All this time the uncle was dolefully blowing his clarionet 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.'