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But
knowing
the
scheme
they
had
planned
,
why
should
he
offer
to
assist
it
?
This
was
a
question
more
difficult
of
solution
;
but
as
knaves
generally
overreach
themselves
by
imputing
their
own
designs
to
others
,
the
idea
immediately
presented
itself
that
some
circumstances
of
irritation
between
Quilp
and
the
old
man
,
arising
out
of
their
secret
transactions
and
not
unconnected
perhaps
with
his
sudden
disappearance
,
now
rendered
the
former
desirous
of
revenging
himself
upon
him
by
seeking
to
entrap
the
sole
object
of
his
love
and
anxiety
into
a
connexion
of
which
he
knew
he
had
a
dread
and
hatred
.
As
Frederick
Trent
himself
,
utterly
regardless
of
his
sister
,
had
this
object
at
heart
,
only
second
to
the
hope
of
gain
,
it
seemed
to
him
the
more
likely
to
be
Quilp
’
s
main
principle
of
action
.
Once
investing
the
dwarf
with
a
design
of
his
own
in
abetting
them
,
which
the
attainment
of
their
purpose
would
serve
,
it
was
easy
to
believe
him
sincere
and
hearty
in
the
cause
;
and
as
there
could
be
no
doubt
of
his
proving
a
powerful
and
useful
auxiliary
,
Trent
determined
to
accept
his
invitation
and
go
to
his
house
that
night
,
and
if
what
he
said
and
did
confirmed
him
in
the
impression
he
had
formed
,
to
let
him
share
the
labour
of
their
plan
,
but
not
the
profit
.
Having
revolved
these
things
in
his
mind
and
arrived
at
this
conclusion
,
he
communicated
to
Mr
Swiveller
as
much
of
his
meditations
as
he
thought
proper
(
Dick
would
have
been
perfectly
satisfied
with
less
)
,
and
giving
him
the
day
to
recover
himself
from
his
late
salamandering
,
accompanied
him
at
evening
to
Mr
Quilp
’
s
house
.
Mighty
glad
Mr
Quilp
was
to
see
them
,
or
mightily
glad
he
seemed
to
be
;
and
fearfully
polite
Mr
Quilp
was
to
Mrs
Quilp
and
Mrs
Jiniwin
;
and
very
sharp
was
the
look
he
cast
on
his
wife
to
observe
how
she
was
affected
by
the
recognition
of
young
Trent
.
Mrs
Quilp
was
as
innocent
as
her
own
mother
of
any
emotion
,
painful
or
pleasant
,
which
the
sight
of
him
awakened
,
but
as
her
husband
’
s
glance
made
her
timid
and
confused
,
and
uncertain
what
to
do
or
what
was
required
of
her
,
Mr
Quilp
did
not
fail
to
assign
her
embarrassment
to
the
cause
he
had
in
his
mind
,
and
while
he
chuckled
at
his
penetration
was
secretly
exasperated
by
his
jealousy
.
Nothing
of
this
appeared
,
however
.
On
the
contrary
,
Mr
Quilp
was
all
blandness
and
suavity
,
and
presided
over
the
case
-
bottle
of
rum
with
extraordinary
open
-
heartedness
.
‘
Why
,
let
me
see
,
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
It
must
be
a
matter
of
nearly
two
years
since
we
were
first
acquainted
.
’
‘
Nearer
three
,
I
think
,
’
said
Trent
.
‘
Nearer
three
!
’
cried
Quilp
.
‘
How
fast
time
flies
.
Does
it
seem
as
long
as
that
to
you
,
Mrs
Quilp
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
think
it
seems
full
three
years
,
Quilp
,
’
was
the
unfortunate
reply
.
‘
Oh
indeed
,
ma
’
am
,
’
thought
Quilp
,
‘
you
have
been
pining
,
have
you
?
Very
good
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
It
seems
to
me
but
yesterday
that
you
went
out
to
Demerara
in
the
Mary
Anne
,
’
said
Quilp
;
‘
but
yesterday
,
I
declare
.
Well
,
I
like
a
little
wildness
.
I
was
wild
myself
once
.
