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Mr　Doyce　stood；　chamber…candlestick　in　hand；　the　other　hand　in　his
pocket；　looking　hard　at　the　flame　of　his　candle；　with　a　certain　quiet
perception　in　his　face　that　they　were　going　to　say　something　more。　'I
thought　our　good　friend　a　little　changed；　and　out　of　spirits；　after　he
came　this　morning？'　said　Clennam。

'Yes；'　returned　Doyce。

'But　not　his　daughter？'　said　Clennam。

'No；'　said　Doyce。

There　was　a　pause　on　both　sides。　Mr　Doyce；　still　looking　at　the　flame　of
his　candle；　slowly　resumed：

'The　truth　is；　he　has　twice　taken　his　daughter　abroad　in　the　hope　of
separating　her　from　Mr　Gowan。　He　rather　thinks　she　is　disposed　to　like
him；　and　he　has　painful　doubts　（I　quite　agree　with　him；　as　I　dare　say
you　do）　of　the　hopefulness　of　such　a　marriage。'

'There……'　Clennam　choked；　and　coughed；　and　stopped。

'Yes；　you　have　taken　cold；'　said　Daniel　Doyce。　But　without　looking　at
him。

'There　is　an　engagement　between　them；　of　course？'　said　Clennam　airily。

'No。　As　I　am　told；　certainly　not。　It　has　been　solicited　on　the
gentleman's　part；　but　none　has　been　made。　Since　their　recent　return；
our　friend　has　yielded　to　a　weekly　visit；　but　that　is　the　utmost。　Minnie
would　not　deceive　her　father　and　mother。　You　have　travelled　with　them；
and　I　believe　you　know　what　a　bond　there　is　among　them；　extending　even
beyond　this　present　life。　All　that　there　is　between　Miss　Minnie　and　Mr
Gowan；　I　have　no　doubt　we　see。'

'Ah！　We　see　enough！'　cried　Arthur。

Mr　Doyce　wished　him　Good　Night　in　the　tone　of　a　man　who　had　heard　a
mournful；　not　to　say　despairing；　exclamation；　and　who　sought　to　infuse
some　encouragement　and　hope　into　the　mind　of　the　person　by　whom　it　had
been　uttered。　Such　tone　was　probably　a　part　of　his　oddity；　as　one　of
a　crotchety　band；　for　how　could　he　have　heard　anything　of　that　kind；
without　Clennam's　hearing　it　too？

The　rain　fell　heavily　on　the　roof；　and　pattered　on　the　ground；　and
dripped　among　the　evergreens　and　the　leafless　branches　of　the　trees。　The
rain　fell　heavily；　drearily。　It　was　a　night　of　tears。

If　Clennam　had　not　decided　against　falling　in　love　with　Pet；　if　he
had　had　the　weakness　to　do　it；　if　he　had；　little　by　little；　persuaded
himself　to　set　all　the　earnestness　of　his　nature；　all　the　might　of　his
hope；　and　all　the　wealth　of　his　matured　character；　on　that　cast；　if
he　had　done　this　and　found　that　all　was　lost；　he　would　have　been；
that　night；　unutterably　miserable。　As　it　was……As　it　was；　the　rain　fell
heavily；　drearily。




CHAPTER　18。　Little　Dorrit's　Lover


Little　Dorrit　had　not　attained　her　twenty…second　birthday　without
finding　a　lover。　Even　in　the　shallow　Marshalsea；　the　ever　young　Archer
shot　off　a　few　featherless　arrows　now　and　then　from　a　mouldy　bow；　and
winged　a　Collegian　or　two。

Little　Dorrit's　lover；　however；　was　not　a　Collegian。　He　was　the
sentimental　son　of　a　turnkey。　His　father　hoped；　in　the　fulness　of　time；
to　leave　him　the　inheritance　of　an　unstained　key；　and　had　from　his
early　youth　familiarised　him　with　the　duties　of　his　office；　and　with　an
ambition　to　retain　the　prison…lock　in　the　family。　While　the　succession
was　yet　in　abeyance；　he　assisted　his　mother　in　the　conduct　of　a　snug
tobacco　business　round　the　corner　of　Horsemonger　Lane　（his　father　being
a　non…resident　turnkey）；　which　could　usually　mand　a　neat　connection
within　the　College　walls。

Years　agone；　when　the　object　of　his　affections　was　wont　to　sit　in　her
little　arm…chair　by　the　high　Lodge…fender；　Young　John　（family　name；
Chivery）；　a　year　older　than　herself；　had　eyed　her　with　admiring　wonder。
When　he　had　played　with　her　in　the　yard；　his　favourite　game　had　been　to
counterfeit　locking　her　up　in　corners；　and　to　counterfeit　letting
her　out　for　real　kisses。　When　he　grew　tall　enough　to　peep　through　the
keyhole　of　the　great　lock　of　the　main　door；　he　had　divers　times　set　down
his　father's　dinner；　or　supper；　to　get　on　as　it　might　on　the　outer　side
thereof；　while　he　stood　taking　cold　in　one　eye　by　dint　of　peeping　at　her
through　that　airy　perspective。

If　Young　John　had　ever　slackened　in　his　truth　in　the　less　perable
days　of　his　boyhood；　when　youth　is　prone　to　wear　its　boots　unlaced　and
is　happily　unconscious　of　digestive　organs；　he　had　soon　strung　it　up
again　and　screwed　it　tight。　At　nieen；　his　hand　had　inscribed　in　chalk
on　that　part　of　the　wall　which　fronted　her　lodgings；　on　the　occasion　of
her　birthday；　'Wele　sweet　nursling　of　the　Fairies！'　At　twenty…three；
the　same　hand　falteringly　presented　cigars　on　Sundays　to　the　Father　of
the　Marshalsea；　and　Father　of　the　queen　of　his　soul。

Young　John　was　small　of　stature；　with　rather　weak　legs　and　very　weak
light　hair。　One　of　his　eyes　（perhaps　the　eye　that　used　to　peep　through
the　keyhole）　was　also　weak；　and　looked　larger　than　the　other；　as　if
it　couldn't　collect　itself。　Young　John　was　gentle　likewise。　But　he　was
great　of　soul。　Poetical；　expansive；　faithful。

Though　too　humble　before　the　ruler　of　his　heart　to　be　sanguine；　Young
John　had　considered　the　object　of　his　attachment　in　all　its　lights　and
shades。　Following　it　out　to　blissful　results；　he　had　descried；　without
self…mendation；　a　fitness　in　it。　Say　things　prospered；　and　they　were
united。　She；　the　child　of　the　Marshalsea；　he；　the　lock…keeper。　There
was　a　fitness　in　that。　Say　he　became　a　resident　turnkey。　She　would
officially　succeed　to　the　chamber　she　had　rented　so　long。　There　was　a
beautiful　propriety　in　that。　It　looked　over　the　wall；　if　you　stood　on
tip…toe；　and；　with　a　trellis…work　of　scarlet　beans　and　a　canary　or　so；
would　bee　a　very　Arbour。　There　was　a　charming　idea　in　that。　Then；
being　all　in　all　to　one　another；　there　was　even　an　appropriate　grace　in
the　lock。　With　the　world　shut　out　（except　that　part　of　it　which　would
be　shut　in）；　with　its　troubles　and　disturbances　only　known　to　them　by
hearsay；　as　they　would　be　described　by　the　pilgrims　tarrying　with　them
on　their　way　to　the　Insolvent　Shrine；　with　the　Arbour　above；　and　the
Lodge　below；　they　would　glide　down　the　stream　of　time；　in　pastoral
domestic　happiness。　Young　John　drew　tears　from　his　eyes　by　finishing　the
picture　with　a　tombstone　in　the　adjoining　churchyard；　close　against　the
prison　wall；　bearing　the　following　touching　inscription：　'Sacred　to
the　Memory　Of　JOHN　CHIVERY；　Sixty　years　Turnkey；　and　fifty　years
Head　Turnkey；　Of　the　neighbouring　Marshalsea；　Who　departed　this　life；
universally　respected；　on　the　thirty…first　of　December；　One　thousand
eight　hundred　and　eighty…six；　Aged　eighty…three　years。　Also　of　his　truly
beloved　and　truly　loving　wife；　AMY；　whose　maiden　name　was　DORRIT；　Who
survived　his　loss　not　quite　forty…eight　hours；　And　who　breathed　her　last
in　the　Marshalsea　aforesaid。　There　she　was　born；　There　she　lived；　There
she　died。'

The　Chivery　parents　were　not　ignorant　of　their　son's　attachment……indeed
it　had；　on　some　exceptional　occasions；　thrown　him　into　a　state　of　mind
that　had　impelled　him　to　conduct　himself　with　irascibility　towards　the
customers；　and　damage　the　business……but　they；　in　their　turns；　had　worked
it　out　to　desirable　conclusions。　Mrs　Chivery；　a　prudent　woman；　had
desired　her　husband　to　take　notice　that　their　john's　prospects　of　the
Lock　would　certainly　be　strengthened　by　an　alliance　with　Miss　Dorrit；
who　had　herself　a　kind　of　claim　upon　the　College　and　was　much　respected
there。　Mrs　Chivery　had　desired　her　husband　to　take　notice　that　if；　on
the　one　hand；　their　John　had　means　and　a　post　of　trust；　on　the　other
hand；　Miss　Dorrit　had　family；　and　that　her　（Mrs　Chivery's）　sentiment
was；　that　two　halves　made　a　whole。　Mrs　Chivery；　speaking　as　a　mother　and
not　as　a　diplomatist；　had　then；　from　a　different　point　of　view；　desired
her　husband　to　recollect　that　their　John　had　never　been　strong；　and
that　his　love　had　fretted　and　worrited　him　enough　as　it　was；　without
his　being　driven　to　do　himself　a　mischief；　as　nobody　couldn't　say
he　wouldn't　be　if　he　was　crossed。　These　arguments　had　so　powerfully
influenced　the　mind　of　Mr　Chivery；　who　was　a　man　of　few　words；　that　he
had　on　sundry　Sunday　mornings；　given　his　boy　what　he　termed　'a　lucky
touch；'　signifying　that　he　considered　such　mendation　of　him　to　Good
Fortune；　preparatory　to　his　that　day　declaring　his　passion　and
being　triumphant。　But　Young　John　had　never　taken　courage　to　make
the　declaration；　and　it　was　principally　on　these　occasions　that　he　had
returned　excited　to　the　tobacco　shop；　and　flown　at　the　customers。　In
this　affair；　as　in　every　other；　Little　Dorrit　herself　was　the　last
person　considered。　Her　brother　and　sister　were　aware　of　it；　and　attained
a　sort　of　station　by　making　a　peg　of　it　on　which　to　air　the　miserably
ragged　old　fiction　of　the　family　gentility。　Her　sister　asserted　the
family　gentility　by　flouting　the　poor　swain　as　he　loitered　about　the
prison　for　glimpses　of　his　dear。　Tip　asserted　the　family　gentility；　and
his　own；　by　ing　out　in　the　character　of　the　aristocratic　brother；　and
loftily　swaggering　in　the　little　skittle　ground　respecting　seizures　by
the　scruff　of　the　neck；　which　there　were　looming　probabilities　of　some
gentleman　unknown　executing　on　some　little　puppy　not　mentioned。　These
were　not　the　only　members　of　the　Dorrit　family　who　turned　it　to　account。

No；　no。　The　Father　of　the　Marshalsea　was　supposed　to　know　nothing　about
the　matter；　of　course：　his　poor　dignity　could　not　see　so　low。

But　he　took　the　cigars；　on　Sundays；　and　was　glad　to　get　them；　and
sometimes　even　condescended　to　walk　up　and　down　the　yard　with　the　donor
（who　was　proud　and　hopeful　then）；　and　benignantly　to　smoke　one　in
his　society。　With　no　less　readiness　and　condescension　did　he　receive
attentions　from　Chivery　Senior；　…chair
and　newspaper　to　him；　when　he　came　into　the　Lodge　during　one　of　his
spells　of　duty；　and　who　had　even　mentioned　to　him；　that；　if　he　would
like　at　any　time　after　dusk　quietly　to　step　out　into　the　fore…court　and
take　a　look　at　the　street；　there　was　not　much　to　prevent　him。　If　he　did
not　avail　himself　of　this　latter　civility；　it　was　only　because　he　had
lost　the　relish　for　it；　inasmuch　as　he　took　everything　else　he　could
get；　and　would　say　at　times；　'Extremely　civil　person；　Chivery；　very
attentive　man　and　very　respectful。　Young　Chivery；　too；　really　almost
with　a　delicate　perception　of　one's　position　here。　A　very　well　conducted
family　indeed；　the　Chiveries。　Their　behaviour　gratifies　me。'

The　devoted　Young　John　all　this　time　regarded　the　family　with　reverence。
He　never　dreamed　of　disputing　their　pretensions；　but　did　homage　to　the
miserable　Mumbo　jumbo　they　paraded。　As　to　resenting　any　affront　from　her
brother；　he　would　have　felt；　even　if　he　had　not　naturally　been　of　a　most
pacific　disposition；　that　to　wag　his　tongue　or　lift　his　hand　against
that　sacred　gentleman　would　be　an　unhallowed　act。　He　was　sorry　that
his　noble　mind　should　take　offence；　still；　he　felt　the　fact　to　be　not
inpatible　with　its　nobility；　and　sought　to　propitiate　and　conciliate
that　gallant　soul。　Her　father；　a　gentleman　in　misfortune……a　gentleman　of
a　fine　spirit　and　courtly　manners；　who　always　bore　with　him……he　deeply
honoured。　Her　sister　he　considered　somewhat　vain　and　proud；　but　a　young
lady　of　infinite　acplishments；　who　could　not　forget　the　past。　It　was
an　instinctive　testimony　to　Little　Dorrit's　worth　and　di