Mr Meagles was hot and despondent for about five minutes, and then began
to cool and clear up. 'Come, come!' said he. 'We shall not make this the better by being grim.
Where do you think of going, Dan?' 'I shall go back to the factory,' said Dan. 'Why then, we'll all go
back to the factory, or walk in that direction,' returned Mr Meagles
cheerfully. 'Mr Clennam won't be deterred by its being in Bleeding Heart
Yard.' 'Bleeding Heart Yard?' said Clennam. 'I want to go there.' 'So much the better,' cried Mr Meagles.
'Come along!' As they went along, certainly one of the party, and probably more than
one, thought that Bleeding Heart Yard was no inappropriate destination
for a man who had been in official correspondence with my lords and the
Barnacles--and perhaps had a misgiving also that Britannia herself might
come to look for lodgings in Bleeding Heart Yard some ugly day or other,
if she over-did the Circumlocution Office.