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‘
He
says
,
’
Mrs
Plornish
then
interpreted
,
addressing
her
father
and
Pancks
with
mild
condescension
,
‘
that
he
has
met
a
bad
man
,
but
he
hopes
the
bad
man
didn
’
t
see
him
—
Why
,
’
inquired
Mrs
Plornish
,
reverting
to
the
Italian
language
,
‘
why
ope
bad
man
no
see
?
’
‘
Padrona
,
dearest
,
’
returned
the
little
foreigner
whom
she
so
considerately
protected
,
‘
do
not
ask
,
I
pray
.
Once
again
I
say
it
matters
not
.
I
have
fear
of
this
man
.
I
do
not
wish
to
see
him
,
I
do
not
wish
to
be
known
of
him
—
never
again
!
Enough
,
most
beautiful
.
Leave
it
.
’
The
topic
was
so
disagreeable
to
him
,
and
so
put
his
usual
liveliness
to
the
rout
,
that
Mrs
Plornish
forbore
to
press
him
further
:
the
rather
as
the
tea
had
been
drawing
for
some
time
on
the
hob
.
But
she
was
not
the
less
surprised
and
curious
for
asking
no
more
questions
;
neither
was
Mr
Pancks
,
whose
expressive
breathing
had
been
labouring
hard
since
the
entrance
of
the
little
man
,
like
a
locomotive
engine
with
a
great
load
getting
up
a
steep
incline
.
Maggy
,
now
better
dressed
than
of
yore
,
though
still
faithful
to
the
monstrous
character
of
her
cap
,
had
been
in
the
background
from
the
first
with
open
mouth
and
eyes
,
which
staring
and
gaping
features
were
not
diminished
in
breadth
by
the
untimely
suppression
of
the
subject
.
However
,
no
more
was
said
about
it
,
though
much
appeared
to
be
thought
on
all
sides
:
by
no
means
excepting
the
two
young
Plornishes
,
who
partook
of
the
evening
meal
as
if
their
eating
the
bread
and
butter
were
rendered
almost
superfluous
by
the
painful
probability
of
the
worst
of
men
shortly
presenting
himself
for
the
purpose
of
eating
them
.
Mr
Baptist
,
by
degrees
began
to
chirp
a
little
;
but
never
stirred
from
the
seat
he
had
taken
behind
the
door
and
close
to
the
window
,
though
it
was
not
his
usual
place
.
As
often
as
the
little
bell
rang
,
he
started
and
peeped
out
secretly
,
with
the
end
of
the
little
curtain
in
his
hand
and
the
rest
before
his
face
;
evidently
not
at
all
satisfied
but
that
the
man
he
dreaded
had
tracked
him
through
all
his
doublings
and
turnings
,
with
the
certainty
of
a
terrible
bloodhound
.
The
entrance
,
at
various
times
,
of
two
or
three
customers
and
of
Mr
Plornish
,
gave
Mr
Baptist
just
enough
of
this
employment
to
keep
the
attention
of
the
company
fixed
upon
him
.
Tea
was
over
,
and
the
children
were
abed
,
and
Mrs
Plornish
was
feeling
her
way
to
the
dutiful
proposal
that
her
father
should
favour
them
with
Chloe
,
when
the
bell
rang
again
,
and
Mr
Clennam
came
in
.
Clennam
had
been
poring
late
over
his
books
and
letters
;
for
the
waiting
-
rooms
of
the
Circumlocution
Office
ravaged
his
time
sorely
.
Over
and
above
that
,
he
was
depressed
and
made
uneasy
by
the
late
occurrence
at
his
mother
’
s
.
He
looked
worn
and
solitary
.
He
felt
so
,
too
;
but
,
nevertheless
,
was
returning
home
from
his
counting
-
house
by
that
end
of
the
Yard
to
give
them
the
intelligence
that
he
had
received
another
letter
from
Miss
Dorrit
.
The
news
made
a
sensation
in
the
cottage
which
drew
off
the
general
attention
from
Mr
Baptist
.
Maggy
,
who
pushed
her
way
into
the
foreground
immediately
,
would
have
seemed
to
draw
in
the
tidings
of
her
Little
Mother
equally
at
her
ears
,
nose
,
mouth
,
and
eyes
,
but
that
the
last
were
obstructed
by
tears
.
She
was
particularly
delighted
when
Clennam
assured
her
that
there
were
hospitals
,
and
very
kindly
conducted
hospitals
,
in
Rome
.
Mr
Pancks
rose
into
new
distinction
in
virtue
of
being
specially
remembered
in
the
letter
.
Everybody
was
pleased
and
interested
,
and
Clennam
was
well
repaid
for
his
trouble
.
‘
But
you
are
tired
,
sir
.
Let
me
make
you
a
cup
of
tea
,
’
said
Mrs
Plornish
,
‘
if
you
’
d
condescend
to
take
such
a
thing
in
the
cottage
;
and
many
thanks
to
you
,
too
,
I
am
sure
,
for
bearing
us
in
mind
so
kindly
.
’
Mr
Plornish
deeming
it
incumbent
on
him
,
as
host
,
to
add
his
personal
acknowledgments
,
tendered
them
in
the
form
which
always
expressed
his
highest
ideal
of
a
combination
of
ceremony
with
sincerity
.
‘
John
Edward
Nandy
,
’
said
Mr
Plornish
,
addressing
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Sir
.
It
’
s
not
too
often
that
you
see
unpretending
actions
without
a
spark
of
pride
,
and
therefore
when
you
see
them
give
grateful
honour
unto
the
same
,
being
that
if
you
don
’
t
,
and
live
to
want
‘
em
,
it
follows
serve
you
right
.
