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He
had
not
sat
in
the
chapel
more
than
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
and
with
his
eyes
piously
fixed
upon
the
ceiling
was
chuckling
inwardly
over
the
joke
of
his
being
there
at
all
,
when
Kit
himself
appeared
.
Watchful
as
a
lynx
,
one
glance
showed
the
dwarf
that
he
had
come
on
business
.
Absorbed
in
appearance
,
as
we
have
seen
,
and
feigning
a
profound
abstraction
,
he
noted
every
circumstance
of
his
behaviour
,
and
when
he
withdrew
with
his
family
,
shot
out
after
him
.
In
fine
,
he
traced
them
to
the
notary
’
s
house
;
learnt
the
destination
of
the
carriage
from
one
of
the
postilions
;
and
knowing
that
a
fast
night
-
coach
started
for
the
same
place
,
at
the
very
hour
which
was
on
the
point
of
striking
,
from
a
street
hard
by
,
darted
round
to
the
coach
-
office
without
more
ado
,
and
took
his
seat
upon
the
roof
.
After
passing
and
repassing
the
carriage
on
the
road
,
and
being
passed
and
repassed
by
it
sundry
times
in
the
course
of
the
night
,
according
as
their
stoppages
were
longer
or
shorter
;
or
their
rate
of
travelling
varied
,
they
reached
the
town
almost
together
.
Quilp
kept
the
chaise
in
sight
,
mingled
with
the
crowd
,
learnt
the
single
gentleman
’
s
errand
,
and
its
failure
,
and
having
possessed
himself
of
all
that
it
was
material
to
know
,
hurried
off
,
reached
the
inn
before
him
,
had
the
interview
just
now
detailed
,
and
shut
himself
up
in
the
little
room
in
which
he
hastily
reviewed
all
these
occurrences
.
‘
You
are
there
,
are
you
,
my
friend
?
’
he
repeated
,
greedily
biting
his
nails
.
‘
I
am
suspected
and
thrown
aside
,
and
Kit
’
s
the
confidential
agent
,
is
he
?
I
shall
have
to
dispose
of
him
,
I
fear
.
If
we
had
come
up
with
them
this
morning
,
’
he
continued
,
after
a
thoughtful
pause
,
‘
I
was
ready
to
prove
a
pretty
good
claim
.
I
could
have
made
my
profit
.
But
for
these
canting
hypocrites
,
the
lad
and
his
mother
,
I
could
get
this
fiery
gentleman
as
comfortably
into
my
net
as
our
old
friend
—
our
mutual
friend
,
ha
!
ha
!
—
and
chubby
,
rosy
Nell
.
At
the
worst
,
it
’
s
a
golden
opportunity
,
not
to
be
lost
.
Let
us
find
them
first
,
and
I
’
ll
find
means
of
draining
you
of
some
of
your
superfluous
cash
,
sir
,
while
there
are
prison
bars
,
and
bolts
,
and
locks
,
to
keep
your
friend
or
kinsman
safely
.
I
hate
your
virtuous
people
!
’
said
the
dwarf
,
throwing
off
a
bumper
of
brandy
,
and
smacking
his
lips
,
‘
ah
!
I
hate
‘
em
every
one
!
’
This
was
not
a
mere
empty
vaunt
,
but
a
deliberate
avowal
of
his
real
sentiments
;
for
Mr
Quilp
,
who
loved
nobody
,
had
by
little
and
little
come
to
hate
everybody
nearly
or
remotely
connected
with
his
ruined
client
:
—
the
old
man
himself
,
because
he
had
been
able
to
deceive
him
and
elude
his
vigilance
—
the
child
,
because
she
was
the
object
of
Mrs
Quilp
’
s
commiseration
and
constant
self
-
reproach
—
the
single
gentleman
,
because
of
his
unconcealed
aversion
to
himself
—
Kit
and
his
mother
,
most
mortally
,
for
the
reasons
shown
.
Above
and
beyond
that
general
feeling
of
opposition
to
them
,
which
would
have
been
inseparable
from
his
ravenous
desire
to
enrich
himself
by
these
altered
circumstances
,
Daniel
Quilp
hated
them
every
one
.
In
this
amiable
mood
,
Mr
Quilp
enlivened
himself
and
his
hatreds
with
more
brandy
,
and
then
,
changing
his
quarters
,
withdrew
to
an
obscure
alehouse
,
under
cover
of
which
seclusion
he
instituted
all
possible
inquiries
that
might
lead
to
the
discovery
of
the
old
man
and
his
grandchild
.
But
all
was
in
vain
.
Not
the
slightest
trace
or
clue
could
be
obtained
.
They
had
left
the
town
by
night
;
no
one
had
seen
them
go
;
no
one
had
met
them
on
the
road
;
the
driver
of
no
coach
,
cart
,
or
waggon
,
had
seen
any
travellers
answering
their
description
;
nobody
had
fallen
in
with
them
,
or
heard
of
them
.
Convinced
at
last
that
for
the
present
all
such
attempts
were
hopeless
,
he
appointed
two
or
three
scouts
,
with
promises
of
large
rewards
in
case
of
their
forwarding
him
any
intelligence
,
and
returned
to
London
by
next
day
’
s
coach
.
It
was
some
gratification
to
Mr
Quilp
to
find
,
as
he
took
his
place
upon
the
roof
,
that
Kit
’
s
mother
was
alone
inside
;
from
which
circumstance
he
derived
in
the
course
of
the
journey
much
cheerfulness
of
spirit
,
inasmuch
as
her
solitary
condition
enabled
him
to
terrify
her
with
many
extraordinary
annoyances
;
such
as
hanging
over
the
side
of
the
coach
at
the
risk
of
his
life
,
and
staring
in
with
his
great
goggle
eyes
,
which
seemed
in
hers
the
more
horrible
from
his
face
being
upside
down
;
dodging
her
in
this
way
from
one
window
to
another
;
getting
nimbly
down
whenever
they
changed
horses
and
thrusting
his
head
in
at
the
window
with
a
dismal
squint
:
which
ingenious
tortures
had
such
an
effect
upon
Mrs
Nubbles
,
that
she
was
quite
unable
for
the
time
to
resist
the
belief
that
Mr
Quilp
did
in
his
own
person
represent
and
embody
that
Evil
Power
,
who
was
so
vigorously
attacked
at
Little
Bethel
,
and
who
,
by
reason
of
her
backslidings
in
respect
of
Astley
’
s
and
oysters
,
was
now
frolicsome
and
rampant
.
Kit
,
having
been
apprised
by
letter
of
his
mother
’
s
intended
return
,
was
waiting
for
her
at
the
coach
-
office
;
and
great
was
his
surprise
when
he
saw
,
leering
over
the
coachman
’
s
shoulder
like
some
familiar
demon
,
invisible
to
all
eyes
but
his
,
the
well
-
known
face
of
Quilp
.
‘
How
are
you
,
Christopher
?
’
croaked
the
dwarf
from
the
coach
-
top
.
‘
All
right
,
Christopher
.
Mother
’
s
inside
.
