stream。Atanyhourlaterthansunset,andnotleastatthathourwhenmostofthepeoplewhohaveanythingtoeatathomearegoinghometoeatit,andwhenmostofthosewhohavenothinghavehardlyyetslunkouttobegorsteal,itwasadesertedplaceandlookedonadesertedscene。
SuchwasthehourwhenClennamstoppedatthecorner,observingthegirlandthestrangemanastheywentdownthestreet。Theman’sfootstepsweresonoisyontheechoingstonesthathewasunwillingtoaddthesoundofhisown。Butwhentheyhadpassedtheturningandwereinthedarknessofthedarkcornerleadingtotheterrace,hemadeafterthemwithsuchindifferentappearanceofbeingacasualpassengeronhisway,ashecouldassume。
Whenheroundedthedarkcorner,theywerewalkingalongtheterracetowardsafigurewhichwascomingtowardsthem。Ifhehadseenitbyitself,undersuchconditionsofgas-lamp,mist,anddistance,hemightnothaveknownitatfirstsight,butwiththefigureofthegirltoprompthim,heatoncerecognisedMissWade。
Hestoppedatthecorner,seemingtolookbackexpectantlyupthestreetasifhehadmadeanappointmentwithsomeonetomeethimthere;buthekeptacarefuleyeonthethree。Whentheycametogether,themantookoffhishat,andmadeMissWadeabow。Thegirlappearedtosayafewwordsasthoughshepresentedhim,oraccountedforhisbeinglate,orearly,orwhatnot;andthenfellapaceorsobehind,byherself。MissWadeandthemanthenbegantowalkupanddown;themanhavingtheappearanceofbeingextremelycourteousandcomplimentaryinmanner;MissWadehavingtheappearanceofbeingextremelyhaughty。
Whentheycamedowntothecornerandturned,shewassaying,’IfIpinchmyselfforit,sir,thatismybusiness。Confineyourselftoyours,andaskmenoquestion。’
’ByHeaven,ma’am!’hereplied,makingheranotherbow。’Itwasmyprofoundrespectforthestrengthofyourcharacter,andmyadmirationofyourbeauty。’
’Iwantneithertheonenortheotherfromanyone,’saidshe,’andcertainlynotfromyouofallcreatures。Goonwithyourreport。’
’AmIpardoned?’heasked,withanairofhalfabashedgallantry。
’Youarepaid,’shesaid,’andthatisallyouwant。’
Whetherthegirlhungbehindbecauseshewasnottohearthebusiness,orasalreadyknowingenoughaboutit,Clennamcouldnotdetermine。Theyturnedandsheturned。Shelookedawayattheriver,asshewalkedwithherhandsfoldedbeforeher;andthatwasallhecouldmakeofherwithoutshowinghisface。Therehappened,bygoodfortune,tobealoungerreallywaitingforsomeone;andhesometimeslookedovertherailingatthewater,andsometimescametothedarkcornerandlookedupthestreet,renderingArthurlessconspicuous。
WhenMissWadeandthemancamebackagain,shewassaying,’Youmustwaituntilto-morrow。’
’Athousandpardons?’hereturned。’Myfaith!Thenit’snotconvenientto-night?’
’No。ItellyouImustgetitbeforeIcangiveittoyou。’
Shestoppedintheroadway,asiftoputanendtotheconference。
Heofcoursestoppedtoo。Andthegirlstopped。
’It’salittleinconvenient,’saidtheman。’Alittle。But,HolyBlue!that’snothinginsuchaservice。Iamwithoutmoneyto-
night,bychance。Ihaveagoodbankerinthiscity,butIwouldnotwishtodrawuponthehouseuntilthetimewhenIshalldrawforaroundsum。’
’Harriet,’saidMissWade,’arrangewithhim——thisgentlemanhere——
forsendinghimsomemoneyto-morrow。’Shesaiditwithaslurofthewordgentlemanwhichwasmorecontemptuousthananyemphasis,andwalkedslowlyon。
Themanbenthisheadagain,andthegirlspoketohimastheybothfollowedher。ClennamventuredtolookatthegirlastheyMovedaway。Hecouldnotethatherrichblackeyeswerefasteneduponthemanwithascrutinisingexpression,andthatshekeptatalittledistancefromhim,astheywalkedsidebysidetothefurtherendoftheterrace。
Aloudandalteredclankuponthepavementwarnedhim,beforehecoulddiscernwhatwaspassingthere,thatthemanwascomingbackalone。Clennamloungedintotheroad,towardstherailing;andthemanpassedataquickswing,withtheendofhiscloakthrownoverhisshoulder,singingascrapofaFrenchsong。
Thewholevistahadnooneinitnowbuthimself。Theloungerhadloungedoutofview,andMissWadeandTattycoramweregone。Morethaneverbentonseeingwhatbecameofthem,andonhavingsomeinformationtogivehisgoodfriend,MrMeagles,hewentoutatthefurtherendoftheterrace,lookingcautiouslyabouthim。Herightlyjudgedthat,atfirstatallevents,theywouldgoinacontrarydirectionfromtheirlatecompanion。Hesoonsawtheminaneighbouringbye-street,whichwasnotathoroughfare,evidentlyallowingtimeforthemantogetwelloutoftheirway。Theywalkedleisurelyarm-in-armdownonesideofthestreet,andreturnedontheoppositeside。Whentheycamebacktothestreet-
corner,theychangedtheirpaceforthepaceofpeoplewithanobjectandadistancebeforethem,andwalkedsteadilyaway。
Clennam,nolesssteadily,kepttheminsight。
TheycrossedtheStrand,andpassedthroughCoventGardenunderthewindowsofhisoldlodgingwheredearLittleDorrithadcomethatnight,andslantedawaynorth-east,untiltheypassedthegreatbuildingwhenceTattycoramderivedhername,andturnedintotheGray’sInnRoad。Clennamwasquiteathomehere,inrightofFlora,nottomentionthePatriarchandPancks,andkepttheminviewwithease。Hewasbeginningtowonderwheretheymightbegoingnext,whenthatwonderwaslostinthegreaterwonderwithwhichhesawthemturnintothePatriarchalstreet。ThatwonderwasinitsturnswalloweduponthegreaterwonderwithwhichhesawthemstopatthePatriarchaldoor。Alowdoubleknockatthebrightbrassknocker,agleamoflightintotheroadfromtheopeneddoor,abriefpauseforinquiryandanswerandthedoorwasshut,andtheywerehoused。
Afterlookingatthesurroundingobjectsforassurancethathewasnotinanodddream,andafterpacingalittlewhilebeforethehouse,Arthurknockedatthedoor。Itwasopenedbytheusualmaid-servant,andsheshowedhimupatonce,withherusualalacrity,toFlora’ssitting-room。
TherewasnoonewithFlorabutMrF。’sAunt,whichrespectablegentlewoman,baskinginabalmyatmosphereofteaandtoast,wasensconcedinaneasy-chairbythefireside,withalittletableatherelbow,andacleanwhitehandkerchiefspreadoverherlaponwhichtwopiecesoftoastatthatmomentawaitedconsumption。
Bendingoverasteamingvesseloftea,andlookingthroughthesteam,andbreathingforththesteam,likeamalignantChineseenchantressengagedintheperformanceofunholyrites,MrF。’sAuntputdownhergreatteacupandexclaimed,’Drathim,ifhean’tcomebackagain!’
ItwouldseemfromtheforegoingexclamationthatthisuncompromisingrelativeofthelamentedMrF。,measuringtimebytheacutenessofhersensationsandnotbytheclock,supposedClennamtohavelatelygoneaway;whereasatleastaquarterofayearhadelapsedsincehehadhadthetemeritytopresenthimselfbeforeher。
’MygoodnessArthur!’criedFlora,risingtogivehimacordialreception,’DoyceandClennamwhatastartandasurpriseforthoughnotfarfromthemachineryandfoundrybusinessandsurelymightbetakensometimesifatnoothertimeaboutmid-daywhenaglassofsherryandahumblesandwichofwhatevercoldmeatinthelardermightnotcomeamissnortastetheworseforbeingfriendlyforyouknowyoubuyitsomewhereandwhereverboughtaprofitmustbemadeortheywouldneverkeeptheplaceitstandstoreasonwithoutamotivestillneverseenandlearntnownottobeexpected,forasMrF。himselfsaidifseeingisbelievingnotseeingisbelievingtooandwhenyoudon’tseeyoumayfullybelieveyou’renotrememberednotthatIexpectyouArthurDoyceandClennamtoremembermewhyshouldIforthedaysaregonebutbringanotherteacupheredirectlyandtellherfreshtoastandpraysitnearthefire。’
Arthurwasinthegreatestanxietytoexplaintheobjectofhisvisit;butwasputoffforthemoment,inspiteofhimself,bywhatheunderstoodofthereproachfulpurportofthesewords,andbythegenuinepleasureshetestifiedinseeinghim。
’Andnowpraytellmesomethingallyouknow,’saidFlora,drawingherchairneartohis,’aboutthegooddearquietlittlethingandallthechangesofherfortunescarriagepeoplenownodoubtandhorseswithoutnumbermostromantic,acoatofarmsofcourseandwildbeastsontheirhindlegsshowingitasifitwasacopytheyhaddonewithmouthsfromeartoeargoodgracious,andhassheherhealthwhichisthefirstconsiderationafterallforwhatiswealthwithoutitMrF。himselfsooftensayingwhenhistwingescamethatsixpenceadayandfindyourselfandnogoutsomuchpreferable,notthathecouldhavelivedonanythinglikeitbeingthelastmanorthatthepreviouslittlethingthoughfartoofamiliaranexpressionnowhadanytendencyofthatsortmuchtooslightandsmallbutlookedsofragileblessher?’
MrF。’sAunt,whohadeatenapieceoftoastdowntothecrust,heresolemnlyhandedthecrusttoFlora,whoateitforherasamatterofbusiness。MrF。’sAuntthenmoistenedhertenfingersinslowsuccessionatherlips,andwipedtheminexactlythesameorderonthewhitehandkerchief;thentooktheotherpieceoftoast,andfelltoworkuponit。Whilepursuingthisroutine,shelookedatClennamwithanexpressionofsuchintenseseveritythathefeltobligedtolookatherinreturn,againsthispersonalinclinations。
’SheisinItaly,withallherfamily,Flora,’hesaid,whenthedreadedladywasoccupiedagain。
’InItalyisshereally?’saidFlora,’withthegrapesgrowingeverywhereandlavanecklacesandbraceletstoothatlandofpoetrywithburningmountainspicturesquebeyondbeliefthoughiftheorgan-boyscomeawayfromtheneighbourhoodnottobescorchednobodycanwonderbeingsoyoungandbringingtheirwhitemicewiththemmosthumane,andisshereallyinthatfavouredlandwithnothingbutblueaboutheranddyinggladiatorsandBelvederesthoughMrF。himselfdidnotbelieveforhisobjectionwheninspiritswasthattheimagescouldnotbetruetherebeingnomediumbetweenexpensivequantitiesoflinenbadlygotupandallincreasesandnonewhatever,whichcertainlydoesnotseemprobablethoughperhapsinconsequenceoftheextremesofrichandpoorwhichmayaccountforit。’
Arthurtriedtoedgeawordin,butFlorahurriedonagain。
’VenicePreservedtoo,’saidshe,’IthinkyouhavebeenthereisitwellorillpreservedforpeoplediffersoandMaccaroniiftheyreallyeatitliketheconjurorswhynotcutitshorter,youareacquaintedArthur——dearDoyceandClennamatleastnotdearandmostassuredlynotDoyceforIhavenotthepleasurebutprayexcuseme——acquaintedIbelievewithMantuawhathasitgottodowithMantua-makingforIneverhavebeenabletoconceive?’
’Ibelievethereisnoconnection,Flora,betweenthetwo,’Arthurwasbeginning,whenshecaughthimupagain。
’Uponyourwordnoisn’tthereIneverdidbutthat’slikemeIrunawaywithanideaandhavingnonetospareIkeepit,alastherewasatimedearArthurthatistosaydecidedlynotdearnorArthurneitherbutyouunderstandmewhenonebrightideagildedthewhat’s-his-namehorizonofetceterabutitisdarklycloudednowandallisover。’
Arthur’sincreasingwishtospeakofsomethingverydifferentwasbythistimesoplainlywrittenonhisface,thatFlorastoppedinatenderlook,andaskedhimwhatitwas?
’Ihavethegreatestdesire,Flora,tospeaktosomeonewhoisnowinthishouse——withMrCasbynodoubt。SomeonewhomIsawcomein,andwho,inamisguidedanddeplorableway,hasdesertedthehouseofafriendofmine。’
’Papaseessomanyandsuchoddpeople,’saidFlora,rising,’thatIshouldn’tventuretogodownforanyonebutyouArthurbutforyouIwouldwillinglygodowninadiving-bellmuchmoreadining-
roomandwillcomebackdirectlyifyou’llmindandatthesametimenotmindMrF。’sAuntwhileI’mgone。’
Withthosewordsandapartingglance,Florabustledout,leavingClennamunderdreadfulapprehensionofthisterriblecharge。
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