Thus, now boasting, now despairing, in either fit a captive with the

jail-rot upon him, and the impurity of his prison worn into the grain of

his soul, he revealed his degenerate state to his affectionate child.

No one else ever beheld him in the details of his humiliation. Little

recked the Collegians who were laughing in their rooms over his late

address in the Lodge, what a serious picture they had in their obscure

gallery of the Marshalsea that Sunday night.

There was a classical daughter once--perhaps--who ministered to her

father in his prison as her mother had ministered to her. Little Dorrit,

though of the unheroic modern stock and mere English, did much more,

in comforting her father's wasted heart upon her innocent breast, and

turning to it a fountain of love and fidelity that never ran dry or

waned through all his years of famine.

She soothed him; asked him for his forgiveness if she had been, or

seemed to have been, undutiful; told him, Heaven knows truly, that she

could not honour him more if he were the favourite of Fortune and the

whole world acknowledged him. When his tears were dried, and he sobbed

in his weakness no longer, and was free from that touch of shame, and

had recovered his usual bearing, she prepared the remains of his supper

afresh, and, sitting by his side, rejoiced to see him eat and drink. For

now he sat in his black velvet cap and old grey gown, magnanimous again;

and would have comported himself towards any Collegian who might have

looked in to ask his advice, like a great moral Lord Chesterfield, or

Master of the ethical ceremonies of the Marshalsea.

To keep his attention engaged, she talked with him about his wardrobe;

when he was pleased to say, that Yes, indeed, those shirts she proposed

would be exceedingly acceptable, for those he had were worn out, and,

being ready-made, had never fitted him. Being conversational, and in a

reasonable flow of spirits, he then invited her attention to his coat

as it hung behind the door: remarking that the Father of the place

would set an indifferent example to his children, already disposed to be

slovenly, if he went among them out at elbows. He was jocular, too,

as to the heeling of his shoes; but became grave on the subject of his

cravat, and promised her that, when she could afford it, she should buy

him a new one. While he smoked out his cigar in peace, she made his bed, and put the

small room in order for his repose. Being weary then, owing to the

advanced hour and his emotions, he came out of his chair to bless her

and wish her Good night. All this time he had never once thought of HER

dress, her shoes, her need of anything. No other person upon earth, save

herself, could have been so unmindful of her wants.




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