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Her
husband
added
with
some
exultation
,
‘
But
you
may
thank
your
fortunate
stars
—
the
same
stars
that
made
you
Mrs
Quilp
—
you
may
thank
them
that
I
’
m
upon
the
old
gentleman
’
s
track
,
and
have
got
a
new
light
.
So
let
me
hear
no
more
about
this
matter
now
or
at
any
other
time
,
and
don
’
t
get
anything
too
nice
for
dinner
,
for
I
shan
’
t
be
home
to
it
.
’
So
saying
,
Mr
Quilp
put
his
hat
on
and
took
himself
off
,
and
Mrs
Quilp
,
who
was
afflicted
beyond
measure
by
the
recollection
of
the
part
she
had
just
acted
,
shut
herself
up
in
her
chamber
,
and
smothering
her
head
in
the
bed
-
clothes
bemoaned
her
fault
more
bitterly
than
many
less
tender
-
hearted
persons
would
have
mourned
a
much
greater
offence
;
for
,
in
the
majority
of
cases
,
conscience
is
an
elastic
and
very
flexible
article
,
which
will
bear
a
deal
of
stretching
and
adapt
itself
to
a
great
variety
of
circumstances
.
Some
people
by
prudent
management
and
leaving
it
off
piece
by
piece
like
a
flannel
waistcoat
in
warm
weather
,
even
contrive
,
in
time
,
to
dispense
with
it
altogether
;
but
there
be
others
who
can
assume
the
garment
and
throw
it
off
at
pleasure
;
and
this
,
being
the
greatest
and
most
convenient
improvement
,
is
the
one
most
in
vogue
.
Fred
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
‘
remember
the
once
popular
melody
of
Begone
dull
care
;
fan
the
sinking
flame
of
hilarity
with
the
wing
of
friendship
;
and
pass
the
rosy
wine
.
’
Mr
Richard
Swiveller
’
s
apartments
were
in
the
neighbourhood
of
Drury
Lane
,
and
in
addition
to
this
convenience
of
situation
had
the
advantage
of
being
over
a
tobacconist
’
s
shop
,
so
that
he
was
enabled
to
procure
a
refreshing
sneeze
at
any
time
by
merely
stepping
out
upon
the
staircase
,
and
was
saved
the
trouble
and
expense
of
maintaining
a
snuff
-
box
.
It
was
in
these
apartments
that
Mr
Swiveller
made
use
of
the
expressions
above
recorded
for
the
consolation
and
encouragement
of
his
desponding
friend
;
and
it
may
not
be
uninteresting
or
improper
to
remark
that
even
these
brief
observations
partook
in
a
double
sense
of
the
figurative
and
poetical
character
of
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
mind
,
as
the
rosy
wine
was
in
fact
represented
by
one
glass
of
cold
gin
-
and
-
water
,
which
was
replenished
as
occasion
required
from
a
bottle
and
jug
upon
the
table
,
and
was
passed
from
one
to
another
,
in
a
scarcity
of
tumblers
which
,
as
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
was
a
bachelor
’
s
establishment
,
may
be
acknowledged
without
a
blush
.
By
a
like
pleasant
fiction
his
single
chamber
was
always
mentioned
in
a
plural
number
.
In
its
disengaged
times
,
the
tobacconist
had
announced
it
in
his
window
as
‘
apartments
’
for
a
single
gentleman
,
and
Mr
Swiveller
,
following
up
the
hint
,
never
failed
to
speak
of
it
as
his
rooms
,
his
lodgings
,
or
his
chambers
,
conveying
to
his
hearers
a
notion
of
indefinite
space
,
and
leaving
their
imaginations
to
wander
through
long
suites
of
lofty
halls
,
at
pleasure
.
In
this
flight
of
fancy
,
Mr
Swiveller
was
assisted
by
a
deceptive
piece
of
furniture
,
in
reality
a
bedstead
,
but
in
semblance
a
bookcase
,
which
occupied
a
prominent
situation
in
his
chamber
and
seemed
to
defy
suspicion
and
challenge
inquiry
.
There
is
no
doubt
that
by
day
Mr
Swiveller
firmly
believed
this
secret
convenience
to
be
a
bookcase
and
nothing
more
;
that
he
closed
his
eyes
to
the
bed
,
resolutely
denied
the
existence
of
the
blankets
,
and
spurned
the
bolster
from
his
thoughts
.
No
word
of
its
real
use
,
no
hint
of
its
nightly
service
,
no
allusion
to
its
peculiar
properties
,
had
ever
passed
between
him
and
his
most
intimate
friends
.
Implicit
faith
in
the
deception
was
the
first
article
of
his
creed
.
To
be
the
friend
of
Swiveller
you
must
reject
all
circumstantial
evidence
,
all
reason
,
observation
,
and
experience
,
and
repose
a
blind
belief
in
the
bookcase
.
It
was
his
pet
weakness
,
and
he
cherished
it
.
‘
Fred
!
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
finding
that
his
former
adjuration
had
been
productive
of
no
effect
.
‘
Pass
the
rosy
.
’
Young
Trent
with
an
impatient
gesture
pushed
the
glass
towards
him
,
and
fell
again
in
the
moody
attitude
from
which
he
had
been
unwillingly
roused
.
‘
I
’
ll
give
you
,
Fred
,
’
said
his
friend
,
stirring
the
mixture
,
‘
a
little
sentiment
appropriate
to
the
occasion
.
Here
’
s
May
the
—
’
‘
Pshaw
!
’
interposed
the
other
.
‘
You
worry
me
to
death
with
your
chattering
.
You
can
be
merry
under
any
circumstances
.
’
