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draught of his mixture。 'Anything more？'
'Yes； sir； yes； sir； something more。 I am not at all pleased； Mr Pancks；
with my daughter； not at all pleased。 Besides calling much too often
to inquire for Mrs Clennam； Mrs Clennam； who is not just now in
circumstances that are by any means calculated to……to be satisfactory to
all parties； she goes； Mr Pancks； unless I am much deceived； to inquire
for Mr Clennam in jail。 In jail。'
'He's laid up； you know；' said Pancks。 'Perhaps it's kind。'
'Pooh； pooh； Mr Pancks。 She has nothing to do with that； nothing to do
with that。 I can't allow it。 Let him pay his debts and e out； e
out； pay his debts； and e out。'
Although Mr Pancks's hair was standing up like strong wire； he gave it
another double…handed impulse in the perpendicular direction； and smiled
at his proprietor in a most hideous manner。
'You will please to mention to my daughter； Mr Pancks； that I can't
allow it； can't allow it；' said the Patriarch blandly。
'Oh！' said Pancks。 'You couldn't mention it yourself？'
'No； sir； no； you are paid to mention it；' the blundering old booby
could not resist the temptation of trying it again； 'and you must
mention it to pay； mention it to pay。'
'Oh！' said Pancks。 'Anything more？'
'Yes； sir。 It appears to me； Mr Pancks； that you yourself are too often
and too much in that direction； that direction。 I remend you； Mr
Pancks； to dismiss from your attention both your own losses and other
people's losses； and to mind your business； mind your business。'
Mr Pancks acknowledged this remendation with such an extraordinarily
abrupt； short； and loud utterance of the monosyllable 'Oh！' that even
the unwieldy Patriarch moved his blue eyes in something of a hurry； to
look at him。 Mr Pancks； with a sniff of corresponding intensity； then
added； 'Anything more？'
'Not at present； sir； not at present。 I am going；' said the Patriarch；
finishing his mixture； and rising with an amiable air； 'to take a little
stroll； a little stroll。 Perhaps I shall find you here when I e back。
If not； sir； duty； duty； squeeze； squeeze； squeeze； on Monday； squeeze
on Monday！'
Mr Pancks； after another stiffening of his hair； looked on at the
Patriarchal assumption of the broad…brimmed hat； with a momentary
appearance of indecision contending with a sense of injury。 He was also
hotter than at first； and breathed harder。 But he suffered Mr Casby to
go out； without offering any further remark； and then took a peep at
him over the little green window…blinds。 'I thought so；' he observed。 'I
knew where you were bound to。 Good！' He then steamed back to his Dock；
put it carefully in order； took down his hat； looked round the Dock；
said 'Good…bye！' and puffed away on his own account。 He steered straight
for Mrs Plornish's end of Bleeding Heart Yard； and arrived there； at the
top of the steps； hotter than ever。
At the top of the steps； resisting Mrs Plornish's invitations to e
and sit along with father in Happy Cottage……which to his relief were not
so numerous as they would have been on any other night than Saturday；
when the connection who so gallantly supported the business with
everything but money gave their orders freely……at the top of the steps
Mr Pancks remained until he beheld the Patriarch； who always entered
the Yard at the other end； slowly advancing； beaming； and surrounded
by suitors。 Then Mr Pancks descended and bore down upon him； with his
utmost pressure of steam on。
The Patriarch； approaching with his usual benignity； was surprised to
see Mr Pancks； but supposed him to have been stimulated to an immediate
squeeze instead of postponing that operation until Monday。 The
population of the Yard were astonished at the meeting； for the two
powers had never been seen there together； within the memory of the
oldest Bleeding Heart。 But they were overe by unutterable amazement
when Mr Pancks； going close up to the most venerable of men and halting
in front of the bottle…green waistcoat； made a trigger of his right
thumb and forefinger； applied the same to the brim of the broad…brimmed
hat； and； with singular smartness and precision； shot it off the
polished head as if it had been a large marble。
Having taken this little liberty with the Patriarchal person； Mr Pancks
further astounded and attracted the Bleeding Hearts by saying in an
audible voice； 'Now； you sugary swindler； I mean to have it out with
you！'
Mr Pancks and the Patriarch were instantly the centre of a press； all
eyes and ears； windows were thrown open； and door…steps were thronged。
'What do you pretend to be？' said Mr Pancks。 'What's your moral game？
What do you go in for？ Benevolence； an't it？ You benevolent！' Here Mr
Pancks； apparently without the intention of hitting him； but merely to
relieve his mind and expend his superfluous power in wholesome exercise；
aimed a blow at the bumpy head； which the bumpy head ducked to
avoid。 This singular performance was repeated； to the ever…increasing
admiration of the spectators； at the end of every succeeding article of
Mr Pancks's oration。
'I have discharged myself from your service；' said Pancks； 'that I may
tell you what you are。 You're one of a lot of impostors that are the
worst lot of all the lots to be met with。 Speaking as a sufferer by
both； I don't know that I wouldn't as soon have the Merdle lot as your
lot。 You're a driver in disguise； a screwer by deputy； a wringer； and
squeezer； and shaver by substitute。 You're a philanthropic sneak。 You're
a shabby deceiver！' （The repetition of the performance at this point was
received with a burst of laughter。）
'Ask these good people who's the hard man here。 They'll tell you Pancks；
I believe。'
This was confirmed with cries of 'Certainly；' and 'Hear！'
'But I tell you； good people……Casby！ This mound of meekness； this lump
of love； this bottle…green smiler； this is your driver！' said Pancks。
'If you want to see the man who would flay you alive……here he is！ Don't
look for him in me； at thirty shillings a week； but look for him in
Casby； at I don't know how much a year！'
'Good！' cried several voices。 'Hear Mr Pancks！'
'Hear Mr Pancks？' cried that gentleman （after repeating the popular
performance）。 'Yes； I should think so！ It's almost time to hear Mr
Pancks。 Mr Pancks has e down into the Yard to…night on purpose that
you should hear him。 Pancks is only the Works； but here's the Winder！'
The audience would have gone over to Mr Pancks； as one man； woman； and
child； but for the long； grey； silken locks； and the broad…brimmed hat。
'Here's the Stop；' said Pancks； 'that sets the tune to be ground。 And
there is but one tune； and its name is Grind； Grind； Grind！ Here's the
Proprietor； and here's his Grubber。 Why； good people； when he es
smoothly spinning through the Yard to…night； like a slow…going
benevolent Humming…Top； and when you e about him with your plaints
of the Grubber； you don't know what a cheat the Proprietor is！ What do
you think of his showing himself to…night； that I may have all the blame
on Monday？ What do you think of his having had me over the coals this
very evening； because I don't squeeze you enough？ What do you think of
my being； at the present moment； under special orders to squeeze you dry
on Monday？'
The reply was given in a murmur of 'Shame！' and 'Shabby！'
'Shabby？' snorted Pancks。 'Yes； I should think so！ The lot that your
Casby belongs to； is the shabbiest of all the lots。 Setting their
Grubbers on； at a wretched pittance； to do what they're ashamed and
afraid to do and pretend not to do； but what they will have done； or
give a man no rest！ Imposing on you to give their Grubbers nothing but
blame； and to give them nothing but credit！ Why； the worst…looking
cheat in all this town who gets the value of eighteenpence under false
pretences； an't half such a cheat as this sign…post of The Casby's Head
here！'
Cries of 'That's true！' and 'No more he an't！'
'And see what you get of these fellows； besides；' said Pancks' 'See what
more you get of these precious Humming…Tops； revolving among you with
such smoothness that you've no idea of the pattern painted on 'em； or
the little window in 'em。 I wish to call your attention to myself for a
moment。 I an't an agreeable style of chap； I know that very well。'
The auditory were divided on this point； its more unpromising members
crying； 'No； you are not；' and its politer materials； 'Yes； you are。'
'I am； in general；' said Mr Pancks； 'a dry； unfortable； dreary
Plodder and Grubber。 That's your humble servant。 There's his full…length
portrait； painted by himself and presented to you； warranted a likeness！
But what's a man to be； with such a man as this for his Proprietor？
What can be expected of him？ Did anybody ever find boiled mutton and
caper…sauce growing in a cocoa…nut？'
None of the Bleeding Hearts ever had； it was clear from the alacrity of
their response。
'Well；' said Mr Pancks； 'and neither will you find in Grubbers like
myself； under Proprietors like this； pleasant qualities。 I've been a
Grubber from a boy。 What has my life been？ Fag and grind； fag and grind；
turn the wheel； turn the wheel！ I haven't been agreeable to myself；
and I haven't been likely to be agreeable to anybody else。 If I was a
shilling a week less useful in ten years' time； this impostor would give
me a shilling a week less； if as useful a man could be got at sixpence
cheaper； he would be taken in my place at sixpence cheaper。 Bargain and
sale； bless you！ Fixed principles！ It's a mighty fine sign…post； is The
Casby's Head；' said Mr Pancks； surveying it with anything rather than
admiration； 'but the real name of the House is the Sham's Arms。 Its
motto is； Keep the Grubber always at it。 Is any gentleman present；' said
Mr Pancks； breaking off and looking round； 'acquainted with the English
Grammar？'
Bleeding Heart Yard was shy of claiming that acquaintance。
'It's no matter；' said Mr Pancks； 'I merely wish to remark that the task
this Proprietor has set me； has been never to leave off conjugating the
Imperative Mood Present Tense of the verb To keep always at it。 Keep
thou always at it。 Let him keep always at it。 Keep we or do we keep
always at it。 Keep ye or do ye or you keep always at it。 Let them keep
always at it。 Here is your benevolent Patriarch of a Casby； and there is
his golden rule。 He is unmonly improving to look at； and I am not
at all so。 He is as sweet as honey； and I am as dull as ditch…water。 He
provides the pitch； and I handle it； and it sticks to me。 Now；' said
Mr Pancks； closing upon his late Proprietor again； from whom he had
withdrawn a little for the better display of him to the Yard； 'as I am
not accustomed to speak in public； and as I have made a rather lengthy
speech； all circumstances considered； I shall bring my observations to a
close by requesting you to get out of this。'
The Last of the Patriarchs had been so seized by assault； and required
so much room to catch an idea in； an so much more room to turn it in；
that he had not a word to offer in reply。 He appeared to be meditating
some Patriarchal way out of his delicate position； when Mr Pancks； once
more suddenly applying the trigger to his hat； shot it off again with
his former dexterity。 On the preceding occasion； one or two of the
Bleeding Heart Yarders had obsequiously picked it up and handed it to
its owner； but Mr Pancks had now so far impressed his audience； that the
Patriarch had to turn and stoop for it himself。
Quick as lightning； Mr Pancks； who； for some moments； had had his right
hand in his coat pocket； whipped out a pair of shears； swooped upon the
Patriarch behind； and snipped off short the sacred locks that flowed
upon his shoulders。 In a paroxysm of animosity and rapidity； Mr Pancks
then caught the broad…brimmed hat out of the astounded Patriarch's hand；
cut it down into a mere stewpan； and fixed it on the Patriarch's head。
Before the frightful results of this desperate action； Mr Pancks himself
recoiled in consternation。 A bare…polled； goggle…eyed； big…headed
lumbering personage stood staring at him； not in the least impressive；
not in the least venerable； who seemed to have started out of the
earth to ask what was bee of Casby。 After