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From
one
of
the
many
such
defeats
of
one
of
many
rent
-
days
,
Mr
Pancks
,
having
finished
his
day
’
s
collection
,
repaired
with
his
note
-
book
under
his
arm
to
Mrs
Plornish
’
s
corner
.
Mr
Pancks
’
s
object
was
not
professional
,
but
social
.
He
had
had
a
trying
day
,
and
wanted
a
little
brightening
.
By
this
time
he
was
on
friendly
terms
with
the
Plornish
family
,
having
often
looked
in
upon
them
at
similar
seasons
,
and
borne
his
part
in
recollections
of
Miss
Dorrit
.
Mrs
Plornish
’
s
shop
-
parlour
had
been
decorated
under
her
own
eye
,
and
presented
,
on
the
side
towards
the
shop
,
a
little
fiction
in
which
Mrs
Plornish
unspeakably
rejoiced
.
This
poetical
heightening
of
the
parlour
consisted
in
the
wall
being
painted
to
represent
the
exterior
of
a
thatched
cottage
;
the
artist
having
introduced
(
in
as
effective
a
manner
as
he
found
compatible
with
their
highly
disproportionate
dimensions
)
the
real
door
and
window
.
The
modest
sunflower
and
hollyhock
were
depicted
as
flourishing
with
great
luxuriance
on
this
rustic
dwelling
,
while
a
quantity
of
dense
smoke
issuing
from
the
chimney
indicated
good
cheer
within
,
and
also
,
perhaps
,
that
it
had
not
been
lately
swept
.
A
faithful
dog
was
represented
as
flying
at
the
legs
of
the
friendly
visitor
,
from
the
threshold
;
and
a
circular
pigeon
-
house
,
enveloped
in
a
cloud
of
pigeons
,
arose
from
behind
the
garden
-
paling
.
On
the
door
(
when
it
was
shut
)
,
appeared
the
semblance
of
a
brass
-
plate
,
presenting
the
inscription
,
Happy
Cottage
,
T
.
and
M
.
Plornish
;
the
partnership
expressing
man
and
wife
.
No
Poetry
and
no
Art
ever
charmed
the
imagination
more
than
the
union
of
the
two
in
this
counterfeit
cottage
charmed
Mrs
Plornish
.
It
was
nothing
to
her
that
Plornish
had
a
habit
of
leaning
against
it
as
he
smoked
his
pipe
after
work
,
when
his
hat
blotted
out
the
pigeon
-
house
and
all
the
pigeons
,
when
his
back
swallowed
up
the
dwelling
,
when
his
hands
in
his
pockets
uprooted
the
blooming
garden
and
laid
waste
the
adjacent
country
.
To
Mrs
Plornish
,
it
was
still
a
most
beautiful
cottage
,
a
most
wonderful
deception
;
and
it
made
no
difference
that
Mr
Plornish
’
s
eye
was
some
inches
above
the
level
of
the
gable
bed
-
room
in
the
thatch
.
To
come
out
into
the
shop
after
it
was
shut
,
and
hear
her
father
sing
a
song
inside
this
cottage
,
was
a
perfect
Pastoral
to
Mrs
Plornish
,
the
Golden
Age
revived
.
And
truly
if
that
famous
period
had
been
revived
,
or
had
ever
been
at
all
,
it
may
be
doubted
whether
it
would
have
produced
many
more
heartily
admiring
daughters
than
the
poor
woman
.
Warned
of
a
visitor
by
the
tinkling
bell
at
the
shop
-
door
,
Mrs
Plornish
came
out
of
Happy
Cottage
to
see
who
it
might
be
.
‘
I
guessed
it
was
you
,
Mr
Pancks
,
’
said
she
,
‘
for
it
’
s
quite
your
regular
night
;
ain
’
t
it
?
Here
’
s
father
,
you
see
,
come
out
to
serve
at
the
sound
of
the
bell
,
like
a
brisk
young
shopman
.
Ain
’
t
he
looking
well
?
Father
’
s
more
pleased
to
see
you
than
if
you
was
a
customer
,
for
he
dearly
loves
a
gossip
;
and
when
it
turns
upon
Miss
Dorrit
,
he
loves
it
all
the
more
.
You
never
heard
father
in
such
voice
as
he
is
at
present
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
,
her
own
voice
quavering
,
she
was
so
proud
and
pleased
.
‘
He
gave
us
Strephon
last
night
to
that
degree
that
Plornish
gets
up
and
makes
him
this
speech
across
the
table
.
“
John
Edward
Nandy
,
”
says
Plornish
to
father
,
“
I
never
heard
you
come
the
warbles
as
I
have
heard
you
come
the
warbles
this
night
.
”
An
’
t
it
gratifying
,
Mr
Pancks
,
though
;
really
?
’
Mr
Pancks
,
who
had
snorted
at
the
old
man
in
his
friendliest
manner
,
replied
in
the
affirmative
,
and
casually
asked
whether
that
lively
Altro
chap
had
come
in
yet
?
Mrs
Plornish
answered
no
,
not
yet
,
though
he
had
gone
to
the
West
-
End
with
some
work
,
and
had
said
he
should
be
back
by
tea
-
time
.
Mr
Pancks
was
then
hospitably
pressed
into
Happy
Cottage
,
where
he
encountered
the
elder
Master
Plornish
just
come
home
from
school
.
Examining
that
young
student
,
lightly
,
on
the
educational
proceedings
of
the
day
,
he
found
that
the
more
advanced
pupils
who
were
in
the
large
text
and
the
letter
M
,
had
been
set
the
copy
‘
Merdle
,
Millions
.
’
‘
And
how
are
you
getting
on
,
Mrs
Plornish
,
’
said
Pancks
,
‘
since
we
’
re
mentioning
millions
?
’
‘
Very
steady
,
indeed
,
sir
,
’
returned
Mrs
Plornish
.
‘
Father
,
dear
,
would
you
go
into
the
shop
and
tidy
the
window
a
little
bit
before
tea
,
your
taste
being
so
beautiful
?
’
John
Edward
Nandy
trotted
away
,
much
gratified
,
to
comply
with
his
daughter
’
s
request
.
Mrs
Plornish
,
who
was
always
in
mortal
terror
of
mentioning
pecuniary
affairs
before
the
old
gentleman
,
lest
any
disclosure
she
made
might
rouse
his
spirit
and
induce
him
to
run
away
to
the
workhouse
,
was
thus
left
free
to
be
confidential
with
Mr
Pancks
.
