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If
Mr
Clennam
has
sufficient
delicacy
to
perceive
the
impropriety
of
any
such
attempt
,
I
am
bound
as
a
responsible
gentleman
to
—
ha
—
defer
to
that
delicacy
on
his
part
.
If
,
on
the
other
hand
,
Mr
Clennam
has
not
that
delicacy
,
I
cannot
for
a
moment
—
ha
—
hold
any
correspondence
with
so
—
hum
—
coarse
a
mind
.
In
either
case
,
it
would
appear
that
Mr
Clennam
is
put
altogether
out
of
the
question
,
and
that
we
have
nothing
to
do
with
him
or
he
with
us
.
Ha
—
Mrs
General
!
’
The
entrance
of
the
lady
whom
he
announced
,
to
take
her
place
at
the
breakfast
-
table
,
terminated
the
discussion
.
Shortly
afterwards
,
the
courier
announced
that
the
valet
,
and
the
footman
,
and
the
two
maids
,
and
the
four
guides
,
and
the
fourteen
mules
,
were
in
readiness
;
so
the
breakfast
party
went
out
to
the
convent
door
to
join
the
cavalcade
.
Mr
Gowan
stood
aloof
with
his
cigar
and
pencil
,
but
Mr
Blandois
was
on
the
spot
to
pay
his
respects
to
the
ladies
.
When
he
gallantly
pulled
off
his
slouched
hat
to
Little
Dorrit
,
she
thought
he
had
even
a
more
sinister
look
,
standing
swart
and
cloaked
in
the
snow
,
than
he
had
in
the
fire
-
light
over
-
night
.
But
,
as
both
her
father
and
her
sister
received
his
homage
with
some
favour
,
she
refrained
from
expressing
any
distrust
of
him
,
lest
it
should
prove
to
be
a
new
blemish
derived
from
her
prison
birth
.
Nevertheless
,
as
they
wound
down
the
rugged
way
while
the
convent
was
yet
in
sight
,
she
more
than
once
looked
round
,
and
descried
Mr
Blandois
,
backed
by
the
convent
smoke
which
rose
straight
and
high
from
the
chimneys
in
a
golden
film
,
always
standing
on
one
jutting
point
looking
down
after
them
.
Long
after
he
was
a
mere
black
stick
in
the
snow
,
she
felt
as
though
she
could
yet
see
that
smile
of
his
,
that
high
nose
,
and
those
eyes
that
were
too
near
it
.
And
even
after
that
,
when
the
convent
was
gone
and
some
light
morning
clouds
veiled
the
pass
below
it
,
the
ghastly
skeleton
arms
by
the
wayside
seemed
to
be
all
pointing
up
at
him
.
More
treacherous
than
snow
,
perhaps
,
colder
at
heart
,
and
harder
to
melt
,
Blandois
of
Paris
by
degrees
passed
out
of
her
mind
,
as
they
came
down
into
the
softer
regions
.
Again
the
sun
was
warm
,
again
the
streams
descending
from
glaciers
and
snowy
caverns
were
refreshing
to
drink
at
,
again
they
came
among
the
pine
-
trees
,
the
rocky
rivulets
,
the
verdant
heights
and
dales
,
the
wooden
chalets
and
rough
zigzag
fences
of
Swiss
country
.
Sometimes
the
way
so
widened
that
she
and
her
father
could
ride
abreast
.
And
then
to
look
at
him
,
handsomely
clothed
in
his
fur
and
broadcloths
,
rich
,
free
,
numerously
served
and
attended
,
his
eyes
roving
far
away
among
the
glories
of
the
landscape
,
no
miserable
screen
before
them
to
darken
his
sight
and
cast
its
shadow
on
him
,
was
enough
.
Her
uncle
was
so
far
rescued
from
that
shadow
of
old
,
that
he
wore
the
clothes
they
gave
him
,
and
performed
some
ablutions
as
a
sacrifice
to
the
family
credit
,
and
went
where
he
was
taken
,
with
a
certain
patient
animal
enjoyment
,
which
seemed
to
express
that
the
air
and
change
did
him
good
.
In
all
other
respects
,
save
one
,
he
shone
with
no
light
but
such
as
was
reflected
from
his
brother
.
His
brother
’
s
greatness
,
wealth
,
freedom
,
and
grandeur
,
pleased
him
without
any
reference
to
himself
.
Silent
and
retiring
,
he
had
no
use
for
speech
when
he
could
hear
his
brother
speak
;
no
desire
to
be
waited
on
,
so
that
the
servants
devoted
themselves
to
his
brother
.
The
only
noticeable
change
he
originated
in
himself
,
was
an
alteration
in
his
manner
to
his
younger
niece
.
Every
day
it
refined
more
and
more
into
a
marked
respect
,
very
rarely
shown
by
age
to
youth
,
and
still
more
rarely
susceptible
,
one
would
have
said
,
of
the
fitness
with
which
he
invested
it
.
On
those
occasions
when
Miss
Fanny
did
declare
once
for
all
,
he
would
take
the
next
opportunity
of
baring
his
grey
head
before
his
younger
niece
,
and
of
helping
her
to
alight
,
or
handing
her
to
the
carriage
,
or
showing
her
any
other
attention
,
with
the
profoundest
deference
.
Yet
it
never
appeared
misplaced
or
forced
,
being
always
heartily
simple
,
spontaneous
,
and
genuine
.
Neither
would
he
ever
consent
,
even
at
his
brother
’
s
request
,
to
be
helped
to
any
place
before
her
,
or
to
take
precedence
of
her
in
anything
.
So
jealous
was
he
of
her
being
respected
,
that
,
on
this
very
journey
down
from
the
Great
Saint
Bernard
,
he
took
sudden
and
violent
umbrage
at
the
footman
’
s
being
remiss
to
hold
her
stirrup
,
though
standing
near
when
she
dismounted
;
and
unspeakably
astonished
the
whole
retinue
by
charging
at
him
on
a
hard
-
headed
mule
,
riding
him
into
a
corner
,
and
threatening
to
trample
him
to
death
.
They
were
a
goodly
company
,
and
the
Innkeepers
all
but
worshipped
them
.
Wherever
they
went
,
their
importance
preceded
them
in
the
person
of
the
courier
riding
before
,
to
see
that
the
rooms
of
state
were
ready
.
He
was
the
herald
of
the
family
procession
.
The
great
travelling
-
carriage
came
next
:
containing
,
inside
,
Mr
Dorrit
,
Miss
Dorrit
,
Miss
Amy
Dorrit
,
and
Mrs
General
;
outside
,
some
of
the
retainers
,
and
(
in
fine
weather
)
Edward
Dorrit
,
Esquire
,
for
whom
the
box
was
reserved
.
Then
came
the
chariot
containing
Frederick
Dorrit
,
Esquire
,
and
an
empty
place
occupied
by
Edward
Dorrit
,
Esquire
,
in
wet
weather
.
Then
came
the
fourgon
with
the
rest
of
the
retainers
,
the
heavy
baggage
,
and
as
much
as
it
could
carry
of
the
mud
and
dust
which
the
other
vehicles
left
behind
.
