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‘
It
’
s
a
little
inconvenient
,
’
said
the
man
.
‘
A
little
.
But
,
Holy
Blue
!
that
’
s
nothing
in
such
a
service
.
I
am
without
money
to
-
night
,
by
chance
.
I
have
a
good
banker
in
this
city
,
but
I
would
not
wish
to
draw
upon
the
house
until
the
time
when
I
shall
draw
for
a
round
sum
.
’
‘
Harriet
,
’
said
Miss
Wade
,
‘
arrange
with
him
—
this
gentleman
here
—
for
sending
him
some
money
to
-
morrow
.
’
She
said
it
with
a
slur
of
the
word
gentleman
which
was
more
contemptuous
than
any
emphasis
,
and
walked
slowly
on
.
The
man
bent
his
head
again
,
and
the
girl
spoke
to
him
as
they
both
followed
her
.
Clennam
ventured
to
look
at
the
girl
as
they
moved
away
.
He
could
note
that
her
rich
black
eyes
were
fastened
upon
the
man
with
a
scrutinising
expression
,
and
that
she
kept
at
a
little
distance
from
him
,
as
they
walked
side
by
side
to
the
further
end
of
the
terrace
.
A
loud
and
altered
clank
upon
the
pavement
warned
him
,
before
he
could
discern
what
was
passing
there
,
that
the
man
was
coming
back
alone
.
Clennam
lounged
into
the
road
,
towards
the
railing
;
and
the
man
passed
at
a
quick
swing
,
with
the
end
of
his
cloak
thrown
over
his
shoulder
,
singing
a
scrap
of
a
French
song
.
The
whole
vista
had
no
one
in
it
now
but
himself
.
The
lounger
had
lounged
out
of
view
,
and
Miss
Wade
and
Tattycoram
were
gone
.
More
than
ever
bent
on
seeing
what
became
of
them
,
and
on
having
some
information
to
give
his
good
friend
,
Mr
Meagles
,
he
went
out
at
the
further
end
of
the
terrace
,
looking
cautiously
about
him
.
He
rightly
judged
that
,
at
first
at
all
events
,
they
would
go
in
a
contrary
direction
from
their
late
companion
.
He
soon
saw
them
in
a
neighbouring
bye
-
street
,
which
was
not
a
thoroughfare
,
evidently
allowing
time
for
the
man
to
get
well
out
of
their
way
.
They
walked
leisurely
arm
-
in
-
arm
down
one
side
of
the
street
,
and
returned
on
the
opposite
side
.
When
they
came
back
to
the
street
-
corner
,
they
changed
their
pace
for
the
pace
of
people
with
an
object
and
a
distance
before
them
,
and
walked
steadily
away
.
Clennam
,
no
less
steadily
,
kept
them
in
sight
.
They
crossed
the
Strand
,
and
passed
through
Covent
Garden
(
under
the
windows
of
his
old
lodging
where
dear
Little
Dorrit
had
come
that
night
)
,
and
slanted
away
north
-
east
,
until
they
passed
the
great
building
whence
Tattycoram
derived
her
name
,
and
turned
into
the
Gray
’
s
Inn
Road
.
Clennam
was
quite
at
home
here
,
in
right
of
Flora
,
not
to
mention
the
Patriarch
and
Pancks
,
and
kept
them
in
view
with
ease
.
He
was
beginning
to
wonder
where
they
might
be
going
next
,
when
that
wonder
was
lost
in
the
greater
wonder
with
which
he
saw
them
turn
into
the
Patriarchal
street
.
That
wonder
was
in
its
turn
swallowed
up
on
the
greater
wonder
with
which
he
saw
them
stop
at
the
Patriarchal
door
.
A
low
double
knock
at
the
bright
brass
knocker
,
a
gleam
of
light
into
the
road
from
the
opened
door
,
a
brief
pause
for
inquiry
and
answer
and
the
door
was
shut
,
and
they
were
housed
.
After
looking
at
the
surrounding
objects
for
assurance
that
he
was
not
in
an
odd
dream
,
and
after
pacing
a
little
while
before
the
house
,
Arthur
knocked
at
the
door
.
It
was
opened
by
the
usual
maid
-
servant
,
and
she
showed
him
up
at
once
,
with
her
usual
alacrity
,
to
Flora
’
s
sitting
-
room
.
There
was
no
one
with
Flora
but
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
,
which
respectable
gentlewoman
,
basking
in
a
balmy
atmosphere
of
tea
and
toast
,
was
ensconced
in
an
easy
-
chair
by
the
fireside
,
with
a
little
table
at
her
elbow
,
and
a
clean
white
handkerchief
spread
over
her
lap
on
which
two
pieces
of
toast
at
that
moment
awaited
consumption
.
Bending
over
a
steaming
vessel
of
tea
,
and
looking
through
the
steam
,
and
breathing
forth
the
steam
,
like
a
malignant
Chinese
enchantress
engaged
in
the
performance
of
unholy
rites
,
Mr
F
.
‘
s
Aunt
put
down
her
great
teacup
and
exclaimed
,
‘
Drat
him
,
if
he
an
’
t
come
back
again
!
’
It
would
seem
from
the
foregoing
exclamation
that
this
uncompromising
relative
of
the
lamented
Mr
F
.
