’There!’saidMrMeagles，’nowyouknowallaboutDoyce。Except，whichIowndoesnotimprovemystateofmind，thatevennowyoudon’thearhimcomplain。’
　　’Youmusthavegreatpatience，’saidArthurClennam，lookingathimwithsomewonder，’greatforbearance。’
　　’No，’hereturned，’Idon’tknowthatIhavemorethananotherman。’
　　’BytheLord，youhavemorethanIhave，though!’criedMrMeagles。
　　Doycesmiled，ashesaidtoClennam，’Yousee，myexperienceofthesethingsdoesnotbeginwithmyself。Ithasbeeninmywaytoknowalittleaboutthemfromtimetotime。Mineisnotaparticularcase。Iamnotworseusedthanahundredotherswhohaveputthemselvesinthesameposition——thanalltheothers，I
　　wasgoingtosay。’
　　’Idon’tknowthatIshouldfindthataconsolation，ifitweremycase；butIamverygladthatyoudo。’
　　’Understandme!Idon’tsay，’herepliedinhissteady，planningway，andlookingintothedistancebeforehimasifhisgreyeyeweremeasuringit，’thatit’srecompenseforaman’stoilandhope；
　　butit’sacertainsortofrelieftoknowthatImighthavecountedonthis。’
　　Hespokeinthatquietdeliberatemanner，andinthatundertone，whichisoftenobservableinmechanicswhoconsiderandadjustwithgreatnicety。Itbelongedtohimlikehissupplenessofthumb，orhispeculiarwayoftiltinguphishatatthebackeverynowandthen，asifhewerecontemplatingsomehalf-finishedworkofhishandandthinkingaboutit。
　　’Disappointed？’hewenton，ashewalkedbetweenthemunderthetrees。’Yes。NodoubtIamdisappointed。Hurt？Yes。NodoubtIamhurt。That’sonlynatural。ButwhatImeanwhenIsaythatpeoplewhoputthemselvesinthesamepositionaremostlyusedinthesameway——’
　　’InEngland，’saidMrMeagles。
　　’Oh!ofcourseImeaninEngland。Whentheytaketheirinventionsintoforeigncountries，that’squitedifferent。Andthat’sthereasonwhysomanygothere。’
　　MrMeaglesveryhotindeedagain。
　　’WhatImeanis，thathoweverthiscomestobetheregularwayofourgovernment，itisitsregularway。Haveyoueverheardofanyprojectororinventorwhofailedtofinditallbutinaccessible，andwhomitdidnotdiscourageandill-treat？’
　　’IcannotsaythatIeverhave。’
　　’Haveyoueverknownittobebeforehandintheadoptionofanyusefulthing？Everknownittosetanexampleofanyusefulkind？’
　　’Iamagooddealolderthanmyfriendhere，’saidMrMeagles，’andI’llanswerthat。Never。’
　　’Butweallthreehaveknown，Iexpect，’saidtheinventor，’aprettymanycasesofitsfixeddeterminationtobemilesuponmiles，andyearsuponyears，behindtherestofus；andofitsbeingfoundoutpersistingintheuseofthingslongsuperseded，evenafterthebetterthingswerewellknownandgenerallytakenup？’
　　Theyallagreeduponthat。
　　’Wellthen，’saidDoyce，withasigh，’asIknowwhatsuchametalwilldoatsuchatemperature，andsuchabodyundersuchapressure，soImayknowifIwillonlyconsider，howthesegreatlordsandgentlemenwillcertainlydealwithsuchamatterasmine。
　　Ihavenorighttobesurprised，withaheaduponmyshoulders，andmemoryinit，thatIfallintotherankswithallwhocamebeforeme。Ioughttohaveletitalone。Ihavehadwarningenough，Iamsure。’
　　Withthatheputuphisspectacle-case，andsaidtoArthur，’IfI
　　don’tcomplain，MrClennam，Icanfeelgratitude；andIassureyouthatIfeelittowardsourmutualfriend。Many’stheday，andmany’sthewayinwhichhehasbackedme。’
　　’Stuffandnonsense，’saidMrMeagles。
　　ArthurcouldnotbutglanceatDanielDoyceintheensuingsilence。
　　Thoughitwasevidentlyinthegrainofhischaracter，andofhisrespectforhisowncase，thatheshouldabstainfromidlemurmuring，itwasevidentthathehadgrowntheolder，thesterner，andthepoorer，forhislongendeavour。Hecouldnotbutthinkwhatablessedthingitwouldhavebeenforthisman，ifhehadtakenalessonfromthegentlemenwhoweresokindastotakeanation’saffairsincharge，andhadlearntHownottodoit。
　　MrMeagleswashotanddespondentforaboutfiveminutes，andthenbegantocoolandclearup。
　　’Come，come!’saidhe。’Weshallnotmakethisthebetterbybeinggrim。Wheredoyouthinkofgoing，Dan？’
　　’Ishallgobacktothefactory，’saidDan。
　　’Whythen，we’llallgobacktothefactory，orwalkinthatdirection，’returnedMrMeaglescheerfully。’MrClennamwon’tbedeterredbyitsbeinginBleedingHeartYard。’
　　’BleedingHeartYard？’saidClennam。’Iwanttogothere。’
　　’Somuchthebetter，’criedMrMeagles。’Comealong!’
　　Astheywentalong，certainlyoneoftheparty，andprobablymorethanone，thoughtthatBleedingHeartYardwasnoinappropriatedestinationforamanwhohadbeeninofficialcorrespondencewithmylordsandtheBarnacles——andperhapshadamisgivingalsothatBritanniaherselfmightcometolookforlodgingsinBleedingHeartYardsomeuglydayorother，ifsheover-didtheCircumlocutionOffice。
　　CHAPTER11
　　LetLooseAlate，dullautumnnightwasclosinginupontheriverSaone。Thestream，likeasulliedlooking-glassinagloomyplace，reflectedthecloudsheavily；andthelowbanksleanedoverhereandthere，asiftheywerehalfcurious，andhalfafraid，toseetheirdarkeningpicturesinthewater。TheflatexpanseofcountryaboutChalonslayalongheavystreak，occasionallymadealittleraggedbyarowofpoplartreesagainstthewrathfulsunset。OnthebanksoftheriverSaoneitwaswet，depressing，solitary；andthenightdeepenedfast。
　　OnemanslowlymovingontowardsChalonswastheonlyvisiblefigureinthelandscape。Cainmighthavelookedaslonelyandavoided。Withanoldsheepskinknapsackathisback，andarough，unbarkedstickcutoutofsomewoodinhishand；miry，footsore，hisshoesandgaiterstroddenout，hishairandbearduntrimmed；
　　thecloakhecarriedoverhisshoulder，andtheclotheshewore，soddenwithwet；limpingalonginpainanddifficulty；helookedasifthecloudswerehurryingfromhim，asifthewailofthewindandtheshudderingofthegrassweredirectedagainsthim，asifthelowmysteriousplashingofthewatermurmuredathim，asifthefitfulautumnnightweredisturbedbyhim。
　　Heglancedhere，andheglancedthere，sullenlybutshrinkingly；
　　andsometimesstoppedandturnedabout，andlookedallroundhim。
　　Thenhelimpedonagain，toilingandmuttering。
　　’Tothedevilwiththisplainthathasnoend!Tothedevilwiththesestonesthatcutlikeknives!Tothedevilwiththisdismaldarkness，wrappingitselfaboutonewithachill!Ihateyou!’
　　Andhewouldhavevisitedhishatreduponitallwiththescowlhethrewabouthim，ifhecould。Hetrudgedalittlefurther；andlookingintothedistancebeforehim，stoppedagain。
　　’I，hungry，thirsty，weary。You，imbeciles，wherethelightsareyonder，eatinganddrinking，andwarmingyourselvesatfires!I
　　wishIhadthesackingofyourtown；Iwouldrepayyou，mychildren!’
　　Buttheteethhesetatthetown，andthehandheshookatthetown，broughtthetownnonearer；andthemanwasyethungrier，andthirstier，andwearier，whenhisfeetwereonitsjaggedpavement，andhestoodlookingabouthim。
　　Therewasthehotelwithitsgateway，anditssavourysmellofcooking；therewasthecafewithitsbrightwindows，anditsrattlingofdominoes；therewasthedyer’swithitsstripsofredclothonthedoorposts；therewasthesilversmith’swithitsearrings，anditsofferingsforaltars；therewasthetobaccodealer’swithitslivelygroupofsoldiercustomerscomingoutpipeinmouth；therewerethebadodoursofthetown，andtherainandtherefuseinthekennels，andthefaintlampsslungacrosstheroad，andthehugeDiligence，anditsmountainofluggage，anditssixgreyhorseswiththeirtailstiedup，gettingunderweighatthecoachoffice。Butnosmallcabaretforastraitenedtravellerbeingwithinsight，hehadtoseekoneroundthedarkcorner，wherethecabbageleaveslaythickest，troddenaboutthepubliccisternatwhichwomenhadnotyetleftoffdrawingwater。There，inthebackstreethefoundone，theBreakofDay。ThecurtainedwindowscloudedtheBreakofDay，butitseemedlightandwarm，anditannouncedinlegibleinscriptionswithappropriatepictorialembellishmentofbilliardcueandball，thatattheBreakofDayonecouldplaybilliards；thatthereonecouldfindmeat，drink，andlodgings，whetheronecameonhorseback，orcameonfoot；andthatitkeptgoodwines，liqueurs，andbrandy。ThemanturnedthehandleoftheBreakofDaydoor，andlimpedin。
　　Hetouchedhisdiscolouredslouchedhat，ashecameinatthedoor，toafewmenwhooccupiedtheroom。Twowereplayingdominoesatoneofthelittletables；threeorfourwereseatedroundthestove，conversingastheysmoked；thebilliard-tableinthecentrewasleftaloneforthetime；thelandladyoftheDaybreaksatbehindherlittlecounteramonghercloudybottlesofsyrups，basketsofcakes，andleadendrainageforglasses，workingatherneedle。
　　Makinghiswaytoanemptylittletableinacorneroftheroombehindthestove，heputdownhisknapsackandhiscloakupontheground。Asheraisedhisheadfromstoopingtodoso，hefoundthelandladybesidehim。