wroteoutthatIwishedtodoneedlework,andgavehisaddress。
AndhegotwhatIwroteoutdisplayedatafewplaceswhereitcostnothing,andMrsClennamfoundmethatway,andsentforme。Thegatewillbelocked,sir!’
Shewassotremulousandagitated,andhewassomovedbycompassionforher,andbydeepinterestinherstoryasitdawneduponhim,thathecouldscarcelytearhimselfaway。Butthestoppageofthebell,andthequietintheprison,wereawarningtodepart;andwithafewhurriedwordsofkindnessheleftherglidingbacktoherfather。
Butheremainedtoolate。Theinnergatewaslocked,andthelodgeclosed。Afteralittlefruitlessknockingwithhishand,hewasstandingtherewiththedisagreeableconvictionuponhimthathehadgottogetthroughthenight,whenavoiceaccostedhimfrombehind。
’Caught,eh?’saidthevoice。’Youwon’tgohometillmorning。
Oh!It’syou,isit,MrClennam?’
ThevoicewasTip’s;andtheystoodlookingatoneanotherintheprison-yard,asitbegantorain。
’You’vedoneit,’observedTip;’youmustbesharperthanthatnexttime。’
’Butyouarelockedintoo,’saidArthur。
’IbelieveIam!’saidTip,sarcastically。’About!Butnotinyourway。Ibelongtotheshop,onlymysisterhasatheorythatourgovernormustneverknowit。Idon’tseewhy,myself。’
’CanIgetanyshelter?’askedArthur。’WhathadIbetterdo?’
’WehadbettergetholdofAmyfirstofall,’saidTip,referringanydifficultytoherasamatterofcourse。
’Iwouldratherwalkaboutallnight——it’snotmuchtodo——thangivethattrouble。’
’Youneedn’tdothat,ifyoudon’tmindpayingforabed。Ifyoudon’tmindpaying,they’llmakeyouuponeontheSnuggerytable,underthecircumstances。Ifyou’llcomealong,I’llintroduceyouthere。’
Astheypasseddowntheyard,Arthurlookedupatthewindowoftheroomhehadlatelyleft,wherethelightwasstillburning。’Yes,sir,’saidTip,followinghisglance。’That’sthegovernor’s。
She’llsitwithhimforanotherhourreadingyesterday’spapertohim,orsomethingofthatsort;andthenshe’llcomeoutlikealittleghost,andvanishawaywithoutasound。’
’Idon’tunderstandyou。’
’Thegovernorsleepsupintheroom,andshehasalodgingattheturnkey’s。Firsthousethere,’saidTip,pointingoutthedoorwayintowhichshehadretired。’Firsthouse,skyparlour。Shepaystwiceasmuchforitasshewouldforonetwiceasgoodoutside。
Butshestandsbythegovernor,poordeargirl,dayandnight。’
Thisbroughtthemtothetavern-establishmentattheupperendoftheprison,wherethecollegianshadjustvacatedtheirsocialeveningclub。Theapartmentontheground-floorinwhichitwasheld,wastheSnuggeryinquestion;thepresidentialtribuneofthechairman,thepewter-pots,glasses,pipes,tobacco-ashes,andgeneralflavourofmembers,werestillasthatconvivialinstitutionhadleftthemonitsadjournment。TheSnuggeryhadtwoofthequalitiespopularlyheldtobeessentialtogrogforladies,inrespectthatitwashotandstrong;butinthethirdpointofanalogy,requiringplentyofit,theSnuggerywasdefective;beingbutacooped-upapartment。
Theunaccustomedvisitorfromoutside,naturallyassumedeverybodyheretobeprisoners——landlord,waiter,barmaid,potboy,andall。
Whethertheywereornot,didnotappear;buttheyallhadaweedylook。Thekeeperofachandler’sshopinafrontparlour,whotookingentlemenboarders,lenthisassistanceinmakingthebed。Hehadbeenatailorinhistime,andhadkeptaphaeton,hesaid。Heboastedthathestooduplitigiouslyfortheinterestsofthecollege;andhehadundefinedandundefinableideasthatthemarshalintercepteda’Fund,’whichoughttocometothecollegians。Helikedtobelievethis,andalwaysimpressedtheshadowygrievanceonnew-comersandstrangers;thoughhecouldnot,forhislife,haveexplainedwhatFundhemeant,orhowthenotionhadgotrootedinhissoul。Hehadfullyconvincedhimself,notwithstanding,thathisownpropershareoftheFundwasthreeandninepenceaweek;andthatinthisamounthe,asanindividualcollegian,wasswindledbythemarshal,regularlyeveryMonday。
Apparently,hehelpedtomakethebed,thathemightnotloseanopportunityofstatingthiscase;afterwhichunloadingofhismind,andafterannouncingasitseemedhealwaysdid,withoutanythingcomingofitthathewasgoingtowritealettertothepapersandshowthemarshalup,hefellintomiscellaneousconversationwiththerest。Itwasevidentfromthegeneraltoneofthewholeparty,thattheyhadcometoregardinsolvencyasthenormalstateofmankind,andthepaymentofdebtsasadiseasethatoccasionallybrokeout。
Inthisstrangescene,andwiththesestrangespectresflittingabouthim,ArthurClennamlookedonatthepreparationsasiftheywerepartofadream。Pendingwhich,thelong-initiatedTip,withanawfulenjoymentoftheSnuggery’sresources,pointedoutthecommonkitchenfiremaintainedbysubscriptionofcollegians,theboilerforhotwatersupportedinlikemanner,andotherpremisesgenerallytendingtothedeductionthatthewaytobehealthy,wealthy,andwise,wastocometotheMarshalsea。
Thetwotablesputtogetherinacorner,were,atlength,convertedintoaveryfairbed;andthestrangerwaslefttotheWindsorchairs,thepresidentialtribune,thebeeryatmosphere,sawdust,pipe-lights,spittoonsandrepose。Butthelastitemwaslong,long,long,inlinkingitselftotherest。Thenoveltyoftheplace,thecominguponitwithoutpreparation,thesenseofbeinglockedup,theremembranceofthatroomup-stairs,ofthetwobrothers,andabovealloftheretiringchildishform,andthefaceinwhichhenowsawyearsofinsufficientfood,ifnotofwant,kepthimwakingandunhappy。
Speculations,too,bearingthestrangestrelationstowardstheprison,butalwaysconcerningtheprison,ranlikenightmaresthroughhismindwhilehelayawake。Whethercoffinswerekeptreadyforpeoplewhomightdiethere,wheretheywerekept,howtheywerekept,wherepeoplewhodiedintheprisonwereburied,howtheyweretakenout,whatformswereobserved,whetheranimplacablecreditorcouldarrestthedead?Astoescaping,whatchancestherewereofescape?Whetheraprisonercouldscalethewallswithacordandgrapple,howhewoulddescendupontheotherside?whetherhecouldalightonahousetop,stealdownastaircase,lethimselfoutatadoor,andgetlostinthecrowd?
AstoFireintheprison,ifoneweretobreakoutwhilehelaythere?
Andtheseinvoluntarystartsoffancywere,afterall,butthesettingofapictureinwhichthreepeoplekeptbeforehim。Hisfather,withthesteadfastlookwithwhichhehaddied,propheticallydarkenedforthintheportrait;hismother,withherarmup,wardingoffhissuspicion;LittleDorrit,withherhandonthedegradedarm,andherdroopingheadturnedaway。
Whatifhismotherhadanoldreasonshewellknewforsofteningtothispoorgirl!Whatiftheprisonernowsleepingquietly——Heavengrantit!——bythelightofthegreatDayofjudgmentshouldtracebackhisfalltoher。Whatifanyactofhersandofhisfather’s,shouldhaveevenremotelybroughtthegreyheadsofthosetwobrotherssolow!
Aswiftthoughtshotintohismind。Inthatlongimprisonmenthere,andinherownlongconfinementtoherroom,didhismotherfindabalancetobestruck?’IadmitthatIwasaccessorytothatman’scaptivity。Ihavesufferedforitinkind。Hehasdecayedinhisprison:Iinmine。Ihavepaidthepenalty。’
Whenalltheotherthoughtshadfadedout,thisoneheldpossessionofhim。Whenhefellasleep,shecamebeforehiminherwheeledchair,wardinghimoffwiththisjustification。Whenheawoke,andsprangupcauselesslyfrightened,thewordswereinhisears,asifhervoicehadslowlyspokenthemathispillow,tobreakhisrest:
’Hewithersawayinhisprison;Iwitherawayinmine;inexorablejusticeisdone;whatdoIoweonthisscore!’
LittleMotherThemorninglightwasinnohurrytoclimbtheprisonwallandlookinattheSnuggerywindows;andwhenitdidcome,itwouldhavebeenmorewelcomeifithadcomealone,insteadofbringingarushofrainwithit。Buttheequinoctialgaleswereblowingoutatsea,andtheimpartialsouth-westwind,initsflight,wouldnotneglecteventhenarrowMarshalsea。WhileitroaredthroughthesteepleofStGeorge’sChurch,andtwirledallthecowlsintheneighbourhood,itmadeaswooptobeattheSouthwarksmokeintothejail;and,plungingdownthechimneysofthefewearlycollegianswhowereyetlightingtheirfires,halfsuffocatedthem。
ArthurClennamwouldhavebeenlittledisposedtolingerinbed,thoughhisbedhadbeeninamoreprivatesituation,andlessaffectedbytherakingoutofyesterday’sfire,thekindlingofto-
day’sunderthecollegiateboiler,thefillingofthatSpartanvesselatthepump,thesweepingandsawdustingofthecommonroom,andothersuchpreparations。Heartilygladtoseethemorning,thoughlittlerestedbythenight,heturnedoutassoonashecoulddistinguishobjectsabouthim,andpacedtheyardfortwoheavyhoursbeforethegatewasopened。
Thewallsweresoneartooneanother,andthewildcloudshurriedoverthemsofast,thatitgavehimasensationlikethebeginningofsea-sicknesstolookupatthegustysky。Therain,carriedaslantbyflawsofwind,blackenedthatsideofthecentralbuildingwhichhehadvisitedlastnight,butleftanarrowdrytroughundertheleeofthewall,wherehewalkedupanddownamongthewaitsofstrawanddustandpaper,thewastedroppingsofthepump,andthestrayleavesofyesterday’sgreens。Itwasashaggardaviewoflifeasamanneedlookupon。
Norwasitrelievedbyanyglimpseofthelittlecreaturewhohadbroughthimthere。Perhapssheglidedoutofherdoorwayandinatthatwhereherfatherlived,whilehisfacewasturnedfromboth;
buthesawnothingofher。Itwastooearlyforherbrother;tohaveseenhimonce,wastohaveseenenoughofhimtoknowthathewouldbesluggishtoleavewhateverfrowsybedheoccupiedatnight;so,asArthurClennamwalkedupanddown,waitingforthegatetoopen,hecastaboutinhismindforfutureratherthanforpresentmeansofpursuinghisdiscoveries。
Atlastthelodge-gateturned,andtheturnkey,standingonthestep,takinganearlycombathishair,wasreadytolethimout。
Withajoyfulsenseofreleasehepassedthroughthelodge,andfoundhimselfagaininthelittleoutercourt-yardwherehehadspokentothebrotherlastnight。
Therewasastringofpeoplealreadystragglingin,whomitwasnotdifficulttoidentifyasthenondescriptmessengers,go-betweens,anderrand-bearersoftheplace。Someofthemhadbeenloungingintherainuntilthegateshouldopen;others,whohadtimedtheirarrivalwithgreaternicety,werecomingupnow,andpassinginwithdampwhitey-brownpaperbagsfromthegrocers,loavesofbread,lumpsofbutter,eggs,milk,andthelike。Theshabbinessoftheseattendantsuponshabbiness,thepovertyoftheseinsolventwaitersuponinsolvency,wasasighttosee。Suchthreadbarecoatsandtrousers,suchfustygownsandshawls,suchsquashedhatsandbonnets,suchbootsandshoes,suchumbrellasandwalking-sticks,neverwereseeninRagFair。Allofthemworethecast-offclothesofothermenandwomen,weremadeupofpatchesandpiecesofotherpeople’sindividuality,andhadnosartorialexistenceoftheirownproper。Theirwalkwasthewalkofaraceapart。Theyhadapeculiarwayofdoggedlyslinkingroundthecorner,asiftheywereeternallygoingtothepawnbroker’s。Whentheycoughed,theycoughedlikepeopleaccustomedtobeforgottenondoorstepsandindraughtypassages,waitingforanswerstolettersinfadedink,whichgavetherecipientsofthosemanuscriptsgreatmentaldisturbanceandnosatisfaction。Astheyeyedthestrangerinpassing,theyeyedhimwithborrowingeyes——hungry,sharp,speculativeastohissoftnessiftheywereaccreditedtohim,andthelikelihoodofhisstandingsomethinghandsome。Mendicityoncommissionstoopedintheirhighshoulders,shambledintheirunsteadylegs,buttonedandpinnedanddarnedanddraggedtheirclothes,frayedtheirbutton-holes,leakedoutoftheirfiguresindirtylittleendsoftape,andissuedfromtheirmouthsinalcoholicbreathings。
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