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close up behind them in the darkness； like their own perspective of the
past。
The voices of Mr and Mrs Meagles and Doyce were audible directly；
speaking near the garden gate。 Hearing Pet's name among them； Clennam
called out； 'She is here； with me。' There was some little wondering and
laughing until they came up； but as soon as they had all e together；
it ceased； and Pet glided away。
Mr Meagles； Doyce； and Clennam； without speaking； walked up and down
on the brink of the river； in the light of the rising moon； for a few
minutes； and then Doyce lingered behind； and went into the house。 Mr
Meagles and Clennam walked up and down together for a few minutes more
without speaking； until at length the former broke silence。
'Arthur；' said he； using that familiar address for the first time in
their munication； 'do you remember my telling you； as we walked up
and down one hot morning； looking over the harbour at Marseilles； that
Pet's baby sister who was dead seemed to Mother and me to have grown as
she had grown； and changed as she had changed？'
'Very well。'
'You remember my saying that our thoughts had never been able to
separate those twin sisters； and that； in our fancy； whatever Pet was；
the other was？'
'Yes； very well。'
'Arthur；' said Mr Meagles； much subdued； 'I carry that fancy further
to…night。 I feel to…night； my dear fellow； as if you had loved my dead
child very tenderly； and had lost her when she was like what Pet is
now。'
'Thank you！' murmured Clennam； 'thank you！' And pressed his hand。
'Will you e in？' said Mr Meagles； presently。
'In a little while。'
Mr Meagles fell away； and he was left alone。 When he had walked on the
river's brink in the peaceful moonlight for some half an hour； he put
his hand in his breast and tenderly took out the handful of roses。
Perhaps he put them to his heart； perhaps he put them to his lips； but
certainly he bent down on the shore and gently launched them on the
flowing river。 Pale and unreal in the moonlight； the river floated them
away。 The lights were bright within doors when he entered； and the
faces on which they shone； his own face not excepted； were soon quietly
cheerful。 They talked of many subjects （his partner never had had such a
ready store to draw upon for the beguiling of the time）； and so to
bed； and to sleep。 While the flowers； pale and unreal in the moonlight；
floated away upon the river； and thus do greater things that once were
in our breasts； and near our hearts； flow from us to the eternal seas。
CHAPTER 29。 Mrs Flintwinch goes on Dreaming
The house in the city preserved its heavy dulness through all these
transactions； and the invalid within it turned the same unvarying
round of life。 Morning； noon； and night； morning； noon； and night； each
recurring with its acpanying monotony； always the same reluctant
return of the same sequences of machinery； like a dragging piece of
clockwork。
The wheeled chair had its associated remembrances and reveries； one may
suppose； as every place that is made the station of a human being has。
Pictures of demolished streets and altered houses； as they formerly were
when the occupant of the chair was familiar with them； images of people
as they too used to be； with little or no allowance made for the lapse
of time since they were seen； of these； there must have been many in the
long routine of gloomy days。 To stop the clock of busy existence at the
hour when it； to suppose mankind
stricken motionless when we were brought to a stand…still； to be unable
to measure the changes beyond our view by any larger standard than
the shrunken one of our own uniform and contracted existence； is the
infirmity of many invalids； and the mental unhealthiness of almost all
recluses。
What scenes and actors the stern woman most reviewed； as she sat
from season to season in her one dark room； none knew but herself。 Mr
Flintwinch； with his wry presence brought to bear upon her daily like
some eccentric mechanical force； would perhaps have screwed it out of
her； if there had been less resistance in her； but she was too strong
for him。 So far as Mistress Affery was concerned； to regard her
liege…lord and her disabled mistress with a face of blank wonder； to
go about the house after dark with her apron over her head； always to
listen for the strange noises and sometimes to hear them； and never
to emerge from her ghostly； dreamy； sleep…waking state； was occupation
enough for her。
There was a fair stroke of business doing； as Mistress Affery made out；
for her husband had abundant occupation in his little office； and saw
more people than had been used to e there for some years。 This might
easily be； the house having been long deserted； but he did receive
letters； and ers； and keep books； and correspond。 Moreover； he went
about to other counting…houses； and to wharves； and docks； and to the
Custom House；' and to Garraway's Coffee House； and the Jerusalem Coffee
House； and on 'Change； so that he was much in and out。 He began； too；
sometimes of an evening； when Mrs Clennam expressed no particular wish
for his society； to resort to a tavern in the neighbourhood to look at
the shipping news and closing prices in the evening paper； and even to
exchange Small socialities with mercantile Sea Captains who frequented
that establishment。 At some period of every day； he and Mrs Clennam held
a council on matters of business； and it appeared to Affery； who was
always groping about； listening and watching； that the two clever ones
were making money。
The state of mind into which Mr Flintwinch's dazed lady had fallen； had
now begun to be so expressed in all her looks and actions that she was
held in very low account by the two clever ones； as a person； never
of strong intellect； who was being foolish。 Perhaps because her
appearance was not of a mercial cast； or perhaps because it occurred
to him that his having taken her to wife might expose his judgment to
doubt in the minds of customers； Mr Flintwinch laid his mands upon
her that she should hold her peace on the subject of her conjugal
relations； and should no longer call him Jeremiah out of the domestic
trio。 Her frequent forgetfulness of this admonition intensified her
startled manner； since Mr Flintwinch's habit of avenging himself on her
remissness by making springs after her on the staircase； and shaking
her； occasioned her to be always nervously uncertain when she might be
thus waylaid next。
Little Dorrit had finished a long day's work in Mrs Clennam's room； and
was neatly gathering up her shreds and odds and ends before going home。
Mr Pancks； whom Affery had just shown in； was addressing an inquiry to
Mrs Clennam on the subject of her health； coupled with the remark that；
'happening to find himself in that direction；' he had looked in to
inquire； on behalf of his proprietor； how she found herself。 Mrs
Clennam； with a deep contraction of her brows； was looking at him。
'Mr Casby knows；' said she； 'that I am not subject to changes。 The
change that I await here is the great change。'
'Indeed； ma'am？' returned Mr Pancks； with a wandering eye towards the
figure of the little seamstress on her knee picking threads and fraying
of her work from the carpet。 'You look nicely； ma'am。'
'I bear what I have to bear；' she answered。 'Do you what you have to
do。' 'Thank you； ma'am；' said Mr Pancks； 'such is my endeavour。'
'You are often in this direction； are you not？' asked Mrs Clennam。
'Why； yes； ma'am；' said Pancks； 'rather so lately； I have lately been
round this way a good deal； owing to one thing and another。' 'Beg Mr
Casby and his daughter not to trouble themselves； by deputy； about me。
When they wish to see me； they know I am here to see them。 They have no
need to trouble themselves to send。 You have no need to trouble yourself
to e。' 'Not the least trouble； ma'am；' said Mr Pancks。 'You really
are looking unmonly nicely； ma'am。'
'Thank you。 Good evening。'
The dismissal； and its acpanying finger pointed straight at the door；
was so curt and direct that Mr Pancks did not see his way to prolong his
visit。 He stirred up his hair with his sprightliest expression； glanced
at the little figure again； said 'Good evening； ma 'am； don't e down；
Mrs Affery； I know the road to the door；' and steamed out。 Mrs Clennam；
her chin resting on her hand； followed him with attentive and darkly
distrustful eyes； and Affery stood looking at her as if she were
spell…bound。
Slowly and thoughtfully； Mrs Clennam's eyes turned from the door by
which Pancks had gone out； to Little Dorrit； rising from the carpet。
With her chin drooping more heavily on her hand； and her eyes vigilant
and lowering； the sick woman sat looking at her until she attracted her
attention。 Little Dorrit coloured under such a gaze； and looked down。
Mrs Clennam still sat intent。
'Little Dorrit；' she said； when she at last broke silence； 'what do you
know of that man？'
'I don't know anything of him； ma'am； except that I have seen him about；
and that he has spoken to me。'
'What has he said to you？'
'I don't understand what he has said； he is so strange。 But nothing
rough or disagreeable。'
'Why does