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‘
A
little
dyspeptic
?
’
Mr
Dorrit
hinted
.
‘
Very
likely
.
But
I
—
Oh
,
I
am
well
enough
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
.
There
were
black
traces
on
his
lips
where
they
met
,
as
if
a
little
train
of
gunpowder
had
been
fired
there
;
and
he
looked
like
a
man
who
,
if
his
natural
temperament
had
been
quicker
,
would
have
been
very
feverish
that
morning
.
This
,
and
his
heavy
way
of
passing
his
hand
over
his
forehead
,
had
prompted
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
solicitous
inquiries
.
‘
Mrs
Merdle
,
’
Mr
Dorrit
insinuatingly
pursued
,
‘
I
left
,
as
you
will
be
prepared
to
hear
,
the
—
ha
—
observed
of
all
observers
,
the
—
hum
—
admired
of
all
admirers
,
the
leading
fascination
and
charm
of
Society
in
Rome
.
She
was
looking
wonderfully
well
when
I
quitted
it
.
’
‘
Mrs
Merdle
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
,
‘
is
generally
considered
a
very
attractive
woman
.
And
she
is
,
no
doubt
.
I
am
sensible
of
her
being
so
.
’
‘
Who
can
be
otherwise
?
’
responded
Mr
Dorrit
.
Mr
Merdle
turned
his
tongue
in
his
closed
mouth
—
it
seemed
rather
a
stiff
and
unmanageable
tongue
—
moistened
his
lips
,
passed
his
hand
over
his
forehead
again
,
and
looked
all
round
the
room
again
,
principally
under
the
chairs
.
‘
But
,
’
he
said
,
looking
Mr
Dorrit
in
the
face
for
the
first
time
,
and
immediately
afterwards
dropping
his
eyes
to
the
buttons
of
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
waistcoat
;
‘
if
we
speak
of
attractions
,
your
daughter
ought
to
be
the
subject
of
our
conversation
.
She
is
extremely
beautiful
.
Both
in
face
and
figure
,
she
is
quite
uncommon
.
When
the
young
people
arrived
last
night
,
I
was
really
surprised
to
see
such
charms
.
’
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
gratification
was
such
that
he
said
—
ha
—
he
could
not
refrain
from
telling
Mr
Merdle
verbally
,
as
he
had
already
done
by
letter
,
what
honour
and
happiness
he
felt
in
this
union
of
their
families
.
And
he
offered
his
hand
.
Mr
Merdle
looked
at
the
hand
for
a
little
while
,
took
it
on
his
for
a
moment
as
if
his
were
a
yellow
salver
or
fish
-
slice
,
and
then
returned
it
to
Mr
Dorrit
.
‘
I
thought
I
would
drive
round
the
first
thing
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
,
‘
to
offer
my
services
,
in
case
I
can
do
anything
for
you
;
and
to
say
that
I
hope
you
will
at
least
do
me
the
honour
of
dining
with
me
to
-
day
,
and
every
day
when
you
are
not
better
engaged
during
your
stay
in
town
.
’
