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protector；' said Doyce； with laughing eyes again。 'He is a sagacious man
in business； and has had a good apprenticeship to it。'
After this； they conversed on different subjects until they arrived at
their journey's end。 A posed and unobtrusive self…sustainment was
noticeable in Daniel Doyce……a calm knowledge that what was true must
remain true； in spite of all the Barnacles in the family ocean； and
would be just the truth； and neither more nor less when even that sea
had run dry……which had a kind of greatness in it； though not of the
official quality。
As he knew the house well； he conducted Arthur to it by the way that
showed it to the best advantage。 It was a charming place （none the worse
for being a little eccentric）； on the road by the river； and just what
the residence of the Meagles family ought to be。 It stood in a garden；
no doubt as fresh and beautiful in the May of the Year as Pet now was
in the May of her life； and it was defended by a goodly show of handsome
trees and spreading evergreens； as Pet was by Mr and Mrs Meagles。 It
was made out of an old brick house； of which a part had been altogether
pulled down； and another part had been changed into the present cottage；
so there was a hale elderly portion； to represent Mr and Mrs Meagles；
and a young picturesque； very pretty portion to represent Pet。 There was
even the later addition of a conservatory sheltering itself against it；
uncertain of hue in its deep…stained glass； and in its more transparent
portions flashing to the sun's rays； now like fire and now like harmless
water drops； which might have stood for Tattycoram。 Within view was
the peaceful river and the ferry…boat； to moralise to all the inmates
saying： Young or old； passionate or tranquil； chafing or content； you；
thus runs the current always。 Let the heart swell into what discord it
will； thus plays the rippling water on the prow of the ferry…boat ever
the same tune。 Year after year； so much allowance for the drifting of
the boat； so many miles an hour the flowing of the stream； here the
rushes； there the lilies； nothing uncertain or unquiet； upon this road
that steadily runs away； while you； upon your flowing road of time； are
so capricious and distracted。
The bell at the gate had scarcely sounded when Mr Meagles came out to
receive them。 Mr Meagles had scarcely e out； when Mrs Meagles came
out。 Mrs Meagles had scarcely e out； when Pet came out。 Pet scarcely
had e out； when Tattycoram came out。 Never had visitors a more
hospitable reception。
'Here we are； you see；' said Mr Meagles； 'boxed up； Mr Clennam； within
our own home…limits； as if we were never going to expand……that is；
travel……again。 Not like Marseilles； eh？ No allonging and marshonging
here！'
'A different kind of beauty； indeed！' said Clennam； looking about him。
'But； Lord bless me！' cried Mr Meagles； rubbing his hands with a relish；
'it was an unmonly pleasant thing being in quarantine； wasn't it？
Do you know； I have often wished myself back again？ We were a capital
party。'
This was Mr Meagles's invariable habit。 Always to object to everything
while he was travelling； and always to want to get back to it when he
was not travelling。
'If it was summer…time；' said Mr Meagles； 'which I wish it was on your
account； and in order that you might see the place at its best； you
would hardly be able to hear yourself speak for birds。 Being practical
people； we never allow anybody to scare the birds； and the birds； being
practical people too； e about us in myriads。 We are delighted to see
you； Clennam （if you'll allow me； I shall drop the Mister）； I heartily
assure you； we are delighted。'
'I have not had so pleasant a greeting；' said Clennam……then he recalled
what Little Dorrit had said to him in his own room； and faithfully
added 'except once……since we last walked to and fro； looking down at the
Mediterranean。'
'Ah！' returned Mr Meagles。 'Something like a look out； that was； wasn't
it？ I don't want a military government； but I shouldn't mind a little
allonging and marshonging……just a dash of it……in this neighbourhood
sometimes。 It's Devilish still。'
Bestowing this eulogium on the retired character of his retreat with a
dubious shake of the head； Mr Meagles led the way into the house。 It was
just large enough； and no more； was as pretty within as it was without；
and was perfectly well…arranged and fortable。
Some traces of the migratory habits of the family were to be observed
in the covered frames and furniture； and wrapped…up hangings； but it was
easy to see that it was one of Mr Meagles's whims to have the cottage
always kept； in their absence； as if they were always ing back the
day after to…morrow。 Of articles collected on his various expeditions；
there was such a vast miscellany that it was like the dwelling of an
amiable Corsair。 There Central Italy； made by the
best modern houses in that department of industry； bits of mummy from
Egypt （and perhaps Birmingham）； model gondolas from Venice； model
villages from Switzerland； morsels of tesselated pavement from
Herculaneum and Pompeii； like petrified minced veal； ashes out of tombs；
and lava out of Vesuvius； Spanish fans； Spezzian straw hats； Moorish
slippers； Tuscan hairpins； Carrara sculpture； Trastaverini scarves；
Genoese velvets and filigree； Neapolitan coral； Roman cameos； Geneva
jewellery； Arab lanterns； rosaries blest all round by the Pope himself；
and an infinite variety of lumber。 There were views； like and unlike； of
a multitude of places； and there was one little picture…room devoted to
a few of the regular sticky old Saints； with sinews like whipcord； hair
like Neptune's； wrinkles like tattooing； and such coats of varnish
that every holy personage served for a fly…trap； and became what is
now called in the vulgar tongue a Catch…em…alive O。 Of these pictorial
acquisitions Mr Meagles spoke in the usual manner。 He was no judge； he
said； except of what pleased himself； he had picked them up； dirt…cheap；
and people had considered them rather fine。 One man； who at any rate
ought to know something of the subject； had declared that 'Sage；
Reading' （a specially oily old gentleman in a blanket； with a
swan's…down tippet for a beard； and a web of cracks all over him like
rich pie…crust）； to be a fine Guercino。 As for Sebastian del Piombo
there； you would judge for yourself； if it were not his later
manner； the question was； Who was it？ Titian； that might or might not
be……perhaps he had only touched it。 Daniel Doyce said perhaps he hadn't
touched it； but Mr Meagles rather declined to overhear the remark。
When he had shown all his spoils； Mr Meagles took them into his own
snug room overlooking the lawn； which was fitted up in part like a
dressing…room and in part like an office； and in which； upon a kind of
counter…desk； were a pair of brass scales for weighing gold； and a scoop
for shovelling out money。
'Here they are； you see；' said Mr Meagles。 'I stood behind these two
articles five…and…thirty years running； when I no more thought of
gadding about than I now think of……staying at home。 When I left the Bank
for good； I asked for them； and brought them away with me。
I mention it at once； or you might suppose that I sit in my
counting…house （as Pet says I do）； like the king in the poem of the
four…and…twenty blackbirds； counting out my money。'
Clennam's eyes had strayed to a natural picture on the wall； of two
pretty little girls with their arms entwined。 'Yes； Clennam；' said
Mr Meagles； in a lower voice。 'There they both are。 It was taken some
seventeen years ago。 As I often say to Mother； they were babies then。'
'Their names？' said Arthur。
'Ah； to be sure！ You have never heard any name but Pet。 Pet's name is
Minnie； her sister's Lillie。'
'Should you have known； Mr Clennam； that one of them was meant for me？'
asked Pet herself； now standing in the doorway。
'I might have thought that both of them were meant for you； both
are still so like you。 Indeed；' said Clennam； glancing from the fair
original to the picture and back； 'I cannot even now say which is not
your portrait。' 'D'ye hear that； Mother？' cried Mr Meagles to his wife；
who had followed her daughter。 'It's always the same； Clennam； nobody
can decide。 The child to your left is Pet。'
The picture happened to be near a looking…glass。 As Arthur looked at
it again； he saw； by the reflection of the mirror； Tattycoram stop in
passing outside the door； listen to what was going on； and pass away
with an angry and contemptuous frown upon her face； that changed its
beauty into ugliness。
'But e！' said Mr Meagles。 'You have had a long walk； and will be glad
to get your boots off。 As to Daniel here； I suppose he'd never think of
taking his boots off； unless we showed him a boot…jack。'
'Why not？' asked Daniel； with a significant smile at Clennam。
'Oh！ You have so many things to think about；' returned Mr Meagles；
clapping him on the shoulder； as if his weakness must not be left to
itself on any account。 'Figures； and wheels； and cogs； and levers； and
screws； and cylinders； and a thousand things。'
'In my calling；' said Daniel； amused； 'the greater usually includes the
less。 But never mind； never mind！ Whatever pleases you； pleases me。'
Clennam could not help speculating； as he seated himself in his room
by the fire； whether there might be in the breast of this honest；
affectionate； and cordial Mr Meagles； any microscopic portion of
the mustard…seed that had sprung up into the great tree of the
Circumlocution Office。 His curious sense of a general superiority to
Daniel Doyce； which seemed to be founded； not so much on anything
in Doyce's personal character as on the mere fact of his being an
originator and a man out of the beaten track of other men； suggested the
idea。 It might have occupied him until he went down to dinner an hour
afterwards； if he had not had another question to consider； which
had been in his mind so long ago as before he was in quarantine at
Marseilles； and which had now returned to it； and was very urgent with
it。 No less a question than this： Whether he should allow himself to
fall in love with Pet？
He was twice her age。 （He changed the leg he had crossed over the other；
and tried the calculation again； but could not bring out the total at
less。） He was twice her age。 Well！ He was young in appearance； young
in health and strength； young in heart。 A man was certainly not old
at forty； and many men were not in circumstances to marry； or did not
marry； until they had attained that time of life。 On the other hand； the
question was； not what he thought of the point； but what she thought of
it。
He believed that Mr Meagles was disposed to entertain a ripe regard for
him； and he knew that he had a sincere regard for Mr Meagles and his
good wife。 He could foresee that to relinquish this beautiful only
child； of whom they were so fond； to any husband； would be a trial
of their love which perhaps they never yet had had the fortitude to
contemplate。 But the more beautiful and winning and charming she； the
nearer they must always be to the necessity of approaching it。 And why
not in his favour； as well as in another's？
When he had got so far； it came again into his head that the question
was； not what they thought of it； but what she thought of it。
Arthur Clennam was a retiring man； with a sense of many deficiencies；
and he so exalted the merits of the beautiful Minnie in his mind； and
depressed his own； that when he pinned himself to this point； his hopes
began to fail him。 He came to the final resolution； as he made himself
ready for dinner； that he would not allow himself to fall in love with
Pet。
There were only five； at a round table； and it was very pleasant indeed。
They had so many places and people to recall； and they were all so easy
and cheerful together （Daniel Doyce either sitting out like an amused
spectator at cards； or ing in with some shrewd little experiences of
his own； when it happened to be to the purpose）； that they might have
been together twenty times； and not have known so much of one another。
'And Miss Wade；' said Mr Meagles； after they had recalled a number of
fellow…travellers。 'Has anybody seen Miss Wad