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‘
Nonsense
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
;
‘
it
was
not
your
fault
that
he
fell
in
love
with
you
,
I
suppose
?
Yes
it
was
,
though
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
,
looking
rather
slily
at
Arabella
.
‘
It
was
your
fault
.
He
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
’
This
little
compliment
,
or
the
little
gentleman
’
s
odd
way
of
paying
it
,
or
his
altered
manner
—
so
much
kinder
than
it
was
,
at
first
—
or
all
three
together
,
forced
a
smile
from
Arabella
in
the
midst
of
her
tears
.
‘
Where
’
s
your
husband
?
’
inquired
the
old
gentleman
,
abruptly
;
stopping
a
smile
which
was
just
coming
over
his
own
face
.
‘
I
expect
him
every
instant
,
sir
,
’
said
Arabella
.
‘
I
persuaded
him
to
take
a
walk
this
morning
.
He
is
very
low
and
wretched
at
not
having
heard
from
his
father
.
’
‘
Low
,
is
he
?
’
said
the
old
gentlemen
.
‘
Serve
him
right
!
’
‘
He
feels
it
on
my
account
,
I
am
afraid
,
’
said
Arabella
;
‘
and
indeed
,
Sir
,
I
feel
it
deeply
on
his
.
I
have
been
the
sole
means
of
bringing
him
to
his
present
condition
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
mind
it
on
his
account
,
my
dear
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
It
serves
him
right
.
I
am
glad
of
it
—
actually
glad
of
it
,
as
far
as
he
is
concerned
.
’
The
words
were
scarcely
out
of
the
old
gentleman
’
s
lips
,
when
footsteps
were
heard
ascending
the
stairs
,
which
he
and
Arabella
seemed
both
to
recognise
at
the
same
moment
.
The
little
gentleman
turned
pale
;
and
,
making
a
strong
effort
to
appear
composed
,
stood
up
,
as
Mr
.
Winkle
entered
the
room
.
‘
Father
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Winkle
,
recoiling
in
amazement
.
