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of Collegians having set strongly in the direction of Harmony. Some few who had no music in their souls, or no money in their pockets, dawdled about; and the old spectacle of the visitor-wife and the depressed unseasoned prisoner still lingered in corners, as broken cobwebs and such unsightly discomforts draggle in corners of other places. It was the quietest time the College knew, saving the night hours when the Collegians took the benefit of the act of sleep. The occasional rattle of applause upon the tables of the Snuggery, denoted the successful termination of a morsel of Harmony; or the responsive acceptance, by the united children, of some toast or sentiment offered to them by their Father. Occasionally, a vocal strain more sonorous than the generality informed the listener that some boastful bass was in blue water, or in the hunting field, or with the reindeer, or on the mountain, or among the heather; but the Marshal of the Marshalsea knew better, and had got him hard and fast.

As Arthur Clennam moved to sit down by the side of Little Dorrit, she trembled so that she had much ado to hold her needle. Clennam gently put his hand upon her work, and said, โ€œDear Little Dorrit, let me lay it down.โ€

She yielded it to him, and he put it aside. Her hands were then nervously clasping together, but he took one of them.

โ€œHow seldom I have seen you lately, Little Dorrit!โ€

โ€œI have been busy, sir.โ€

โ€œBut I heard only today,โ€ said Clennam, โ€œby mere accident, of your having been with those good people close by me. Why not come to me, then?โ€

โ€œIโ โ€”I donโ€™t know. Or rather, I thought you might be busy too. You generally are now, are you not?โ€

He saw her trembling little form and her downcast face, and the eyes that drooped the moment they were raised to hisโ โ€”he saw them almost with as much concern as tenderness.

โ€œMy child, your manner is so changed!โ€

The trembling was now quite beyond her control. Softly withdrawing her hand, and laying it in her other hand, she sat before him with her head bent and her whole form trembling.

โ€œMy own Little Dorrit,โ€ said Clennam, compassionately.

She burst into tears. Maggy looked round of a sudden, and stared for at least a minute; but did not interpose. Clennam waited some little while before he spoke again.

โ€œI cannot bear,โ€ he said then, โ€œto see you weep; but I hope this is a relief to an overcharged heart.โ€

โ€œYes it is, sir. Nothing but that.โ€

โ€œWell, well! I feared you would think too much of what passed here just now. It is of no moment; not the least. I am only unfortunate to have come in the way. Let it go by with these tears. It is not worth one of them. One of them? Such an idle thing should be repeated, with my glad consent, fifty times a day, to save you a momentโ€™s heartache, Little Dorrit.โ€

She had taken courage now, and answered, far more in her usual manner, โ€œYou are so good! But even if there was nothing else in it to be sorry for and ashamed of, it is such a bad return to youโ โ€”โ€

โ€œHush!โ€ said Clennam, smiling and touching her lips with his hand. โ€œForgetfulness in you who remember so many and so much, would be new indeed. Shall I remind you that I am not, and that I never was, anything but the friend whom you agreed to trust? No. You remember it, donโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œI try to do so, or I should have broken the promise just now, when my mistaken brother was here. You will consider his bringing-up in this place, and will not judge him hardly, poor fellow, I know!โ€ In raising her eyes with these words, she observed his face more nearly than she had done yet, and said, with a quick change of tone, โ€œYou have not been ill, Mr. Clennam?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€

โ€œNor tried? Nor hurt?โ€ she asked him, anxiously.

It fell to Clennam now, to be not quite certain how to answer. He said in reply:

โ€œTo speak the truth, I have been a little troubled, but it is over. Do I show it so plainly? I ought to have more fortitude and self-command than that. I thought I had. I must learn them of you. Who could teach me better!โ€

He never thought that she saw in him what no one else could see. He never thought that in the whole world there were no other eyes that looked upon him with the same light and strength as hers.

โ€œBut it brings me to something that I wish to say,โ€ he continued, โ€œand therefore I will not quarrel even with my own face for telling tales and being unfaithful to me. Besides, it is a privilege and pleasure to confide in my Little Dorrit. Let me confess then, that, forgetting how grave I was, and how old I was, and how the time for such things had gone by me with the many years of sameness and little happiness that made up my long life far away, without marking itโ โ€”that, forgetting all this, I fancied I loved someone.โ€

โ€œDo I know her, sir?โ€ asked Little Dorrit.

โ€œNo, my child.โ€

โ€œNot the lady who has been kind to me for your sake?โ€

โ€œFlora. No, no. Do you thinkโ โ€”โ€

โ€œI never quite thought so,โ€ said Little Dorrit, more to herself than him. โ€œI did wonder at it a little.โ€

โ€œWell!โ€ said Clennam, abiding by the feeling that had fallen on him in the avenue on the night of the roses, the feeling that he was an older man, who had done with that tender part of life, โ€œI found out my mistake, and I thought about it a littleโ โ€”in short, a good dealโ โ€”and got wiser. Being wiser, I counted up my years and considered what I am, and looked back, and looked forward, and found that I should soon be grey. I found that I had climbed the hill, and passed the level ground upon the top, and was descending quickly.โ€

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