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‘
You
wished
to
know
nothing
,
sir
,
’
cried
Mr
Dorrit
,
highly
flushed
.
‘
Don
’
t
tell
me
you
did
.
Ha
.
You
didn
’
t
.
You
are
guilty
of
mockery
,
sir
.
’
‘
I
assure
you
,
sir
—
’
Mr
Tinkler
began
.
‘
Don
’
t
assure
me
!
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
.
‘
I
will
not
be
assured
by
a
domestic
.
You
are
guilty
of
mockery
.
You
shall
leave
me
—
hum
—
the
whole
establishment
shall
leave
me
.
What
are
you
waiting
for
?
’
‘
Only
for
my
orders
,
sir
.
’
‘
It
’
s
false
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
‘
you
have
your
orders
.
Ha
—
hum
.
My
compliments
to
Mrs
General
,
and
I
beg
the
favour
of
her
coming
to
me
,
if
quite
convenient
,
for
a
few
minutes
.
Those
are
your
orders
.
’
In
his
execution
of
this
mission
,
Mr
Tinkler
perhaps
expressed
that
Mr
Dorrit
was
in
a
raging
fume
.
However
that
was
,
Mrs
General
’
s
skirts
were
very
speedily
heard
outside
,
coming
along
—
one
might
almost
have
said
bouncing
along
—
with
unusual
expedition
.
Albeit
,
they
settled
down
at
the
door
and
swept
into
the
room
with
their
customary
coolness
.
‘
Mrs
General
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
‘
take
a
chair
.
’
Mrs
General
,
with
a
graceful
curve
of
acknowledgment
,
descended
into
the
chair
which
Mr
Dorrit
offered
.
‘
Madam
,
’
pursued
that
gentleman
,
‘
as
you
have
had
the
kindness
to
undertake
the
—
hum
—
formation
of
my
daughters
,
and
as
I
am
persuaded
that
nothing
nearly
affecting
them
can
—
ha
—
be
indifferent
to
you
—
’
‘
Wholly
impossible
,
’
said
Mrs
General
in
the
calmest
of
ways
.
