the
delusion
,
the
solid
ground
itself
seemed
gone
,
and
the
mountain
,
a
shining
waste
of
immense
white
heaps
and
masses
,
to
be
a
region
of
cloud
floating
between
the
blue
sky
above
and
the
earth
far
below
.
