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The
voice
of
Mrs
Clennam
opportunely
called
from
her
chamber
above
,
‘
Affery
,
let
them
both
come
up
.
Arthur
,
come
straight
to
me
!
’
‘
Arthur
?
’
exclaimed
Blandois
,
taking
off
his
hat
at
arm
’
s
length
,
and
bringing
his
heels
together
from
a
great
stride
in
making
him
a
flourishing
bow
.
‘
The
son
of
my
lady
?
I
am
the
all
-
devoted
of
the
son
of
my
lady
!
’
Arthur
looked
at
him
again
in
no
more
flattering
manner
than
before
,
and
,
turning
on
his
heel
without
acknowledgment
,
went
up
-
stairs
.
The
visitor
followed
him
up
-
stairs
.
Mistress
Affery
took
the
key
from
behind
the
door
,
and
deftly
slipped
out
to
fetch
her
lord
.
A
bystander
,
informed
of
the
previous
appearance
of
Monsieur
Blandois
in
that
room
,
would
have
observed
a
difference
in
Mrs
Clennam
’
s
present
reception
of
him
.
Her
face
was
not
one
to
betray
it
;
and
her
suppressed
manner
,
and
her
set
voice
,
were
equally
under
her
control
.
It
wholly
consisted
in
her
never
taking
her
eyes
off
his
face
from
the
moment
of
his
entrance
,
and
in
her
twice
or
thrice
,
when
he
was
becoming
noisy
,
swaying
herself
a
very
little
forward
in
the
chair
in
which
she
sat
upright
,
with
her
hands
immovable
upon
its
elbows
;
as
if
she
gave
him
the
assurance
that
he
should
be
presently
heard
at
any
length
he
would
.
Arthur
did
not
fail
to
observe
this
;
though
the
difference
between
the
present
occasion
and
the
former
was
not
within
his
power
of
observation
.
‘
Madame
,
’
said
Blandois
,
‘
do
me
the
honour
to
present
me
to
Monsieur
,
your
son
.
It
appears
to
me
,
madame
,
that
Monsieur
,
your
son
,
is
disposed
to
complain
of
me
.
He
is
not
polite
.
’
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Arthur
,
striking
in
expeditiously
,
‘
whoever
you
are
,
and
however
you
come
to
be
here
,
if
I
were
the
master
of
this
house
I
would
lose
no
time
in
placing
you
on
the
outside
of
it
.
’
‘
But
you
are
not
,
’
said
his
mother
,
without
looking
at
him
.
‘
Unfortunately
for
the
gratification
of
your
unreasonable
temper
,
you
are
not
the
master
,
Arthur
.
’
‘
I
make
no
claim
to
be
,
mother
.
If
I
object
to
this
person
’
s
manner
of
conducting
himself
here
,
and
object
to
it
so
much
,
that
if
I
had
any
authority
here
I
certainly
would
not
suffer
him
to
remain
a
minute
,
I
object
on
your
account
.
’
