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‘
Pray
,
sir
,
’
demanded
Clennam
,
anxiously
,
‘
is
Miss
Wade
gone
?
’
‘
Miss
—
?
Oh
,
you
call
her
Wade
,
’
returned
Mr
Casby
.
‘
Highly
proper
.
’
Arthur
quickly
returned
,
‘
What
do
you
call
her
?
’
‘
Wade
,
’
said
Mr
Casby
.
‘
Oh
,
always
Wade
.
’
After
looking
at
the
philanthropic
visage
and
the
long
silky
white
hair
for
a
few
seconds
,
during
which
Mr
Casby
twirled
his
thumbs
,
and
smiled
at
the
fire
as
if
he
were
benevolently
wishing
it
to
burn
him
that
he
might
forgive
it
,
Arthur
began
:
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Mr
Casby
—
’
‘
Not
so
,
not
so
,
’
said
the
Patriarch
,
‘
not
so
.
’
‘
—
But
,
Miss
Wade
had
an
attendant
with
her
—
a
young
woman
brought
up
by
friends
of
mine
,
over
whom
her
influence
is
not
considered
very
salutary
,
and
to
whom
I
should
be
glad
to
have
the
opportunity
of
giving
the
assurance
that
she
has
not
yet
forfeited
the
interest
of
those
protectors
.
’
‘
Really
,
really
?
’
returned
the
Patriarch
.
