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。’