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‘
Do
you
think
—
dear
Fanny
,
don
’
t
be
offended
,
we
are
so
comfortable
together
now
—
that
you
can
quite
see
the
end
of
that
course
?
’
‘
I
can
’
t
say
I
have
so
much
as
looked
for
it
yet
,
my
dear
,
’
answered
Fanny
,
with
supreme
indifference
;
‘
all
in
good
time
.
Such
are
my
intentions
.
And
really
they
have
taken
me
so
long
to
develop
,
that
here
we
are
at
home
.
And
Young
Sparkler
at
the
door
,
inquiring
who
is
within
.
By
the
merest
accident
,
of
course
!
’
In
effect
,
the
swain
was
standing
up
in
his
gondola
,
card
-
case
in
hand
,
affecting
to
put
the
question
to
a
servant
.
This
conjunction
of
circumstances
led
to
his
immediately
afterwards
presenting
himself
before
the
young
ladies
in
a
posture
,
which
in
ancient
times
would
not
have
been
considered
one
of
favourable
augury
for
his
suit
;
since
the
gondoliers
of
the
young
ladies
,
having
been
put
to
some
inconvenience
by
the
chase
,
so
neatly
brought
their
own
boat
in
the
gentlest
collision
with
the
bark
of
Mr
Sparkler
,
as
to
tip
that
gentleman
over
like
a
larger
species
of
ninepin
,
and
cause
him
to
exhibit
the
soles
of
his
shoes
to
the
object
of
his
dearest
wishes
:
while
the
nobler
portions
of
his
anatomy
struggled
at
the
bottom
of
his
boat
in
the
arms
of
one
of
his
men
.
However
,
as
Miss
Fanny
called
out
with
much
concern
,
Was
the
gentleman
hurt
,
Mr
Sparkler
rose
more
restored
than
might
have
been
expected
,
and
stammered
for
himself
with
blushes
,
‘
Not
at
all
so
.
’
Miss
Fanny
had
no
recollection
of
having
ever
seen
him
before
,
and
was
passing
on
,
with
a
distant
inclination
of
her
head
,
when
he
announced
himself
by
name
.
Even
then
she
was
in
a
difficulty
from
being
unable
to
call
it
to
mind
,
until
he
explained
that
he
had
had
the
honour
of
seeing
her
at
Martigny
.
Then
she
remembered
him
,
and
hoped
his
lady
-
mother
was
well
.
‘
Thank
you
,
’
stammered
Mr
Sparkler
,
‘
she
’
s
uncommonly
well
—
at
least
,
poorly
.
’
‘
In
Venice
?
’
said
Miss
Fanny
.
‘
In
Rome
,
’
Mr
Sparkler
answered
.
‘
I
am
here
by
myself
,
myself
.
I
came
to
call
upon
Mr
Edward
Dorrit
myself
.
Indeed
,
upon
Mr
Dorrit
likewise
.
In
fact
,
upon
the
family
.
’
Turning
graciously
to
the
attendants
,
Miss
Fanny
inquired
whether
her
papa
or
brother
was
within
?
The
reply
being
that
they
were
both
within
,
Mr
Sparkler
humbly
offered
his
arm
.
Miss
Fanny
accepting
it
,
was
squired
up
the
great
staircase
by
Mr
Sparkler
,
who
,
if
he
still
believed
(
which
there
is
not
any
reason
to
doubt
)
that
she
had
no
nonsense
about
her
,
rather
deceived
himself
.
