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‘
Yes
,
’
he
went
on
,
‘
that
handsome
lady
and
strong
spirit
addresses
me
in
the
street
,
and
I
am
not
insensible
.
I
respond
.
That
handsome
lady
and
strong
spirit
does
me
the
favour
to
remark
,
in
full
confidence
,
“
I
have
my
curiosity
,
and
I
have
my
chagrins
.
You
are
not
more
than
ordinarily
honourable
,
perhaps
?
”
I
announce
myself
,
“
Madame
,
a
gentleman
from
the
birth
,
and
a
gentleman
to
the
death
;
but
not
more
than
ordinarily
honourable
.
I
despise
such
a
weak
fantasy
.
”
Thereupon
she
is
pleased
to
compliment
.
“
The
difference
between
you
and
the
rest
is
,
”
she
answers
,
“
that
you
say
so
.
”
For
she
knows
Society
.
I
accept
her
congratulations
with
gallantry
and
politeness
.
Politeness
and
little
gallantries
are
inseparable
from
my
character
.
She
then
makes
a
proposition
,
which
is
,
in
effect
,
that
she
has
seen
us
much
together
;
that
it
appears
to
her
that
I
am
for
the
passing
time
the
cat
of
the
house
,
the
friend
of
the
family
;
that
her
curiosity
and
her
chagrins
awaken
the
fancy
to
be
acquainted
with
their
movements
,
to
know
the
manner
of
their
life
,
how
the
fair
Gowana
is
beloved
,
how
the
fair
Gowana
is
cherished
,
and
so
on
.
She
is
not
rich
,
but
offers
such
and
such
little
recompenses
for
the
little
cares
and
derangements
of
such
services
;
and
I
graciously
—
to
do
everything
graciously
is
a
part
of
my
character
—
consent
to
accept
them
.
O
yes
!
So
goes
the
world
.
It
is
the
mode
.
’
Though
Clennam
’
s
back
was
turned
while
he
spoke
,
and
thenceforth
to
the
end
of
the
interview
,
he
kept
those
glittering
eyes
of
his
that
were
too
near
together
,
upon
him
,
and
evidently
saw
in
the
very
carriage
of
the
head
,
as
he
passed
with
his
braggart
recklessness
from
clause
to
clause
of
what
he
said
,
that
he
was
saying
nothing
which
Clennam
did
not
already
know
.
‘
Whoof
!
The
fair
Gowana
!
’
he
said
,
lighting
a
third
cigarette
with
a
sound
as
if
his
lightest
breath
could
blow
her
away
.
‘
Charming
,
but
imprudent
!
For
it
was
not
well
of
the
fair
Gowana
to
make
mysteries
of
letters
from
old
lovers
,
in
her
bedchamber
on
the
mountain
,
that
her
husband
might
not
see
them
.
No
,
no
.
That
was
not
well
.
Whoof
!
The
Gowana
was
mistaken
there
.
’
‘
I
earnestly
hope
,
’
cried
Arthur
aloud
,
‘
that
Pancks
may
not
be
long
gone
,
for
this
man
’
s
presence
pollutes
the
room
.
’
‘
Ah
!
But
he
’
ll
flourish
here
,
and
everywhere
,
’
said
Rigaud
,
with
an
exulting
look
and
snap
of
his
fingers
.
‘
He
always
has
;
he
always
will
!
’
Stretching
his
body
out
on
the
only
three
chairs
in
the
room
besides
that
on
which
Clennam
sat
,
he
sang
,
smiting
himself
on
the
breast
as
the
gallant
personage
of
the
song
.
‘
Who
passes
by
this
road
so
late
?
Compagnon
de
la
Majolaine
!
Who
passes
by
this
road
so
late
?
Always
gay
!
