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should……ha……understand each other。 Hum。 Good night； my dear and sole
remaining daughter。 Good night。
God bless you！'
If the thought ever entered Little Dorrit's head that night； that he
could give her up lightly now in his prosperity； and when he had it in
his mind to replace her with a second wife； she drove it away。 Faithful
to him still； as in the worst times through which she had borne him
single…handed； she drove the thought away； and entertained no harder
reflection； in her tearful unrest； than that he now saw everything
through their wealth； and through the care he always had upon him that
they should continue rich； and grow richer。
They sat in their equipage of state； with Mrs General on the box； for
three weeks longer； and then he started for Florence to join Fanny。
Little Dorrit would have been glad to bear him pany so far； only for
the sake of her own love； and then to have turned back alone； thinking
of dear England。 But； though the Courier had gone on with the Bride； the
Valet was next in the line； and the succession would not have e to
her； as long as any one could be got for money。
Mrs General took life easily……as easily； that is； as she could
take anything……when the Roman establishment remained in their sole
occupation； and Little Dorrit would often ride out in a hired carriage
that was left them； and alight alone and wander among the ruins of old
Rome。 The ruins of the vast old Amphitheatre； of the old Temples； of the
old memorative Arches； of the old trodden highways； of the old
tombs； besides being what they were； to her were ruins of the old
Marshalsea……ruins of her own old life……ruins of the faces and forms
that of old peopled it……ruins of its loves； hopes； cares； and joys。 Two
ruined spheres of action and suffering were before the solitary girl
often sitting on some broken fragment； and in the lonely places； under
the blue sky； she saw them both together。
Up； then； would e Mrs General； taking all the colour out of
everything； as Nature and Art had taken it out of herself； writing
Prunes and Prism； in Mr Eustace's text； wherever she could lay a hand；
looking everywhere for Mr Eustace and pany； and seeing nothing else；
scratching up the driest little bones of antiquity； and bolting them
whole without any human visitings……like a Ghoule in gloves。
CHAPTER 16。 Getting on
The newly married pair； on their arrival in Harley Street； Cavendish
Square； London； were received by the Chief Butler。 That great man was
not interested in them； but on the whole endured them。 People must
continue to be married and given in marriage； or Chief Butlers would not
be wanted。 As nations are made to be taxed； so families are made to
be butlered。 The Chief Butler； no doubt； reflected that the course of
nature required the wealthy population to be kept up； on his account。
He therefore condescended to look at the carriage from the Hall…door
without frowning at it； and said； in a very handsome way； to one of
his men； 'Thomas； help with the luggage。' He even escorted the Bride
up…stairs into Mr Merdle's presence； but this must be considered as an
act of homage to the sex （of which he was an admirer； being notoriously
captivated by the charms of a certain Duchess）； and not as a mittal
of himself with the family。
Mr Merdle was slinking about the hearthrug； waiting to wele Mrs
Sparkler。 His hand seemed to retreat up his sleeve as he advanced to
do so； and he gave her such a superfluity of coat…cuff that it was like
being received by the popular conception of Guy Fawkes。 When he put his
lips to hers； besides； he took himself into custody by the wrists； and
backed himself among the ottomans and chairs and tables as if he were
his own Police officer； saying to himself； 'Now； none of that！ e！
I've got you； you knoe！'
Mrs Sparkler； installed in the rooms of state……the innermost sanctuary
of down； silk； chintz； and fine linen……felt that so far her triumph was
good； and her way made； step by step。 On the day before her marriage；
she had bestowed on Mrs Merdle's maid with an air of gracious
indifference； in Mrs Merdle's presence； a trifling little keepsake
（bracelet； bon； and two dresses； all new） about four times as
valuable as the present formerly made by Mrs Merdle to her。 She was now
established in Mrs Merdle's own rooms； to which some extra touches had
been given to render them more worthy of her occupation。 In her mind's
eye； as she lounged there； surrounded by every luxurious accessory that
wealth could obtain or invention devise； she saw the fair bosom that
beat in unison with the exultation of her thoughts； peting with the
bosom that had been famous so long； outshining it； and deposing it。
Happy？ Fanny must have been happy。 No more wishing one's self dead now。
The Courier had not approved of Mr Dorrit's staying in the house of
a friend； and had preferred to take him to an hotel in Brook Street；
Grosvenor Square。 Mr Merdle ordered his carriage to be ready early
in the morning that he might wait upon Mr Dorrit immediately after
breakfast。 Bright the carriage looked； sleek the horses looked； gleaming
the harness looked； luscious and lasting the liveries looked。 A rich；
responsible turn…out。 An equipage for a Merdle。 Early people looked
after it as it rattled along the streets； and said； with awe in their
breath； 'There he goes！'
There he went； until Brook Street stopped him。 Then； forth from its
magnificent case came the jewel； not lustrous in itself； but quite the
contrary。
motion in the office of the hotel。 Merdle！ The landlord； though
a gentleman of a haughty spirit who had just driven a pair of
thorough…bred horses into town； turned out to show him up…stairs。
The clerks and servants cut him off by back…passages； and were found
accidentally hovering in doorways and angles； that they might look upon
him。 Merdle！ O ye sun； moon； and stars； the great man！ The rich man； who
had in a manner revised the New Testament； and already entered into the
kingdom of Heaven。 The man who could have any one he chose to dine with
him； and who had made the money！
As he went up the stairs； people were already posted on the lower
stairs； that his shadow might fall upon them when he came down。 So were
the sick brought out and laid in the track of the Apostle……who had NOT
got into the good society； and had NOT made the money。
Mr Dorrit； dressing…gowned and newspapered； was at his breakfast。 The
Courier； with agitation in his voice； announced 'Miss Mairdale！' Mr
Dorrit's overwrought heart bounded as he leaped up。
'Mr Merdle； this is……ha……indeed an honour。 Permit me to express
the……hum……sense； the high sense； I entertain of this……ha hum……highly
gratifying act of attention。 I am well aware； sir； of the many demands
upon your time； and its……ha……enormous value；' Mr Dorrit could not
say enormous roundly enough for his own satisfaction。 'That you
should……ha……at this early hour； bestow any of your priceless time upon
me； is……ha……a pliment that I acknowledge with the greatest esteem。'
Mr Dorrit positively trembled in addressing the great man。
Mr Merdle uttered； in his subdued； inward； hesitating voice； a few
sounds that were to no purpose whatever； and finally said； 'I am glad to
see you； sir。'
'You are very kind；' said Mr Dorrit。 'Truly kind。' By this time the
visitor was seated； and was passing his great hand over his exhausted
forehead。 'You are well； I hope； Mr Merdle？'
'I am as well as I……yes； I am as well as I usually am；' said Mr Merdle。
'Your occupations must be immense。'
'Tolerably so。 But……Oh dear no； there's not much the matter with me；'
said Mr Merdle； looking round the room。
'A little dyspeptic？' Mr Dorrit hinted。
'Very likely。 But I……Oh； I am well enough；' said Mr Merdle。
There were black traces on his lips where they met； as if a little train
of gunpowder had been fired there； and he looked like a man who； if his
natural temperament had been quicker； would have been very feverish that
morning。 This； and his heavy way of passing his hand over his forehead；
had prompted Mr Dorrit's solicitous inquiries。
'Mrs Merdle；' Mr Dorrit insinuatingly pursued； 'I left； as you will be
prepared to hear； the……ha……observed of all observers； the……hum……admired
of all admirers； the leading fascination and charm of Society in Rome。
She was looking wonderfully well when I quitted it。'
'Mrs Merdle；' said Mr Merdle； 'is generally considered a very attractive
woman。 And she is； no doubt。 I am sensible of her being SO。'
'Who can be otherwise？' responded Mr Dorrit。
Mr Merdle turned his tongue in his closed mouth……it seemed rather a
stiff and unmanageable tongue……moistened his lips； passed his hand over
his forehead again； and looked all round the room again； principally
under the chairs。
'But；' he said； looking Mr Dorrit in the face for the first time； and
immediately afterwards dropping his eyes to the buttons of Mr Dorrit's
waistcoat； 'if we speak of attractions； your daughter ought to be the
subject of our conversation。 She is extremely beautiful。 Both in face
and figure； she is quite unmon。 When the young people arrived last
night； I was really surprised to see such charms。'
Mr Dorrit's gratification was such that he said……ha……he could not
refrain from telling Mr Merdle verbally； as he had already done by
letter； what honour and happiness he felt in this union of their
families。 And he offered his hand。 Mr Merdle looked at the hand for a
little while； took it on his for a moment as if his were a yellow salver
or fish…slice； and then returned it to Mr Dorrit。
'I thought I would drive round the first thing；' said Mr Merdle； 'to
offer my services； in case I can do anything for you； and to say that
I hope you will at least do me the honour of dining with me to…day； and
every day when you are not better engaged during your stay in town。'
Mr Dorrit was enraptured by these attentions。
'Do you stay long； sir？'
'I have not at present the intention；' said Mr Dorrit；
'of……ha……exceeding a fortnight。'
'That's a very short stay； after so long a journey；' returned Mr Merdle。
'Hum。 Yes；' said Mr Dorrit。 'But the truth is……ha……my dear Mr Merdle；
that I find a foreign life so well suited to my health and taste； that
I……hum……have but two objects in my present visit to London。 First；
the……ha……the distinguished happiness and……ha……privilege which I now
enjoy and appreciate； secondly； the arrangement……hum……the laying out；
that is to say； in the best way； of……ha； hum……my money。'
'Well； sir；' said Mr Merdle； after turning his tongue again； 'if I can
be of any use to you in that respect； you may mand me。'
Mr Dorrit's speech had had more hesitation in it than usual； as he
approached the ticklish topic； for he was not perfectly clear how so
exalted a potentate might take it。 He had doubts whether reference to
any individual capital； or fortune； might not seem a wretchedly retail
affair to so wholesale a dealer。 Greatly relieved by Mr Merdle's
affable offer of assistance； he caught at it directly； and heaped
acknowledgments upon him。
'I scarcely……ha……dared；' said Mr Dorrit； 'I assure you； to hope for
so……hum……vast an advantage as your direct advice and assistance。 Though
of course I should； under any circumstances； like the……ha； hum……rest of
the civilised world； have followed in Mr Merdle's train。'
'You know we may almost say we are related； sir；' said Mr Merdle；
curiously interested in the pattern of the carpet； 'and； therefore； you
may consider me at your service。'
'Ha。 Very handsome； indeed！' cried Mr Dorrit。 'Ha。 Most handsome！'
'It would not；' said Mr Merdle； 'be at the present moment easy for
what I may call a mere outsider to e into any of the good things……of
course I speak of my own good things……'
'Of course； of course！' cried Mr Dorrit； in a tone implying that there
were no other good things。
'……Unless at a high price。 At what we are accustomed to term a very long
figure。'
Mr Dorrit laughed in the buoyancy of his spirit。 Ha； ha； ha！ Long
figure。 Good。 Ha。 Very expressive to be sure！
'However；' said Mr Merdle； 'I do generally retain in my own hands the
power of exercising some preference……people in general would be pleased
to call it favo