'I see precious well,' said Mr Tip, rising, 'that I shall get no

sensible or fair argument here to-night, and so the best thing I can do

is to cut. Good night, Amy. Don't be vexed. I am very sorry it happens

here, and you here, upon my soul I am; but I can't altogether part with

my spirit, even for your sake, old girl.'

With those words he put on his hat and went out, accompanied by Miss

Fanny; who did not consider it spirited on her part to take leave of

Clennam with any less opposing demonstration than a stare, importing

that she had always known him for one of the large body of conspirators.

When they were gone, the Father of the Marshalsea was at first inclined

to sink into despondency again, and would have done so, but that a

gentleman opportunely came up within a minute or two to attend him to

the Snuggery. It was the gentleman Clennam had seen on the night of his

own accidental detention there, who had that impalpable grievance about

the misappropriated Fund on which the Marshal was supposed to batten.

He presented himself as deputation to escort the Father to the Chair, it

being an occasion on which he had promised to preside over the assembled

Collegians in the enjoyment of a little Harmony.

'Such, you see, Mr Clennam,' said the Father, 'are the incongruities

of my position here. But a public duty! No man, I am sure, would more

readily recognise a public duty than yourself.'

Clennam besought him not to delay a moment. 'Amy, my dear, if you can

persuade Mr Clennam to stay longer, I can leave the honours of our poor

apology for an establishment with confidence in your hands, and

perhaps you may do something towards erasing from Mr Clennam's mind

the--ha--untoward and unpleasant circumstance which has occurred since

tea-time.' Clennam assured him that it had made no impression on his mind, and

therefore required no erasure. 'My dear sir,' said the Father, with a removal of his black cap and a

grasp of Clennam's hand, combining to express the safe receipt of his

note and enclosure that afternoon, 'Heaven ever bless you!'

So, at last, Clennam's purpose in remaining was attained, and he could

speak to Little Dorrit with nobody by. Maggy counted as nobody, and she

was by.




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