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‘
Not
at
present
,
sir
,
not
at
present
.
I
am
going
,
’
said
the
Patriarch
,
finishing
his
mixture
,
and
rising
with
an
amiable
air
,
‘
to
take
a
little
stroll
,
a
little
stroll
.
Perhaps
I
shall
find
you
here
when
I
come
back
.
If
not
,
sir
,
duty
,
duty
;
squeeze
,
squeeze
,
squeeze
,
on
Monday
;
squeeze
on
Monday
!
’
Mr
Pancks
,
after
another
stiffening
of
his
hair
,
looked
on
at
the
Patriarchal
assumption
of
the
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
with
a
momentary
appearance
of
indecision
contending
with
a
sense
of
injury
.
He
was
also
hotter
than
at
first
,
and
breathed
harder
.
But
he
suffered
Mr
Casby
to
go
out
,
without
offering
any
further
remark
,
and
then
took
a
peep
at
him
over
the
little
green
window
-
blinds
.
‘
I
thought
so
,
’
he
observed
.
‘
I
knew
where
you
were
bound
to
.
Good
!
’
He
then
steamed
back
to
his
Dock
,
put
it
carefully
in
order
,
took
down
his
hat
,
looked
round
the
Dock
,
said
‘
Good
-
bye
!
’
and
puffed
away
on
his
own
account
.
He
steered
straight
for
Mrs
Plornish
’
s
end
of
Bleeding
Heart
Yard
,
and
arrived
there
,
at
the
top
of
the
steps
,
hotter
than
ever
.
At
the
top
of
the
steps
,
resisting
Mrs
Plornish
’
s
invitations
to
come
and
sit
along
with
father
in
Happy
Cottage
—
which
to
his
relief
were
not
so
numerous
as
they
would
have
been
on
any
other
night
than
Saturday
,
when
the
connection
who
so
gallantly
supported
the
business
with
everything
but
money
gave
their
orders
freely
—
at
the
top
of
the
steps
Mr
Pancks
remained
until
he
beheld
the
Patriarch
,
who
always
entered
the
Yard
at
the
other
end
,
slowly
advancing
,
beaming
,
and
surrounded
by
suitors
.
Then
Mr
Pancks
descended
and
bore
down
upon
him
,
with
his
utmost
pressure
of
steam
on
.
The
Patriarch
,
approaching
with
his
usual
benignity
,
was
surprised
to
see
Mr
Pancks
,
but
supposed
him
to
have
been
stimulated
to
an
immediate
squeeze
instead
of
postponing
that
operation
until
Monday
.
The
population
of
the
Yard
were
astonished
at
the
meeting
,
for
the
two
powers
had
never
been
seen
there
together
,
within
the
memory
of
the
oldest
Bleeding
Heart
.
But
they
were
overcome
by
unutterable
amazement
when
Mr
Pancks
,
going
close
up
to
the
most
venerable
of
men
and
halting
in
front
of
the
bottle
-
green
waistcoat
,
made
a
trigger
of
his
right
thumb
and
forefinger
,
applied
the
same
to
the
brim
of
the
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
and
,
with
singular
smartness
and
precision
,
shot
it
off
the
polished
head
as
if
it
had
been
a
large
marble
.
Having
taken
this
little
liberty
with
the
Patriarchal
person
,
Mr
Pancks
further
astounded
and
attracted
the
Bleeding
Hearts
by
saying
in
an
audible
voice
,
‘
Now
,
you
sugary
swindler
,
I
mean
to
have
it
out
with
you
!
’
Mr
Pancks
and
the
Patriarch
were
instantly
the
centre
of
a
press
,
all
eyes
and
ears
;
windows
were
thrown
open
,
and
door
-
steps
were
thronged
.
‘
What
do
you
pretend
to
be
?
’
said
Mr
Pancks
.
‘
What
’
s
your
moral
game
?
What
do
you
go
in
for
?
Benevolence
,
an
’
t
it
?
You
benevolent
!
’
Here
Mr
Pancks
,
apparently
without
the
intention
of
hitting
him
,
but
merely
to
relieve
his
mind
and
expend
his
superfluous
power
in
wholesome
exercise
,
aimed
a
blow
at
the
bumpy
head
,
which
the
bumpy
head
ducked
to
avoid
.
This
singular
performance
was
repeated
,
to
the
ever
-
increasing
admiration
of
the
spectators
,
at
the
end
of
every
succeeding
article
of
Mr
Pancks
’
s
oration
.
‘
I
have
discharged
myself
from
your
service
,
’
said
Pancks
,
‘
that
I
may
tell
you
what
you
are
.
You
’
re
one
of
a
lot
of
impostors
that
are
the
worst
lot
of
all
the
lots
to
be
met
with
.
Speaking
as
a
sufferer
by
both
,
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
wouldn
’
t
as
soon
have
the
Merdle
lot
as
your
lot
.
