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genuine　a　taste　for　swindling；　will　succeed　as　well。　Pardon　me；　but
I　think　you　really　have　no　idea　how　the　human　bees　will　swarm　to　the
beating　of　any　old　tin　kettle；　in　that　fact　lies　the　plete　manual　of
governing　them。　When　they　can　be　got　to　believe　that　the　kettle　is　made
of　the　precious　metals；　in　that　fact　lies　the　whole　power　of　men　like
our　late　lamented。　No　doubt　there　are　here　and　there；'　said　Ferdinand
politely；　'exceptional　cases；　where　people　have　been　taken　in　for　what
appeared　to　them　to　be　much　better　reasons；　and　I　need　not　go　far　to
find　such　a　case；　but　they　don't　invalidate　the　rule。　Good　day！　I　hope
that　when　I　have　the　pleasure　of　seeing　you；　next；　this　passing　cloud
will　have　given　place　to　sunshine。　Don't　e　a　step　beyond　the　door。　I
know　the　way　out　perfectly。　Good　day！'

With　those　words；　the　best　and　brightest　of　the　Barnacles　went
down…stairs；　hummed　his　way　through　the　Lodge；　mounted　his　horse　in　the
front　court…yard；　and　rode　off　to　keep　an　appointment　with　his　noble
kinsman；　who　wanted　a　little　coaching　before　he　could　triumphantly
answer　certain　infidel　Snobs　who　were　going　to　question　the　Nobs　about
their　statesmanship。

He　must　have　passed　Mr　Rugg　on　his　way　out；　for；　a　minute　or　two
afterwards；　that　ruddy…headed　gentleman　shone　in　at　the　door；　like　an
elderly　Phoebus。

'How　do　you　do　to…day；　sir？'　said　Mr　Rugg。　'Is　there　any　little　thing　I
can　do　for　you　to…day；　sir？'

'No；　I　thank　you。'

Mr　Rugg's　enjoyment　of　embarrassed　affairs　was　like　a　housekeeper's
enjoyment　in　pickling　and　preserving；　or　a　washerwoman's　enjoyment　of　a
heavy　wash；　or　a　dustman's　enjoyment　of　an　overflowing　dust…bin；　or　any
other　professional　enjoyment　of　a　mess　in　the　way　of　business。

'I　still　look　round；　from　time　to　time；　sir；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　cheerfully；
'to　see　whether　any　lingering　Detainers　are　accumulating　at　the　gate。
They　have　fallen　in　pretty　thick；　sir；　as　thick　as　we　could　have
expected。'

He　remarked　upon　the　circumstance　as　if　it　were　matter　of
congratulation：　rubbing　his　hands　briskly；　and　rolling　his　head　a
little。

'As　thick；'　repeated　Mr　Rugg；　'as　we　could　reasonably　have　expected。
Quite　a　shower…bath　of　'em。　I　don't　often　intrude　upon　you　now；　when　I
look　round；　because　I　know　you　are　not　inclined　for　pany；　and　that　if
you　wished　to　see　me；　you　would　leave　word　in　the　Lodge。　But　I　am　here
pretty　well　every　day；　sir。　Would　this　be　an　unseasonable　time；　sir；'
asked　Mr　Rugg；　coaxingly；　'for　me　to　offer　an　observation？'

'As　seasonable　a　time　as　any　other。'

'Hum！　Public　opinion；　sir；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　'has　been　busy　with　you。'

'I　don't　doubt　it。'

'Might　it　not　be　advisable；　sir；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　more　coaxingly　yet；　'now
to　make；　at　last　and　after　all；　a　trifling　concession　to　public　opinion？
We　all　do　it　in　one　way　or　another。　The　fact　is；　we　must　do　it。'

'I　cannot　set　myself　right　with　it；　Mr　Rugg；　and　have　no　business　to
expect　that　I　ever　shall。'

'Don't　say　that；　sir；　don't　say　that。　The　cost　of　being　moved　to　the
Bench　is　almost　insignificant；　and　if　the　general　feeling　is　strong　that
you　ought　to　be　there；　why……really……'

'I　thought　you　had　settled；　Mr　Rugg；'　said　Arthur；　'that　my
determination　to　remain　here　was　a　matter　of　taste。'

'Well；　sir；　well！　But　is　it　good　taste；　is　it　good　taste？　That's　the
Question。'　Mr　Rugg　was　so　soothingly　persuasive　as　to　be　quite　pathetic。
'I　was　almost　going　to　say；　is　it　good　feeling？　This　is　an　extensive
affair　of　yours；　and　your　remaining　here　where　a　man　can　e　for　a
pound　or　two；　is　remarked　upon　as　not　in　keeping。　It　is　not　in　keeping。
I　can't　tell　you；　sir；　in　hoentioned。　I
heard　ments　made　upon　it　last　night　in　a　Parlour　frequented　by　what
I　should　call；　if　I　did　not　look　in　there　now　and　then　myself；　the　best
legal　pany……I　heard；　there；　ments　on　it　that　I　was　sorry　to　hear。
They　hurt　me　on　your　account。　Again；　only　this　morning　at　breakfast。　My
daughter　（but　a　woman；　you'll　say：　yet　still　with　a　feeling　for　these
things；　and　even　with　some　little　personal　experience；　as　the　plaintiff
in　Rugg　and　Bawkins）　was　expressing　her　great　surprise；　her　great
surprise。

Now　under　these　circumstances；　and　considering　that　none　of　us　can　quite
set　ourselves　above　public　opinion；　wouldn't　a　trifling　concession　to
that　opinion　be……e；　sir；'　said　Rugg；　'I　will　put　it　on　the　lowest
ground　of　argument；　and　say；　amiable？'

Arthur's　thoughts　had　once　more　wandered　away　to　Little　Dorrit；　and　the
question　remained　unanswered。

'As　to　myself；　sir；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　hoping　that　his　eloquence　had　reduced
him　to　a　state　of　indecision；　'it　is　a　principle　of　mine　not　to　consider
myself　when　a　client's　inclinations　are　in　the　scale。　But；　knowing　your
considerate　character　and　general　wish　to　oblige；　I　will　repeat　that　I
should　prefer　your　being　in　the　Bench。

Your　case　has　made　a　noise；　it　is　a　creditable　case　to　be　professionally
concerned　in；　I　should　feel　on　a　better　standing　with　my　connection；　if
you　went　to　the　Bench。　Don't　let　that　influence　you；　sir。　I　merely　state
the　fact。'

So　errant　had　the　prisoner's　attention　already　grown　in　solitude　and
dejection；　and　so　accustomed　had　it　bee　to　mune　with　only　one
silent　figure　within　the　ever…frowning　walls；　that　Clennam　had　to　shake
off　a　kind　of　stupor　before　he　could　look　at　Mr　Rugg；　recall　the　thread
of　his　talk；　and　hurriedly　say；　'I　am　unchanged；　and　unchangeable；　in　my
decision。　Pray；　let　it　be；　let　it　be！'　Mr　Rugg；　without　concealing　that
he　was　tled　and　mortified；　replied：

'Oh！　Beyond　a　doubt；　sir。　I　have　travelled　out　of　the　record；　sir；　I　am
aware；　in　putting　the　point　to　you。　But　really；　when　I　herd　it　remarked
in　several　panies；　and　in　very　good　pany；　that　however　worthy　of　a
foreigner；　it　is　not　worthy　of　the　spirit　of　an　Englishman　to　remain　in
the　Marshalsea　when　the　glorious　liberties　of　his　island　home　admit
of　his　removal　to　the　Bench；　I　thought　I　would　depart　from　the　narrow
professional　line　marked　out　to　me；　and　mention　it。　Personally；'　said　Mr
Rugg；　'I　have　no　opinion　on　the　topic。'

'That's　well；'　returned　Arthur。

'Oh！　None　at　all；　sir！'　said　Mr　Rugg。　'If　I　had；　I　should　have　been
unwilling；　some　minutes　ago；　to　see　a　client　of　mine　visited　in　this
place　by　a　gentleman　of　a　high　family　riding　a　saddle…horse。　But　it　was
not　my　business。　If　I　had；　I　might　have　wished　to　be　now　empowered　to
mention　to　another　gentleman；　a　gentleman　of　military　exterior　at
present　waiting　in　the　Lodge；　that　my　client　had　never　intended　to
remain　here；　and　was　on　the　eve　of　removal　to　a　superior　abode。　But　my
course　as　a　professional　machine　is　clear；　I　have　nothing　to　do　with　it。
Is　it　your　good　pleasure　to　see　the　gentleman；　sir？'

'Who　is　waiting　to　see　me；　did　you　say？'

'I　did　take　that　unprofessional　liberty；　sir。　Hearing　that　I　was　your
professional　adviser；　he　declined　to　interpose　before　my　very　limited
function　was　performed。　Happily；'　said　Mr　Rugg；　with　sarcasm；　'I　did　not
so　far　travel　out　of　the　record　as　to　ask　the　gentleman　for　his　name。'

'I　suppose　I　have　no　resource　but　to　see　him；'　sighed　Clennam；　wearily。

'Then　it　IS　your　good　pleasure；　sir？'　retorted　Rugg。　'Am　I　honoured　by
your　instructions　to　mention　as　much　to　the　gentleman；　as　I　pass　out？　I
am？　Thank　you；　sir。　I　take　my　leave。'　His　leave　he　took　accordingly；　in
dudgeon。

The　gentleman　of　military　exterior　had　so　imperfectly　awakened　Clennam's
curiosity；　in　the　existing　state　of　his　mind；　that　a　half…forgetfulness
of　such　a　visitor's　having　been　referred　to；　was　already　creeping　over
it　as　a　part　of　the　sombre　veil　which　almost　always　dimmed　it　now；　when
a　heavy　footstep　on　the　stairs　aroused　him。　It　appeared　to　ascend　them；
not　very　promptly　or　spontaneously；　yet　with　a　display　of　stride　and
clatter　meant　to　be　insulting。　As　it　paused　for　a　moment　on　the
landing　outside　his　door；　he　could　not　recall　his　association　with　the
peculiarity　of　its　sound；　though　he　thought　he　had　one。　Only　a　moment
was　given　him　for　consideration。　His　door　was　immediately　swung　open
by　a　thump；　and　in　the　doorway　stood　the　missing　Blandois；　the　cause　of
many　anxieties。

'Salve；　fellow　jail…bird！'　said　he。　'You　want　me；　it　seems。　Here　I　am！'

Before　Arthur　could　speak　to　him　in　his　indignant　wonder；　Cavalletto
followed　him　into　the　room。　Mr　Pancks　followed　Cavalletto。　Neither　of
the　two　had　been　there　since　its　present　occupant　had　had　possession　of
it。　Mr　Pancks；　breathing　hard；　sidled　near　the　window；　put　his　hat　on
the　ground；　stirred　his　hair　up　with　both　hands；　and　folded　his　arms；
like　a　man　who　had　e　to　a　pause　in　a　hard　day's　work。　Mr　Baptist；
never　taking　his　eyes　from　his　dreaded　chum　of　old；　softly　sat　down　on
the　floor　with　his　back　against　the　door　and　one　of　his　ankles　in
each　hand：　resuming　the　attitude　（except　that　it　was　now　expressive　of
unwinking　watchfulness）　in　which　he　had　sat　before　the　same　man　in　the
deeper　shade　of　another　prison；　one　hot　morning　at　Marseilles。　'I　have
it　on　the　witnessing　of　these　two　madmen；'　said　Monsieur　Blandois；
otherwise　Lagnier；　otherwise　Rigaud；　'that　you　want　me；　brother…bird。
Here　I　am！'　Glancing　round　contemptuously　at　the　bedstead；　which　was
turned　up　by　day；　he　leaned　his　back　against　it　as　a　resting…place；
without　removing　his　hat　from　his　head；　and　stood　defiantly　lounging
with　his　hands　in　his　pockets。

'You　villain　of　ill…omen！'　said　Arthur。　'You　have　purposely　cast　a
dreadful　suspicion　upon　my　mother's　house。　Why　have　you　done　it？

What　prompted　you　to　the　devilish　invention？'

Monsieur　Rigaud；　after　frowning　at　him　for　a　moment；　laughed。　'Hear　this
noble　gentleman！　Listen；　all　the　world；　to　this　creature　of　Virtue！　But
take　care；　take　care。　It　is　possible；　my　friend；　that　your　ardour　is　a
little　promising。　Holy　Blue！　It　is　possible。'

'Signore！'　interposed　Cavalletto；　also　addressing　Arthur：　'for　to
mence；　hear　me！　I　received　your　instructions　to　find　him；　Rigaud；　is
it　not？'

'It　is　the　truth。'

'I　go；　consequentementally；'……it　would　have　given　Mrs　Plornish　great
concern　if　she　could　have　been　persuaded　that　his　occasional　lengthening
of　an　adverb　in　this　way；　was　the　chief　fault　of　his　English；……'first
among　my　countrymen。　I　ask　them　what　news　in　Londra；　of　foreigners
arrived。　Then　I　go　among　the　French。　Then　I　go　among　the　Germans。　They
all　tell　me。　The　great　part　of　us　know　well　the　other；　and　they　all　tell
me。　But！……no　person　can　tell　me　nothing　of　him；　Rigaud。　Fifteen　times；'
said　Cavalletto；　thrice　throwing　out　his　left　hand　with　all　its　fingers
spread；　and　doing　it　so　rapidly　that　the　sense　of　sight　could　hardly
follow　the　action；　'I　ask　of　him　in　every　place　where　go　the　foreigners；
and　fifteen　times；'　repeating　the　same　swift　performance；　'they　know
nothing。　But！……'　At　this　significant　Italian　rest　on　the　word　'But；'　his
backhanded　shake　of　his　right　forefinger　came　into　play；　a　very　little；
and　very　cautiously。

'But！……After　a　long　time　when　I　have　not　been　able　to　find　that　he
is　here　in　Londra；　some　one　tells　me　of　a　soldier　with　white
hair……hey？……not　hair　like　this　that　he　carries……white……who　lives　retired
secrettementally；　in　a　certain　place。　But！……'　with　another　rest　upon
the　word；　'who　sometimes　in　the　after…dinner；　walks；　and　smokes。　It　is
necessary；　as　they　say　in　Italy　（and　as　they　know；　poor　people）；　to
have　patience。　I　have　patience。　I　ask　where　is　this　certain　place。　One。
believes　it　is　here；　one　believes　it　is　there。　Eh　well！　It　is　not　here；
it　is　not　there。　I　wait　patientissamentally。　At　last　I　find　it。　Then　I
watch；　then　I　hide；　until　he　walks　and　smokes。　He　is　a　soldier　with　grey
hair……But！……'　a　very　decided　rest　indeed；　and　a　very　vigorous　play　from
side　to　side　of　the　back…handed　forefinger……'he　is　also　this　man　that
you　see。'

It　was　noticeable；　that；　in　his　old　habit　of　submission　to　one　who　had
been　at　the　trouble　of　asserting　superiority　over　him；　he　even　then
bestowed　upon　Rigaud　a　confused　bend　of　his　head；　after　thus　pointing
him　out。

'Eh　well；　Signore！'　he　cried　in　conclusion；　addressing　Arthur　again。　'I
waited　for　a　good　opportunity。　I　writed　some　words　to　Signor　Panco；'　an
air　of　novelty　came　over　Mr　Pancks　with　this　designation；　'to　e　and
help。　I　showed　him；　Rigaud；　at　his　window；　to　Signor　Panco；　who　was
often　the　spy　in　the　day。　I　slept　at　night　near　the　door　of　the　house。
At　last　we　entered；　only　this　to…day；　and　now　you　see　him！　As　he　would
not　e　up　in　presence　of　the　illustrious　Advocate；'　such　was　Mr
Baptist's　honourable　mention　of　Mr　Rugg；　'we　waited　down　below　there；
together；　and　Signor　Panco　guarded　the　street。'

At　the　close　of　this　recital；　Arthur　turned　his　eyes　upon　the　impudent
and　wicked　face。　As　it　met　his；　the　nose　came　down　over　the　moustache
and　the　moustache　went　up　under　the　nose。　When　nose　and　moustache　had
settled　into　their　places　again；　Monsieur　Rigaud　loudly　snapped　his
fingers　half…a…dozen　times；　bending　forward　to　jerk　the　snaps　at　Arthur；
as　if　they　were　palpable　missiles　which　he　jerked　into　his　face。

'Now；　Philosopher！'　said　Rigaud。'What　do　you　want　with　me？'

'I　want　to　know；'　returned　Arthur；　without　disguising　his　abhorrence；
'how　you　dare　direct　a　suspicion　of　murder　against　my　mother's　house？'

'Dare！'　cried　Rigaud。　'Ho；　ho！　Hear　him！　Dare？　Is　it　dare？　By　Heaven；　my
small　boy；　but　you　are　a　little　imprudent！'

'I　want　that　suspicion　to　be　cleared　away；'　said　Arthur。　'You　shall
be　taken　there；　and　be　publicly　seen。　I　want　to　know；　moreover；
what　business　you　had　there　when　I　had　a　burning　desire　to　fling　you
down…stairs。　Don't　frown　at　me；　man！　I　have　seen　enough　of　you　to　know
that　you　are　a　bully　and　coward。　I　need　no　revival　of　my　spirits　from
the　effects　of　this　wretched　place　to　tell　you　so　plain　a　fact；　and　one
that　you　know　so　well。'

White　to　the　lips；　Rigaud　stroked　his　moustache；　muttering；　'By　Heaven；
my　small　boy；　but　you　are　a　little　promising　of　my　lady；　your
respectable　mother'……and　seemed　for　a　minute　undecided　how　to　act。
His　indecision　was　soon　gone。　He　sat　himself　down　with　a　threatening
swagger；　and　said：

'Give　me　a　bottle　of　wine。　You　can　buy　wine　here。　Send　one　of　your
madmen　to　get　me　a　bottle　of　wine。　I　won't　talk　to　you　without　wine。
e！　Yes　or　no？'

'Fetch　him　what　he　wants；　Cavalletto；'　said　Arthur；　scornfully；
producing　the　money。

'Contraband　beast；'　added　Rigaud；　'bring　Port　wine！　I'll　drink　nothing
but　Porto…Porto。'

The　contraband　beast；　however；　assuring　all　present；　with　his
significant　finger；　that　he　peremptorily　declined　to　leave　his　post　at
the　door；　Signor　Panco　offered　his　services。　He　soon　returned　with　the
bottle　of　wine：　which；　according　to　the　custom　of　the　place；　originating
in　a　scarcity　of　corkscrews　among　the　Collegians　（in　mon　with　a
scarcity　of　much　else）；　was　already　opened　for　use。

'Madman！　A　large　glass；'　said　Rigaud。

Signor　Panco　put　a　tumbler　before　him；　not　without　a　visible　conflict　of
feeling　on　the　question　of　throwing　it　at　his　head。

'Haha！'　boasted　Rigaud。　'Once　a　gentleman；　and　always　a　gentleman。

A　gentleman　from　the　beginning；　and　a　gentleman　to　the　end。　What
the　Devil！　A　gentleman　must　be　waited　on；　I　hope？　It's　a　part　of　my
character　to　be　waited　on！'

He　half　filled　the　tumbler　as　he　said　it；　and　drank　off　the　contents