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think what the Chief Butler's opinion of him would have been； if that
illustrious personage could have plumbed with that heavy eye of his the
stream of his meditations。
The farewell banquet was of a gorgeous nature； and wound up his visit
in a most brilliant manner。 Fanny bined with the attractions of her
youth and beauty； a certain weight of self…sustainment as if she had
been married twenty years。 He felt that he could leave her with a
quiet mind to tread the paths of distinction； and wished……but without
abatement of patronage； and without prejudice to the retiring virtues of
his favourite child……that he had such another daughter。
'My dear；' he told her at parting； 'our family looks to you
to……ha……assert its dignity and……hum……maintain its importance。 I know you
will never disappoint it。'
'No； papa；' said Fanny； 'you may rely upon that； I think。 My best love
to dearest Amy； and I will write to her very soon。'
'Shall I convey any message to……ha……anybody else？' asked Mr Dorrit； in
an insinuating manner。
'Papa；' said Fanny； before whom Mrs General instantly loomed； 'no； I
thank you。 You are very kind； Pa； but I must beg to be excused。 There
is no other message to send； I thank you； dear papa； that it would be at
all agreeable to you to take。'
They parted in an outer drawing…room； where only Mr Sparkler waited
on his lady； and dutifully bided his time for shaking hands。 When Mr
Sparkler was admitted to this closing audience； Mr Merdle came creeping
in with not much more appearance of arms in his sleeves than if he
had been the twin brother of Miss Biffin； and insisted on escorting
Mr Dorrit down…stairs。 All Mr Dorrit's protestations being in vain；
he enjoyed the honour of being acpanied to the hall…door by this
distinguished man； who （as Mr Dorrit told him in shaking hands on the
step） had really overwhelmed him with attentions and services during
this memorable visit。 Thus they parted； Mr Dorrit entering his carriage
with a swelling breast； not at all sorry that his Courier； who had
e to take leave in the lower regions； should have an opportunity of
beholding the grandeur of his departure。
The aforesaid grandeur was yet full upon Mr Dorrit when he alighted at
his hotel。 Helped out by the Courier and some half…dozen of the hotel
servants； he was passing through the hall with a serene magnificence；
when lo！ a sight presented itself that struck him dumb and motionless。
John Chivery； in his best clothes； with his tall hat under his arm； his
ivory…handled cane genteelly embarrassing his deportment； and a bundle
of cigars in his hand！
'Now； young man；' said the porter。 'This is the gentleman。 This young
man has persisted in waiting； sir； saying you would be glad to see him。'
Mr Dorrit glared on the young man； choked； and said； in the mildest of
tones； 'Ah！ Young John！ It is Young John； I think； is it not？'
'Yes； sir；' returned Young John。
'I……ha……thought it was Young john！' said Mr Dorrit。 'The young man may
e up；' turning to the attendants； as he passed on： 'oh yes； he may
e up。 Let Young John follow。 I will speak to him above。'
Young John followed； smiling and much gratified。 Mr Dorrit's rooms were
reached。 Candles were lighted。 The attendants withdrew。
'Now； sir；' said Mr Dorrit； turning round upon him and seizing him by
the collar when they were safely alone。 'What do you mean by this？'
The amazement and horror depicted in the unfortunate john's face……for
he had rather expected to be embraced next……were of that powerfully
expressive nature that Mr Dorrit withdrew his hand and merely glared at
him。
'How dare you do this？' said Mr Dorrit。 'How do you presume to e
here？ How dare you insult me？'
'I insult you； sir？' cried Young John。 'Oh！'
'Yes； sir；' returned Mr Dorrit。 'Insult me。 Your ing here is an
affront； an impertinence； an audacity。 You are not wanted here。
Who sent you here？ What……ha……the Devil do you do here？'
'I thought； sir；' said Young John； with as pale and shocked a face as
ever had been turned to Mr Dorrit's in his life……even in his College
life： 'I thought； sir； you mightn't object to have the goodness to
accept a bundle……'
'Damn your bundle； sir！' cried Mr Dorrit； in irrepressible rage。
'I……hum……don't smoke。'
'I humbly beg your pardon； sir。 You used to。'
'Tell me that again；' cried Mr Dorrit； quite beside himself； 'and I'll
take the poker to you！'
John Chivery backed to the door。
'Stop； sir！' cried Mr Dorrit。 'Stop！ Sit down。 Confound you sit down！'
John Chivery dropped into the chair nearest the door； and Mr Dorrit
walked up and down the room； rapidly at first； then； more slowly。 Once；
he went to the window； and stood there with his forehead against the
glass。 All of a sudden； he turned and said：
'What else did you e for； Sir？'
'Nothing else in the world； sir。 Oh dear me！ Only to say； Sir； that I
hoped you was well； and only to ask if Miss Amy was Well？'
'What's that to you； sir？' retorted Mr Dorrit。
'It's nothing to me； sir； by rights。 I never thought of lessening the
distance betwixt us； I am sure。 I know it's a liberty； sir； but I never
thought you'd have taken it ill。 Upon my word and honour； sir；' said
Young John； with emotion； 'in my poor way； I am too proud to have e；
I assure you； if I had thought so。'
Mr Dorrit was ashamed。 He went back to the window； and leaned his
forehead against the glass for some time。 When he turned； he had his
handkerchief in his hand； and he had been wiping his eyes with it； and
he looked tired and ill。
'Young John； I am very sorry to have been hasty with you； but……ha……some
remembrances are not happy remembrances； and……hum……you shouldn't have
e。'
'I feel that now； sir；' returned John Chivery； 'but I didn't before； and
Heaven knows I meant no harm； sir。'
'No。 No；' said Mr Dorrit。 'I am……hum……sure of that。 Ha。 Give me your
hand； Young John； give me your hand。'
Young John gave it； but Mr Dorrit had driven his heart out of it； and
nothing could change his face now； from its white； shocked look。
'There！' said Mr Dorrit； slowly shaking hands with him。 'Sit down again；
Young John。'
'Thank you； sir……but I'd rather stand。'
Mr Dorrit sat down instead。 After painfully holding his head a little
while； he turned it to his visitor； and said； with an effort to be easy：
'And how is your father； Young John？ How……ha……how are they all； Young
John？'
'Thank you； sir； They're all pretty well； sir。 They're not any ways
plaining。'
'Hum。 You are in your……ha……old business I see； John？' said Mr Dorrit；
with a glance at the offending bundle he had anathematised。
'Partly； sir。 I am in my'……John hesitated a little……'father's business
likewise。'
'Oh indeed！' said Mr Dorrit。 'Do you……ha hum……go upon the ha……'
'Lock； sir？ Yes； sir。'
'Much to do； John？'
'Yes； sir； we're pretty heavy at present。 I don't know how it is； but we
generally ARE pretty heavy。'
'At this time of the year； Young John？'
'Mostly at all times of the year； sir。 I don't know the time that makes
much difference to us。 I wish you good night； sir。'
'Stay a moment； John……ha……stay a moment。 Hum。 Leave me the cigars； John；
I……ha……beg。'
'Certainly； sir。' John put them； with a trembling hand； on the table。
'Stay a moment； Young John； stay another moment。 It would be a……ha……a
gratification to me to send a little……hum……Testimonial； by such a trusty
messenger； to be divided among……ha hum……them……them……according to their
wants。 Would you object to take it； John？'
'Not in any ways； sir。 There's many of them； I'm sure； that would be the
better for it。'
'Thank you； John。 I……ha……I'll write it； John。'
His hand shook so that he was a long time writing it； and wrote it in
a tremulous scrawl at last。 It was a cheque for one hundred pounds。 He
folded it up； put it in Young john's hand； and pressed the hand in his。
'I hope you'll……ha……overlook……hum……what has passed； John。'
'Don't speak of it； sir； on any accounts。 I don't in any ways bear
malice； I'm sure。'
But nothing while John was there could change John's face to its natural
colour and expression； or restore John's natural manner。
'And； John；' said Mr Dorrit； giving his hand a final pressure； and
releasing it； 'I hope we……ha……agree that we have spoken together
in confidence； and that you will abstain； in going out； from saying
anything to any one that might……hum……suggest that……ha……once I……'
'Oh！ I assure you； sir；' returned John Chivery； 'in my poor humble way；
sir； I'm too proud and honourable to do it； sir。'
Mr Dorrit was not too proud and honourable to listen at the door that
he might ascertain for himself whether John really went straight out； or
lingered to have any talk with any one。 There was no doubt that he went
direct out at the door； and away down the street with a quick step。
After remaining alone for an hour； Mr Dorrit rang for the Courier；
who found him with his chair on the hearth…rug； sitting with his back
towards him and his face to the fire。 'You can take that bundle of
cigars to smoke on the journey； if you like；' said Mr Dorrit； with
a careless wave of his hand。 'Ha……brought by……hum……little offering
from……ha……son of old tenant of mine。'
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