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upon the house until the time when I shall draw for a round sum。'

'Harriet;' said Miss Wade; 'arrange with him……this gentleman here……for
sending him some money to…morrow。' She said it with a slur of the word
gentleman which was more contemptuous than any emphasis; and walked
slowly on。 The man bent his head again; and the girl spoke to him as
they both followed her。 Clennam ventured to look at the girl as they
Moved away。 He could note that her rich black eyes were fastened upon
the man with a scrutinising expression; and that she kept at a little
distance from him; as they walked side by side to the further end of the
terrace。

A loud and altered clank upon the pavement warned him; before he could
discern what was passing there; that the man was ing back alone。
Clennam lounged into the road; towards the railing; and the man passed
at a quick swing; with the end of his cloak thrown over his shoulder;
singing a scrap of a French song。

The whole vista had no one in it now but himself。 The lounger had
lounged out of view; and Miss Wade and Tattycoram were gone。 More than
ever bent on seeing what became of them; and on having some information
to give his good friend; Mr Meagles; he went out at the further end of
the terrace; looking cautiously about him。 He rightly judged that; at
first at all events; they would go in a contrary direction from their
late panion。 He soon saw them in a neighbouring bye…street; which was
not a thoroughfare; evidently allowing time for the man to get well
out of their way。 They walked leisurely arm…in…arm down one side of the
street; and returned on the opposite side。 When they came back to the
street…corner; they changed their pace for the pace of people with an
object and a distance before them; and walked steadily away。 Clennam; no
less steadily; kept them in sight。


They crossed the Strand; and passed through Covent Garden (under the
windows of his old lodging where dear Little Dorrit had e that
night); and slanted away north…east; until they passed the great
building whence Tattycoram derived her name; and turned into the Gray's
Inn Road。 Clennam e here; in right of Flora; not to
mention the Patriarch and Pancks; and kept them in view with ease。 He
was beginning to wonder where they might be going next; when that wonder
was lost in the greater wonder with which he saw them turn into the
Patriarchal street。 That wonder was in its turn swallowed up on the
greater wonder with which he saw them stop at the Patriarchal door。 A
low double knock at the bright brass knocker; a gleam of light into the
road from the opened door; a brief pause for inquiry and answer and the
door was shut; and they were housed。

After looking at the surrounding objects for assurance that he was
not in an odd dream; and after pacing a little while before the house;
Arthur knocked at the door。 It was opened by the usual maid…servant;
and she showed him up at once; with her usual alacrity; to Flora's
sitting…room。

There was no one with Flora but Mr F。's Aunt; which respectable
gentlewoman; basking in a balmy atmosphere of tea and toast; was
ensconced in an easy…chair by the fireside; with a little table at her
elbow; and a clean white handkerchief spread over her lap on which
two pieces of toast at that moment awaited consumption。 Bending over
a steaming vessel of tea; and looking through the steam; and breathing
forth the steam; like a malignant Chinese enchantress engaged in the
performance of unholy rites; Mr F。's Aunt put down her great teacup and
exclaimed; 'Drat him; if he an't e back again!'

It would seem from the foregoing exclamation that this unpromising
relative of the lamented Mr F。; measuring time by the acuteness of her
sensations and not by the clock; supposed Clennam to have lately gone
away; whereas at least a quarter of a year had elapsed since he had had
the temerity to present himself before her。

'My goodness Arthur!' cried Flora; rising to give him a cordial
reception; 'Doyce and Clennam what a start and a surprise for though not
far from the machinery and foundry business and surely might be taken
sometimes if at no other time about mid…day when a glass of sherry and a
humble sandwich of whatever cold meat in the larder might not e amiss
nor taste the worse for being friendly for you know you buy it somewhere
and wherever bought a profit must be made or they would never keep the
place it stands to reason without a motive still never seen and learnt
now not to be expected; for as Mr F。 himself said if seeing is believing
not seeing is believing too and when you don't see you may fully believe
you're not remembered not that I expect you Arthur Doyce and Clennam to
remember me why should I for the days are gone but bring another teacup
here directly and tell her fresh toast and pray sit near the fire。'

Arthur was in the greatest anxiety to explain the object of his
visit; but was put off for the moment; in spite of himself; by what he
understood of the reproachful purport of these words; and by the genuine
pleasure she testified in seeing him。 'And now pray tell me something
all you know;' said Flora; drawing her chair near to his; 'about
the good dear quiet little thing and all the changes of her fortunes
carriage people now no doubt and horses without number most romantic; a
coat of arms of course and wild beasts on their hind legs showing it
as if it was a copy they had done with mouths from ear to ear good
gracious; and has she her health which is the first consideration after
all for what is wealth without it Mr F。 himself so often saying when his
twinges came that sixpence a day and find yourself and no gout so much
preferable; not that he could have lived on anything like it being the
last man or that the previous little thing though far too familiar an
expression now had any tendency of that sort much too slight and small
but looked so fragile bless her?'

Mr F。's Aunt; who had eaten a piece of toast down to the crust; here
solemnly handed the crust to Flora; who ate it for her as a matter of
business。 Mr F。's Aunt then moistened her ten fingers in slow succession
at her lips; and wiped them in exactly the same order on the white
handkerchief; then took the other piece of toast; and fell to work
upon it。 While pursuing this routine; she looked at Clennam with an
expression of such intense severity that he felt obliged to look at her
in return; against his personal inclinations。

'She is in Italy; with all her family; Flora;' he said; when the dreaded
lady was occupied again。

'In Italy is she really?' said Flora; 'with the grapes growing
everywhere and lava necklaces and bracelets too that land of poetry with
burning mountains picturesque beyond belief though if the organ…boys
e away from the neighbourhood not to be scorched nobody can wonder
being so young and bringing their white mice with them most humane; and
is she really in that favoured land with nothing but blue about her and
dying gladiators and Belvederes though Mr F。 himself did not believe
for his objection when in spirits was that the images could not be true
there being no medium between expensive quantities of linen badly got
up and all in creases and none whatever; which certainly does not seem
probable though perhaps in consequence of the extremes of rich and poor
which may account for it。'

Arthur tried to edge a word in; but Flora hurried on again。

'Venice Preserved too;' said she; 'I think you have been there is it
well or ill preserved for people differ so and Maccaroni if they really
eat it like the conjurors why not cut it shorter; you are acquainted
Arthur……dear Doyce and Clennam at least not dear and most assuredly
not Doyce for I have not the pleasure but pray excuse me……acquainted I
believe with Mantua what has it got to do with Mantua…making for I never
have been able to conceive?'

'I believe there is no connection; Flora; between the two;' Arthur was
beginning; when she caught him up again。

'Upon your word no isn't there I never did but that's like me I run away
with an idea and having none to spare I keep it; alas there was a time
dear Arthur that is to say decidedly not dear nor Ar

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