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Then
said
Mr
Merdle
,
‘
Allow
me
,
sir
.
Take
my
arm
!
’
Then
leaning
on
Mr
Merdle
’
s
arm
,
did
Mr
Dorrit
descend
the
staircase
,
seeing
the
worshippers
on
the
steps
,
and
feeling
that
the
light
of
Mr
Merdle
shone
by
reflection
in
himself
.
Then
the
carriage
,
and
the
ride
into
the
City
;
and
the
people
who
looked
at
them
;
and
the
hats
that
flew
off
grey
heads
;
and
the
general
bowing
and
crouching
before
this
wonderful
mortal
the
like
of
which
prostration
of
spirit
was
not
to
be
seen
—
no
,
by
high
Heaven
,
no
!
It
may
be
worth
thinking
of
by
Fawners
of
all
denominations
—
in
Westminster
Abbey
and
Saint
Paul
’
s
Cathedral
put
together
,
on
any
Sunday
in
the
year
.
It
was
a
rapturous
dream
to
Mr
Dorrit
to
find
himself
set
aloft
in
this
public
car
of
triumph
,
making
a
magnificent
progress
to
that
befitting
destination
,
the
golden
Street
of
the
Lombards
.
There
Mr
Merdle
insisted
on
alighting
and
going
his
way
a
-
foot
,
and
leaving
his
poor
equipage
at
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
disposition
.
So
the
dream
increased
in
rapture
when
Mr
Dorrit
came
out
of
the
bank
alone
,
and
people
looked
at
him
in
default
of
Mr
Merdle
,
and
when
,
with
the
ears
of
his
mind
,
he
heard
the
frequent
exclamation
as
he
rolled
glibly
along
,
‘
A
wonderful
man
to
be
Mr
Merdle
’
s
friend
!
’
At
dinner
that
day
,
although
the
occasion
was
not
foreseen
and
provided
for
,
a
brilliant
company
of
such
as
are
not
made
of
the
dust
of
the
earth
,
but
of
some
superior
article
for
the
present
unknown
,
shed
their
lustrous
benediction
upon
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
daughter
’
s
marriage
.
And
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
daughter
that
day
began
,
in
earnest
,
her
competition
with
that
woman
not
present
;
and
began
it
so
well
that
Mr
Dorrit
could
all
but
have
taken
his
affidavit
,
if
required
,
that
Mrs
Sparkler
had
all
her
life
been
lying
at
full
length
in
the
lap
of
luxury
,
and
had
never
heard
of
such
a
rough
word
in
the
English
tongue
as
Marshalsea
.
Next
day
,
and
the
day
after
,
and
every
day
,
all
graced
by
more
dinner
company
,
cards
descended
on
Mr
Dorrit
like
theatrical
snow
.
As
the
friend
and
relative
by
marriage
of
the
illustrious
Merdle
,
Bar
,
Bishop
,
Treasury
,
Chorus
,
Everybody
,
wanted
to
make
or
improve
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
acquaintance
.
In
Mr
Merdle
’
s
heap
of
offices
in
the
City
,
when
Mr
Dorrit
appeared
at
any
of
them
on
his
business
taking
him
Eastward
(
which
it
frequently
did
,
for
it
throve
amazingly
)
,
the
name
of
Dorrit
was
always
a
passport
to
the
great
presence
of
Merdle
.
So
the
dream
increased
in
rapture
every
hour
,
as
Mr
Dorrit
felt
increasingly
sensible
that
this
connection
had
brought
him
forward
indeed
Only
one
thing
sat
otherwise
than
auriferously
,
and
at
the
same
time
lightly
,
on
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
mind
.
It
was
the
Chief
Butler
.
That
stupendous
character
looked
at
him
,
in
the
course
of
his
official
looking
at
the
dinners
,
in
a
manner
that
Mr
Dorrit
considered
questionable
.
He
looked
at
him
,
as
he
passed
through
the
hall
and
up
the
staircase
,
going
to
dinner
,
with
a
glazed
fixedness
that
Mr
Dorrit
did
not
like
.
Seated
at
table
in
the
act
of
drinking
,
Mr
Dorrit
still
saw
him
through
his
wine
-
glass
,
regarding
him
with
a
cold
and
ghostly
eye
.
It
misgave
him
that
the
Chief
Butler
must
have
known
a
Collegian
,
and
must
have
seen
him
in
the
College
—
perhaps
had
been
presented
to
him
.
He
looked
as
closely
at
the
Chief
Butler
as
such
a
man
could
be
looked
at
,
and
yet
he
did
not
recall
that
he
had
ever
seen
him
elsewhere
.
Ultimately
he
was
inclined
to
think
that
there
was
no
reverence
in
the
man
,
no
sentiment
in
the
great
creature
.
But
he
was
not
relieved
by
that
;
for
,
let
him
think
what
he
would
,
the
Chief
Butler
had
him
in
his
supercilious
eye
,
even
when
that
eye
was
on
the
plate
and
other
table
-
garniture
;
and
he
never
let
him
out
of
it
.
To
hint
to
him
that
this
confinement
in
his
eye
was
disagreeable
,
or
to
ask
him
what
he
meant
,
was
an
act
too
daring
to
venture
upon
;
his
severity
with
his
employers
and
their
visitors
being
terrific
,
and
he
never
permitting
himself
to
be
approached
with
the
slightest
liberty
.
The
term
of
Mr
Dorrit
’
s
visit
was
within
two
days
of
being
out
,
and
he
was
about
to
dress
for
another
inspection
by
the
Chief
Butler
(
whose
victims
were
always
dressed
expressly
for
him
)
,
when
one
of
the
servants
of
the
hotel
presented
himself
bearing
a
card
.
Mr
Dorrit
,
taking
it
,
read
:
‘
Mrs
Finching
.
’
The
servant
waited
in
speechless
deference
.
‘
Man
,
man
,
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
turning
upon
him
with
grievous
indignation
,
‘
explain
your
motive
in
bringing
me
this
ridiculous
name
.
I
am
wholly
unacquainted
with
it
.
Finching
,
sir
?
’
said
Mr
Dorrit
,
perhaps
avenging
himself
on
the
Chief
Butler
by
Substitute
.
‘
Ha
!
What
do
you
mean
by
Finching
?
’
