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Mrs
General
then
took
herself
off
in
a
stately
way
,
and
not
with
that
amount
of
trepidation
upon
her
which
might
have
been
expected
in
a
less
remarkable
woman
.
Mr
Dorrit
,
who
had
conducted
his
part
of
the
dialogue
with
a
certain
majestic
and
admiring
condescension
—
much
as
some
people
may
be
seen
to
conduct
themselves
in
Church
,
and
to
perform
their
part
in
the
service
—
appeared
,
on
the
whole
,
very
well
satisfied
with
himself
and
with
Mrs
General
too
.
On
the
return
of
that
lady
to
tea
,
she
had
touched
herself
up
with
a
little
powder
and
pomatum
,
and
was
not
without
moral
enchantment
likewise
:
the
latter
showing
itself
in
much
sweet
patronage
of
manner
towards
Miss
Dorrit
,
and
in
an
air
of
as
tender
interest
in
Mr
Dorrit
as
was
consistent
with
rigid
propriety
.
At
the
close
of
the
evening
,
when
she
rose
to
retire
,
Mr
Dorrit
took
her
by
the
hand
as
if
he
were
going
to
lead
her
out
into
the
Piazza
of
the
people
to
walk
a
minuet
by
moonlight
,
and
with
great
solemnity
conducted
her
to
the
room
door
,
where
he
raised
her
knuckles
to
his
lips
.
Having
parted
from
her
with
what
may
be
conjectured
to
have
been
a
rather
bony
kiss
of
a
cosmetic
flavour
,
he
gave
his
daughter
his
blessing
,
graciously
.
And
having
thus
hinted
that
there
was
something
remarkable
in
the
wind
,
he
again
went
to
bed
.
He
remained
in
the
seclusion
of
his
own
chamber
next
morning
;
but
,
early
in
the
afternoon
,
sent
down
his
best
compliments
to
Mrs
General
,
by
Mr
Tinkler
,
and
begged
she
would
accompany
Miss
Dorrit
on
an
airing
without
him
.
His
daughter
was
dressed
for
Mrs
Merdle
’
s
dinner
before
he
appeared
.
He
then
presented
himself
in
a
refulgent
condition
as
to
his
attire
,
but
looking
indefinably
shrunken
and
old
.
However
,
as
he
was
plainly
determined
to
be
angry
with
her
if
she
so
much
as
asked
him
how
he
was
,
she
only
ventured
to
kiss
his
cheek
,
before
accompanying
him
to
Mrs
Merdle
’
s
with
an
anxious
heart
.
The
distance
that
they
had
to
go
was
very
short
,
but
he
was
at
his
building
work
again
before
the
carriage
had
half
traversed
it
.
Mrs
Merdle
received
him
with
great
distinction
;
the
bosom
was
in
admirable
preservation
,
and
on
the
best
terms
with
itself
;
the
dinner
was
very
choice
;
and
the
company
was
very
select
.
It
was
principally
English
;
saving
that
it
comprised
the
usual
French
Count
and
the
usual
Italian
Marchese
—
decorative
social
milestones
,
always
to
be
found
in
certain
places
,
and
varying
very
little
in
appearance
.
The
table
was
long
,
and
the
dinner
was
long
;
and
Little
Dorrit
,
overshadowed
by
a
large
pair
of
black
whiskers
and
a
large
white
cravat
,
lost
sight
of
her
father
altogether
,
until
a
servant
put
a
scrap
of
paper
in
her
hand
,
with
a
whispered
request
from
Mrs
Merdle
that
she
would
read
it
directly
.
Mrs
Merdle
had
written
on
it
in
pencil
,
‘
Pray
come
and
speak
to
Mr
Dorrit
,
I
doubt
if
he
is
well
.
’
She
was
hurrying
to
him
,
unobserved
,
when
he
got
up
out
of
his
chair
,
and
leaning
over
the
table
called
to
her
,
supposing
her
to
be
still
in
her
place
:
‘
Amy
,
Amy
,
my
child
!
’
The
action
was
so
unusual
,
to
say
nothing
of
his
strange
eager
appearance
and
strange
eager
voice
,
that
it
instantaneously
caused
a
profound
silence
.
‘
Amy
,
my
dear
,
’
he
repeated
.
‘
Will
you
go
and
see
if
Bob
is
on
the
lock
?
’
