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‘
Why
,
you
ridiculous
man
?
’
asked
Mrs
Merdle
,
laughing
.
Bar
waved
his
double
eye
-
glass
three
or
four
times
between
himself
and
the
Bosom
,
as
a
rallying
answer
,
and
inquired
in
his
most
insinuating
accents
:
‘
What
am
I
to
call
the
most
elegant
,
accomplished
and
charming
of
women
,
a
few
weeks
,
or
it
may
be
a
few
days
,
hence
?
’
‘
Didn
’
t
your
bird
tell
you
what
to
call
her
?
’
answered
Mrs
Merdle
.
‘
Do
ask
it
to
-
morrow
,
and
tell
me
the
next
time
you
see
me
what
it
says
.
’
This
led
to
further
passages
of
similar
pleasantry
between
the
two
;
but
Bar
,
with
all
his
sharpness
,
got
nothing
out
of
them
.
Physician
,
on
the
other
hand
,
taking
Mrs
Merdle
down
to
her
carriage
and
attending
on
her
as
she
put
on
her
cloak
,
inquired
into
the
symptoms
with
his
usual
calm
directness
.
‘
May
I
ask
,
’
he
said
,
‘
is
this
true
about
Merdle
?
’
‘
My
dear
doctor
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
you
ask
me
the
very
question
that
I
was
half
disposed
to
ask
you
.
’
‘
To
ask
me
!
Why
me
?
’
‘
Upon
my
honour
,
I
think
Mr
Merdle
reposes
greater
confidence
in
you
than
in
any
one
.
’
‘
On
the
contrary
,
he
tells
me
absolutely
nothing
,
even
professionally
.
You
have
heard
the
talk
,
of
course
?
’
