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But
,
though
the
Courier
had
gone
on
with
the
Bride
,
the
Valet
was
next
in
the
line
;
and
the
succession
would
not
have
come
to
her
,
as
long
as
any
one
could
be
got
for
money
.
Mrs
General
took
life
easily
—
as
easily
,
that
is
,
as
she
could
take
anything
—
when
the
Roman
establishment
remained
in
their
sole
occupation
;
and
Little
Dorrit
would
often
ride
out
in
a
hired
carriage
that
was
left
them
,
and
alight
alone
and
wander
among
the
ruins
of
old
Rome
.
The
ruins
of
the
vast
old
Amphitheatre
,
of
the
old
Temples
,
of
the
old
commemorative
Arches
,
of
the
old
trodden
highways
,
of
the
old
tombs
,
besides
being
what
they
were
,
to
her
were
ruins
of
the
old
Marshalsea
—
ruins
of
her
own
old
life
—
ruins
of
the
faces
and
forms
that
of
old
peopled
it
—
ruins
of
its
loves
,
hopes
,
cares
,
and
joys
.
Two
ruined
spheres
of
action
and
suffering
were
before
the
solitary
girl
often
sitting
on
some
broken
fragment
;
and
in
the
lonely
places
,
under
the
blue
sky
,
she
saw
them
both
together
.
Up
,
then
,
would
come
Mrs
General
;
taking
all
the
colour
out
of
everything
,
as
Nature
and
Art
had
taken
it
out
of
herself
;
writing
Prunes
and
Prism
,
in
Mr
Eustace
’
s
text
,
wherever
she
could
lay
a
hand
;
looking
everywhere
for
Mr
Eustace
and
company
,
and
seeing
nothing
else
;
scratching
up
the
driest
little
bones
of
antiquity
,
and
bolting
them
whole
without
any
human
visitings
—
like
a
Ghoule
in
gloves
.
The
newly
married
pair
,
on
their
arrival
in
Harley
Street
,
Cavendish
Square
,
London
,
were
received
by
the
Chief
Butler
.
That
great
man
was
not
interested
in
them
,
but
on
the
whole
endured
them
.
People
must
continue
to
be
married
and
given
in
marriage
,
or
Chief
Butlers
would
not
be
wanted
.
As
nations
are
made
to
be
taxed
,
so
families
are
made
to
be
butlered
.
The
Chief
Butler
,
no
doubt
,
reflected
that
the
course
of
nature
required
the
wealthy
population
to
be
kept
up
,
on
his
account
.
He
therefore
condescended
to
look
at
the
carriage
from
the
Hall
-
door
without
frowning
at
it
,
and
said
,
in
a
very
handsome
way
,
to
one
of
his
men
,
‘
Thomas
,
help
with
the
luggage
.
’
He
even
escorted
the
Bride
up
-
stairs
into
Mr
Merdle
’
s
presence
;
but
this
must
be
considered
as
an
act
of
homage
to
the
sex
(
of
which
he
was
an
admirer
,
being
notoriously
captivated
by
the
charms
of
a
certain
Duchess
)
,
and
not
as
a
committal
of
himself
with
the
family
.
Mr
Merdle
was
slinking
about
the
hearthrug
,
waiting
to
welcome
Mrs
Sparkler
.
His
hand
seemed
to
retreat
up
his
sleeve
as
he
advanced
to
do
so
,
and
he
gave
her
such
a
superfluity
of
coat
-
cuff
that
it
was
like
being
received
by
the
popular
conception
of
Guy
Fawkes
.
When
he
put
his
lips
to
hers
,
besides
,
he
took
himself
into
custody
by
the
wrists
,
and
backed
himself
among
the
ottomans
and
chairs
and
tables
as
if
he
were
his
own
Police
officer
,
saying
to
himself
,
‘
Now
,
none
of
that
!
Come
!
I
’
ve
got
you
,
you
know
,
and
you
go
quietly
along
with
me
!
’
Mrs
Sparkler
,
installed
in
the
rooms
of
state
—
the
innermost
sanctuary
of
down
,
silk
,
chintz
,
and
fine
linen
—
felt
that
so
far
her
triumph
was
good
,
and
her
way
made
,
step
by
step
.
On
the
day
before
her
marriage
,
she
had
bestowed
on
Mrs
Merdle
’
s
maid
with
an
air
of
gracious
indifference
,
in
Mrs
Merdle
’
s
presence
,
a
trifling
little
keepsake
(
bracelet
,
bonnet
,
and
two
dresses
,
all
new
)
about
four
times
as
valuable
as
the
present
formerly
made
by
Mrs
Merdle
to
her
.
She
was
now
established
in
Mrs
Merdle
’
s
own
rooms
,
to
which
some
extra
touches
had
been
given
to
render
them
more
worthy
of
her
occupation
.
In
her
mind
’
s
eye
,
as
she
lounged
there
,
surrounded
by
every
luxurious
accessory
that
wealth
could
obtain
or
invention
devise
,
she
saw
the
fair
bosom
that
beat
in
unison
with
the
exultation
of
her
thoughts
,
competing
with
the
bosom
that
had
been
famous
so
long
,
outshining
it
,
and
deposing
it
.
Happy
?
Fanny
must
have
been
happy
.
No
more
wishing
one
’
s
self
dead
now
.
The
Courier
had
not
approved
of
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
staying
in
the
house
of
a
friend
,
and
had
preferred
to
take
him
to
an
hotel
in
Brook
Street
,
Grosvenor
Square
.
Mr
Merdle
ordered
his
carriage
to
be
ready
early
in
the
morning
that
he
might
wait
upon
Mr
Dorrit
immediately
after
breakfast
.
Bright
the
carriage
looked
,
sleek
the
horses
looked
,
gleaming
the
harness
looked
,
luscious
and
lasting
the
liveries
looked
.
A
rich
,
responsible
turn
-
out
.
An
equipage
for
a
Merdle
.
Early
people
looked
after
it
as
it
rattled
along
the
streets
,
and
said
,
with
awe
in
their
breath
,
‘
There
he
goes
!
’
