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and hold us all in contempt； and tell me so to my face。 Because I am a
dancer！'
'O Fanny！'
'And Tip； too； poor fellow。 She is to disparage him just as much as she
likes； without any check……I suppose because he has been in the law； and
the docks； and different things。 Why； it was your doing； Amy。 You might
at least approve of his being defended。'
All this time the uncle was dolefully blowing his clario in the
corner； sometimes taking it an inch or so from his mouth for a moment
while he stopped to gaze at them； with a vague impression that somebody
had said something。
'And your father； your poor father； Amy。 Because he is not free to show
himself and to speak for himself； you would let such people insult him
with impunity。 If you don't feel for yourself because you go out to
work； you might at least feel for him； I should think； knowing what he
has undergone so long。'
Poor Little Dorrit felt the injustice of this taunt rather sharply。
The remembrance of last night added a barbed point to it。 She said
nothing in reply； but turned her chair from the table towards the fire。
Uncle； after making one more pause； blew a dismal wail and went on
again。
Fanny was passionate with the tea…cups and the bread as long as her
passion lasted； and then protested that she was the wretchedest girl in
the world； and she wished she was dead。 After that； her crying became
remorseful； and she got up and put her arms round her sister。 Little
Dorrit tried to stop her from saying anything； but she answered that
she would； she must！ Thereupon she said again； and again； 'I beg your
pardon； Amy；' and 'Forgive me； Amy；' almost as passionately as she had
said what she regretted。
'But indeed； indeed； Amy；' she resumed when they were seated in sisterly
accord side by side； 'I hope and I think you would have seen this
differently； if you had known a little more of Society。'
'Perhaps I might； Fanny；' said the mild Little Dorrit。
'You see； while you have been domestic and resignedly shut up there；
Amy；' pursued her sister； gradually beginning to patronise； 'I have
been out； moving more in Society； and may have been getting proud and
spirited……more than I ought to be； perhaps？'
Little Dorrit answered 'Yes。 O yes！'
'And while you have been thinking of the dinner or the clothes； I may
have been thinking； you know； of the family。 Now； may it not be so；
Amy？'
Little Dorrit again nodded 'Yes；' with a more cheerful face than heart。
'Especially as we know；' said Fanny； 'that there certainly is a tone in
the place to which you have been so true； which does belong to it； and
which does make it different from other aspects of Society。 So kiss me
once again； Amy dear； and we will agree that we may both be right； and
that you are a tranquil； domestic； home…loving； good girl。'
The clario had been lamenting most pathetically during this dialogue；
but was cut short now by Fanny's announcement that it was time to go；
which she conveyed to her uncle by shutting up his scrap of music； and
taking the clario out of his mouth。
Little Dorrit parted from them at the door； and hastened back to the
Marshalsea。 It fell dark there sooner than elsewhere； and going into it
that evening was like going into a deep trench。 The shadow of the wall
was on every object。 Not least upon the figure in the old grey gown and
the black velvet cap； as it turned towards her when she opened the door
of the dim room。
'Why not upon me too！' thought Little Dorrit； with the door Yet in her
hand。 'It was not unreasonable in Fanny。'
CHAPTER 21。 Mr Merdle's plaint
Upon that establishment of state； the Merdle establishment in Harley
Street； Cavendish Square； there was the shadow of no more mon wall
than the fronts of other establishments of state on the opposite side of
the street。 Like unexceptionable Society； the opposing rows of houses in
Harley Street were very grim with one another。 Indeed； the mansions and
their inhabitants were so much alike in that respect； that the people
were often to be found drawn up on opposite sides of dinner…tables； in
the shade of their own loftiness； staring at the other side of the way
with the dullness of the houses。
Everybody knows how like the street the two dinner…rows of people who
take their stand by the street will be。 The expressionless uniform
twenty houses； all to be knocked at and rung at in the same form； all
approachable by the same dull steps； all fended off by the same pattern
of railing； all with the same impracticable fire…escapes； the same
inconvenient fixtures in their heads； and everything without exception
to be taken at a high valuation……who has not dined with these？ The
house so drearily out of repair； the occasional bow…window； the stuccoed
house； the newly…fronted house； the corner house with nothing but
angular rooms； the house with the blinds always down； the house with the
hatchment always up； the house where the collector has called for one
quarter of an Idea； and found nobody at home……who has not dined with
these？ The house that nobody will take； and is to be had a bargain……who
does not know her？ The showy house that was taken for life by the
disappointed gentleman； and which does not suit him at all……who is
unacquainted with that haunted habitation？
Harley Street； Cavendish Square； was more than aware of Mr and Mrs
Merdle。 Intruders there were in Harley Street； of whom it was not aware；
but Mr and Mrs Merdle it delighted to honour。 Society was aware of
Mr and Mrs Merdle。 Society had said 'Let us license them； let us know
them。'
Mr Merdle was immensely rich； a man of prodigious enterprise； a
Midas without the ears； who turned all he touched to gold。 He was in
everything good； from banking to building。 He was in Parliament； of
course。 He was in the City； necessarily。 He was Chairman of this；
Trustee of that； President of the other。 The weightiest of men had said
to projectors； 'Now； what name have you got？ Have you got Merdle？' And；
the reply being in the negative； had said； 'Then I won't look at you。'
This great and fortunate man had provided that extensive bosom which
required so much room to be unfeeli