Asthesepeoplepassedhimstandingstillinthecourt-yard,andoneofthemturnedbacktoinquireifhecouldassisthimwithhisservices,itcameintoArthurClennam’smindthathewouldspeaktoLittleDorritagainbeforehewentaway。Shewouldhaverecoveredherfirstsurprise,andmightfeeleasierwithhim。Heaskedthismemberofthefraternitywhohadtworedherringsinhishand,andaloafandablackingbrushunderhisarm,wherewasthenearestplacetogetacupofcoffeeat。Thenondescriptrepliedinencouragingterms,andbroughthimtoacoffee-shopinthestreetwithinastone’sthrow。
’DoyouknowMissDorrit?’askedthenewclient。
ThenondescriptknewtwoMissDorrits;onewhowasborninside——
Thatwastheone!Thatwastheone?Thenondescripthadknownhermanyyears。InregardoftheotherMissDorrit,thenondescriptlodgedinthesamehousewithherselfanduncle。
Thischangedtheclient’shalf-formeddesignofremainingatthecoffee-shopuntilthenondescriptshouldbringhimwordthatDorrithadissuedforthintothestreet。Heentrustedthenondescriptwithaconfidentialmessagetoher,importingthatthevisitorwhohadwaitedonherfatherlastnight,beggedthefavourofafewwordswithheratheruncle’slodging;heobtainedfromthesamesourcefulldirectionstothehouse,whichwasverynear;dismissedthenondescriptgratifiedwithhalf-a-crown;andhavinghastilyrefreshedhimselfatthecoffee-shop,repairedwithallspeedtotheclarionet-player’sdwelling。
Thereweresomanylodgersinthishousethatthedoorpostseemedtobeasfullofbell-handlesasacathedralorganisofstops。
Doubtfulwhichmightbetheclarionet-stop,hewasconsideringthepoint,whenashuttlecockflewoutoftheparlourwindow,andalightedonhishat。Hethenobservedthatintheparlourwindowwasablindwiththeinscription,MRCRIPPLES’sACADEMY;alsoinanotherline,EVENINGTUITION;andbehindtheblindwasalittlewhite-facedboy,withasliceofbread-and-butterandabattledore。
Thewindowbeingaccessiblefromthefootway,helookedinovertheblind,returnedtheshuttlecock,andputhisquestion。
’Dorrit?’saidthelittlewhite-facedboyMasterCripplesinfact。’MrDorrit?Thirdbellandoneknock。’
ThepupilsofMrCripplesappearedtohavebeenmakingacopy-bookofthestreet-door,itwassoextensivelyscribbledoverinpencil。
Thefrequencyoftheinscriptions,’OldDorrit,’and’DirtyDick,’
incombination,suggestedintentionsofpersonalityonthepartOfMrCripples’spupils。Therewasampletimetomaketheseobservationsbeforethedoorwasopenedbythepooroldmanhimself。
’Ha!’saidhe,veryslowlyrememberingArthur,’youwereshutinlastnight?’
’Yes,MrDorrit。Ihopetomeetyournieceherepresently。’
’Oh!’saidhe,pondering。’Outofmybrother’sway?True。Wouldyoucomeup-stairsandwaitforher?’
’Thankyou。’
Turninghimselfasslowlyasheturnedinhismindwhateverheheardorsaid,heledthewayupthenarrowstairs。Thehousewasveryclose,andhadanunwholesomesmell。Thelittlestaircasewindowslookedinatthebackwindowsofotherhousesasunwholesomeasitself,withpolesandlinesthrustoutofthem,onwhichunsightlylinenhung;asiftheinhabitantswereanglingforclothes,andhadhadsomewretchedbitesnotworthattendingto。
Inthebackgarret——asicklyroom,withaturn-upbedsteadinit,sohastilyandrecentlyturnedupthattheblanketswereboilingover,asitwere,andkeepingthelidopen——ahalf-finishedbreakfastofcoffeeandtoastfortwopersonswasjumbleddownanyhowonaricketytable。
Therewasnoonethere。Theoldmanmumblingtohimself,aftersomeconsideration,thatFannyhadrunaway,wenttothenextroomtofetchherback。Thevisitor,observingthatsheheldthedoorontheinside,andthat,whentheuncletriedtoopenit,therewasasharpadjurationof’Don’t,stupid!’andanappearanceofloosestockingandflannel,concludedthattheyoungladywasinanundress。Theuncle,withoutappearingtocometoanyconclusion,shuffledinagain,satdowninhischair,andbeganwarminghishandsatthefire;notthatitwascold,orthathehadanywakingideawhetheritwasornot。
’Whatdidyouthinkofmybrother,sir?’heasked,whenheby-and-
bydiscoveredwhathewasdoing,leftoff,reachedovertothechimney-piece,andtookhisclarionetcasedown。
’Iwasglad,’saidArthur,verymuchataloss,forhisthoughtswereonthebrotherbeforehim;’tofindhimsowellandcheerful。’
’Ha!’mutteredtheoldman,’yes,yes,yes,yes,yes!’
Arthurwonderedwhathecouldpossiblywantwiththeclarionetcase。Hedidnotwantitatall。Hediscovered,induetime,thatitwasnotthelittlepaperofsnuffwhichwasalsoonthechimney-piece,putitbackagain,tookdownthesnuffinstead,andsolacedhimselfwithapinch。Hewasasfeeble,spare,andslowinhispinchesasineverythingelse,butacertainlittletricklingofenjoymentofthemplayedinthepoorwornnervesaboutthecornersofhiseyesandmouth。
’Amy,MrClennam。Whatdoyouthinkofher?’
’Iammuchimpressed,MrDorrit,byallthatIhaveseenofherandthoughtofher。’
’MybrotherwouldhavebeenquitelostwithoutAmy,’hereturned。
’WeshouldallhavebeenlostwithoutAmy。Sheisaverygoodgirl,Amy。Shedoesherduty。’
Arthurfanciedthatheheardinthesepraisesacertaintoneofcustom,whichhehadheardfromthefatherlastnightwithaninwardprotestandfeelingofantagonism。Itwasnotthattheystintedherpraises,orwereinsensibletowhatshedidforthem;
butthattheywerelazilyhabituatedtoher,astheyweretoalltherestoftheircondition。Hefanciedthatalthoughtheyhadbeforethem,everyday,themeansofcomparisonbetweenherandoneanotherandthemselves,theyregardedherasbeinginhernecessaryplace;asholdingapositiontowardsthemallwhichbelongedtoher,likehernameorherage。Hefanciedthattheyviewedher,notashavingrisenawayfromtheprisonatmosphere,butasappertainingtoit;asbeingvaguelywhattheyhadarighttoexpect,andnothingmore。
Heruncleresumedhisbreakfast,andwasmunchingtoastsoppedincoffee,obliviousofhisguest,whenthethirdbellrang。ThatwasAmy,hesaid,andwentdowntoletherin;leavingthevisitorwithasvividapictureonhismindofhisbegrimedhands,dirt-wornface,anddecayedfigure,asifhewerestilldroopinginhischair。
Shecameupafterhim,intheusualplaindress,andwiththeusualtimidmanner。Herlipswerealittleparted,asifherheartbeatfasterthanusual。
’MrClennam,Amy,’saidheruncle,’hasbeenexpectingyousometime。’
’Itookthelibertyofsendingyouamessage。’
’Ireceivedthemessage,sir。’
’Areyougoingtomymother’sthismorning?Ithinknot,foritispastyourusualhour。’
’Notto-day,sir。Iamnotwantedto-day。’
’WillyouallowMetowalkalittlewayinwhateverdirectionyoumaybegoing?Icanthenspeaktoyouaswewalk,bothwithoutdetainingyouhere,andwithoutintrudinglongerheremyself。’
Shelookedembarrassed,butsaid,ifhepleased。Hemadeapretenceofhavingmislaidhiswalking-stick,togivehertimetosetthebedsteadright,toanswerhersister’simpatientknockatthewall,andtosayawordsoftlytoheruncle。Thenhefoundit,andtheywentdown-stairs;shefirst,hefollowing;theunclestandingatthestair-head,andprobablyforgettingthembeforetheyhadreachedthegroundfloor。
MrCripples’spupils,whowerebythistimecomingtoschool,desistedfromtheirmorningrecreationofcuffingoneanotherwithbagsandbooks,tostarewithalltheeyestheyhadatastrangerwhohadbeentoseeDirtyDick。Theyborethetryingspectacleinsilence,untilthemysteriousvisitorwasatasafedistance;whentheyburstintopebblesandyells,andlikewiseintorevilingdances,andinallrespectsburiedthepipeofpeacewithsomanysavageceremonies,that,ifMrCrippleshadbeenthechiefoftheCripplewaybootribewithhiswar-painton,theycouldscarcelyhavedonegreaterjusticetotheireducation。
Inthemidstofthishomage,MrArthurClennamofferedhisarmtoLittleDorrit,andLittleDorrittookit。’WillyougobytheIronBridge,’saidhe,’wherethereisanescapefromthenoiseofthestreet?’LittleDorritanswered,ifhepleased,andpresentlyventuredtohopethathewould’notmind’MrCripples’sboys,forshehadherselfreceivedhereducation,suchasitwas,inMrCripples’seveningacademy。Hereturned,withthebestwillintheworld,thatMrCripples’sboyswereforgivenoutofthebottomofhissoul。ThusdidCripplesunconsciouslybecomeamasteroftheceremoniesbetweenthem,andbringthemmorenaturallytogetherthanBeauNashmighthavedoneiftheyhadlivedinhisgoldendays,andhehadalightedfromhiscoachandsixforthepurpose。
Themorningremainedsqually,andthestreetsweremiserablymuddy,butnorainfellastheywalkedtowardstheIronBridge。Thelittlecreatureseemedsoyounginhiseyes,thatthereweremomentswhenhefoundhimselfthinkingofher,ifnotspeakingtoher,asifshewereachild。Perhapsheseemedasoldinhereyesassheseemedyounginhis。
’Iamsorrytohearyouweresoinconveniencedlastnight,sir,astobelockedin。Itwasveryunfortunate。’
Itwasnothing,hereturned。Hehadhadaverygoodbed。
’Ohyes!’shesaidquickly;’shebelievedtherewereexcellentbedsatthecoffee-house。’Henoticedthatthecoffee-housewasquiteamajestichoteltoher,andthatshetreasureditsreputation。
’Ibelieveitisveryexpensive,’saidLittleDorrit,’butMY
fatherhastoldmethatquitebeautifuldinnersmaybegotthere。
Andwine,’sheaddedtimidly。
’Wereyoueverthere?’
’Ohno!Onlyintothekitchentofetchhotwater。’
Tothinkofgrowingupwithakindofaweupononeastotheluxuriesofthatsuperbestablishment,theMarshalseaHotel!
’Iaskedyoulastnight,’saidClennam,’howyouhadbecomeacquaintedwithmymother。Didyoueverhearhernamebeforeshesentforyou?’
’No,sir。’
’Doyouthinkyourfathereverdid?’
’No,sir。’
Hemethereyesraisedtohiswithsomuchwonderinthemshewasscaredwhentheencountertookplace,andshrunkawayagain,thathefeltitnecessarytosay:
’Ihaveareasonforasking,whichIcannotverywellexplain;butyoumust,onnoaccount,supposeittobeofanaturetocauseyoutheleastalarmoranxiety。Quitethereverse。Andyouthinkthatatnotimeofyourfather’slifewasmynameofClennameverfamiliartohim?’
’No,sir。’