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of　melancholy　stateliness；　and　the　little　streets　that　try　to　be　as
stately　and　succeed　in　being　more　melancholy；　of　which　there　is　a
labyrinth　near　Park　Lane。　Wildernesses　of　corner　houses；　with　barbarous
old　porticoes　and　appurtenances；　horrors　that　came　into　existence　under
some　wrong…headed　person　in　some　wrong…headed　time；　still　demanding
the　blind　admiration　of　all　ensuing　generations　and　determined　to　do
so　until　they　tumbled　down；　frowned　upon　the　twilight。　Parasite　little
tenements；　with　the　cramp　in　their　whole　frame；　from　the　dwarf　hall…door
on　the　giant　model　of　His　Grace's　in　the　Square　to　the　squeezed　window
of　the　boudoir　manding　the　dunghills　in　the　Mews；　made　the　evening
doleful。　Rickety　dwellings　of　undoubted　fashion；　but　of　a　capacity　to
hold　nothing　fortably　except　a　dismal　smell；　looked　like　the　last
result　of　the　great　mansions'　breeding　in…and…in；　and；　where　their
little　supplementary　bows　and　balconies　were　supported　on　thin　iron
columns；　seemed　to　be　scrofulously　resting　upon　crutches。

Here　and　there　a　Hatchment；　with　the　whole　science　of　Heraldry　in　it；
loomed　down　upon　the　street；　like　an　Archbishop　discoursing　on　Vanity。
The　shops；　few　in　number；　made　no　show；　for　popular　opinion　was　as
nothing　to　them。　The　pastrycook　knew　who　was　on　his　books；　and　in
that　knowledge　could　be　calm；　with　a　few　glass　cylinders　of　dowager
peppermint…drops　in　his　window；　and　half…a…dozen　ancient　specimens　of
currant…jelly。　A　few　oranges　formed　the　greengrocer's　whole　concession
to　the　vulgar　mind。　A　single　basket　made　of　moss；　once　containing
plovers'　eggs；　held　all　that　the　poulterer　had　to　say　to　the　rabble。
Everybody　in　those　streets　seemed　（which　is　always　the　case　at　that　hour
and　season）　to　be　gone　out　to　dinner；　and　nobody　seemed　to　be　giving　the
dinners　they　had　gone　to。　On　the　doorsteps　there　were　lounging　footmen
with　bright　parti…coloured　plumage　and　white　polls；　like　an　extinct　race
of　monstrous　birds；　and　butlers；　solitary　men　of　recluse　demeanour；　each
of　whom　appeared　distrustful　of　all　other　butlers。　The　roll　of　carriages
in　the　Park　was　done　for　the　day；　the　street　lamps　were　lighting；　and
wicked　little　grooms　in　the　tightest　fitting　garments；　with　twists　in
their　legs　answering　to　the　twists　in　their　minds；　hung　about　in　pairs；
chewing　straws　and　exchanging　fraudulent　secrets。　The　spotted　dogs　who
went　out　with　the　carriages；　and　who　were　so　associated　with　splendid
equipages　that　it　looked　like　a　condescension　in　those　animals　to　e
out　without　them；　acpanied　helpers　to　and　fro　on　messages。　Here　and
there　was　a　retiring　public…house　which　did　not　require　to　be　supported
on　the　shoulders　of　the　people；　and　where　gentlemen　out　of　livery　were
not　much　wanted。

This　last　discovery　was　made　by　the　two　friends　in　pursuing　their
inquiries。　Nothing　was　there；　or　anywhere；　known　of　such　a　person　as
Miss　Wade；　in　connection　with　the　street　they　sought。　It　was　one　of　the
parasite　streets；　long；　regular；　narrow；　dull　and　gloomy；　like　a　brick
and　mortar　funeral。　They　inquired　at　several　little　area　gates；　where
a　dejected　youth　stood　spiking　his　chin　on　the　summit　of　a　precipitous
little　shoot　of　wooden　steps；　but　could　gain　no　information。　They　walked
up　the　street　on　one　side　of　the　way；　and　down　it　on　the　other；　what
time　two　vociferous　news…sellers；　announcing　an　extraordinary　event　that
had　never　happened　and　never　would　happen；　pitched　their　hoarse　voices
into　the　secret　chambers；　but　nothing　came　of　it。　At　length　they　stood
at　the　corner　from　which　they　had　begun；　and　it　had　fallen　quite　dark；
and　they　were　no　wiser。

It　happened　that　in　the　street　they　had　several　times　passed　a　dingy
house；　apparently　empty；　with　bills　in　the　windows；　announcing　that　it
was　to　let。　The　bills；　as　a　variety　in　the　funeral　procession；　almost
amounted　to　a　decoration。　Perhaps　because　they　kept　the　house　separated
in　his　mind；　or　perhaps　because　Mr　Meagles　and　himself　had　twice　agreed
in　passing；　'It　is　clear　she　don't　live　there；'　Clennam　now　proposed
that　they　should　go　back　and　try　that　house　before　finally　going　away。
Mr　Meagles　agreed；　and　back　they　went。

They　knocked　once；　and　they　rang　once；　without　any　response。

'Empty；'　said　Mr　Meagles；　listening。　'Once　more；'　said　Clennam；　and
knocked　again。　After　that　knock　they　heard　a　movement　below；　and
somebody　shuffling　up　towards　the　door。

The　confined　entrance　was　so　dark　that　it　was　impossible　to　make　out
distinctly　what　kind　of　person　opened　the　door；　but　it　appeared　to　be　an
old　woman。　'Excuse　our　troubling　you；'　said　Clennam。　'Pray　can　you
tell　us　where　Miss　Wade　lives？'　The　voice　in　the　darkness　unexpectedly
replied；　'Lives　here。'

'Is　she　at　home？'

No　answer　ing；　Mr　Meagles　asked　again。　'Pray　is　she　at　home？'

After　another　delay；　'I　suppose　she　is；'　said　the　voice　abruptly；　'you
had　better　e　in；　and　I'll　ask。'

They　'were　summarily　shut　into　the　close　black　house；　and　the　figure
rustling　away；　and　speaking　from　a　higher　level；　said；　'e　up；　if　you
please；　you　can't　tumble　over　anything。'　They　groped　their　way　up…stairs
towards　a　faint　light；　which　proved　to　be　the　light　of　the　street
shining　through　a　window；　and　the　figure　left　them　shut　in　an　airless
room。

'This　is　odd；　Clennam；'　said　Mr　Meagles；　softly。

'Odd　enough；'　assented　Clennam　in　the　same　tone；　'but　we　have　succeeded；
that's　the　main　point。　Here's　a　light　ing！'

The　light　was　a　lamp；　and　the　bearer　was　an　old　woman：　very　dirty；　very
wrinkled　and　dry。　'She's　at　home；'　she　said　（and　the　voice　was　the　same
that　had　spoken　before）；　'she'll　e　directly。'　Having　set　the　lamp
down　on　the　table；　the　old　woman　dusted　her　hands　on　her　apron；　which
she　might　have　done　for　ever　without　cleaning　them；　looked　at　the
visitors　with　a　dim　pair　of　eyes；　and　backed　out。

The　lady　whom　they　had　e　to　see；　if　she　were　the　present　occupant
of　the　house；　appeared　to　have　taken　up　her　quarters　there　as　she　might
have　established　herself　in　an　Eastern　caravanserai。　A　small　square
of　carpet　in　the　middle　of　the　room；　a　few　articles　of　furniture　that
evidently　did　not　belong　to　the　room；　and　a　disorder　of　trunks　and
travelling　articles；　formed　the　whole　of　her　surroundings。　Under　some
former　regular　inhabitant；　the　stifling　little　apartment　had　broken　out
into　a　pier…glass　and　a　gilt　table；　but　the　gilding　was　as　faded　as　last
year's　flowers；　and　the　glass　was　so　clouded　that　it　seemed　to　hold　in
magic　preservation　all　the　fogs　and　bad　weather　it　had　ever　reflected。
The　visitors　had　had　a　minute　or　two　to　look　about　them；　when　the　door
opened　and　Miss　Wade　came　in。

She　was　exactly　the　same　as　when　they　had　parted；　just　as　handsome；　just
as　scornful；　just　as　repressed。　She　manifested　no　surprise　in　seeing
them；　nor　any　other　emotion。　She　requested　them　to　be　seated；　and
declining　to　take　a　seat　herself；　at　once　anticipated　any　introduction
of　their　business。

'I　apprehend；'　she　said；　'that　I　know　the　cause　of　your　favouring　me
with　this　visit。　We　may　e　to　it　at　once。'

'The　cause　then；　ma'am；'　said　Mr　Meagles；　'is　Tattycoram。'

'So　I　supposed。'

'Miss　Wade；'　said　Mr　Meagles；　'will　you　be　so　kind　as　to　say　whether　you
know　anything　of　her？'

'Surely。　I　know　she　is　here　with　me。'

'Then；　ma'am；'　said　Mr　Meagles；　'allow　me　to　make　known　to　you　that　I
shall　be　happy　to　have　her　back；　and　that　my　wife　and　daughter　will
be　happy　to　have　her　back。　She　has　been　with　us　a　long　time：　we　don't
forget　her　claims　upon　us；　and　I　hope　we　know　how　to　make　allowances。'

'You　hope　to　know　how　to　make　allowances？'　she　returned；　in　a　level；
measured　voice。　'For　what？'

'I　think　my　friend　would　say；　Miss　Wade；'　Arthur　Clennam　interposed；
seeing　Mr　Meagles　rather　at　a　loss；　'for　the　passionate　sense　that
sometimes　es　upon　the　poor　girl；　of　being　at　a　disadvantage。　Which
occasionally　gets　the　better　of　better　remembrances。'

The　lady　broke　into　a　smile　as　she　turned　her　eyes　upon　him。　'Indeed？'
was　all　she　answered。

She　stood　by　the　table　so　perfectly　posed　and　still　after　this
acknowledgment　of　his　remark　that　Mr　Meagles　stared　at　her　under　a　sort
of　fascination；　and　could　not　even　look　to　Clennam　to　make　another　move。
After　waiting；　awkwardly　enough；　for　some　moments；　Arthur　said：　'Perhaps
it　would　be　well　if　Mr　Meagles　could　see　her；　Miss　Wade？'

'That　is　easily　done；'　said　she。　'e　here；　child。'　She　had　opened　a
door　while　saying　this；　and　now　led　the　girl　in　by　the　hand。　It　was
very　curious　to　see　them　standing　together：　the　girl　with　her　disengaged
fingers　plaiting　the　bosom　of　her　dress；　half　irresolutely；　half
passionately；　Miss　Wade　with　her　posed　face　attentively　regarding
her；　and　suggesting　to　an　observer；　with　extraordinary　force；　in　her
posure　itself　（as　a　veil　will　suggest　the　form　it　covers）；　the
unquenchable　passion　of　her　own　nature。

'See　here；'　she　said；　in　the　same　level　way　as　before。　'Here　is　your
patron；　your　master。　He　is　willing　to　take　you　back；　my　dear；　if　you　are
sensible　of　the　favour　and　choose　to　go。　You　can　be；　again；　a　foil　to
his　pretty　daughter；　a　slave　to　her　pleasant　wilfulness；　and　a　toy　in
the　house　showing　the　goodness　of　the　family。　You　can　have　your　droll
name　again；　playfully　pointing　you　out　and　setting　you　apart；　as　it　is
right　that　you　should　be　pointed　out　and　set　apart。　（Your　birth；　you
know；　you　must　not　forget　your　birth。）　You　can　again　be　shown　to　this
gentleman's　daughter；　Harriet；　and　kept　before　her；　as　a　living　reminder
of　her　own　superiority　and　her　gracious　condescension。　You　can　recover
all　these　advantages　and　many　more　of　the　same　kind　which　I　dare　say
start　up　in　your　memory　while　I　speak；　and　which　you　lose　in　taking
refuge　with　me……you　can　recover　them　all　by　telling　these　gentlemen　how
humbled　and　penitent　you　are；　and　by　going　back　to　them　to　be　forgiven。
What　do　you　say；　Harriet？　Will　you　go？'

The　girl　who；　under　the　influence　of　these　words；　had　gradually　risen
in　anger　and　heightened　in　colour；　answered；　raising　her　lustrous　black
eyes　for　the　moment；　and　clenching　her　hand　upon　the　folds　it　had　been
puckering　up；　'I'd　die　sooner！'

Miss　Wade；　still　standing　at　her　side　holding　her　hand；　looked　quietly
round　and　said　with　a　smile；　'Gentlemen！　What　do　you　do　upon　that？'

Poor　Mr　Meagles's　inexpressible　consternation　in　hearing　his　motives　and
actions　so　perverted；　had　prevented　him　from　interposing　any　word　until
now；　but　now　he　regained　the　power　of　speech。

'Tattycoram；'　said　he；　'for　I'll　call　you　by　that　name　still；　my　good
girl；　conscious　that　I　meant　nothing　but　kindness　when　I　gave　it　to　you；
and　conscious　that　you　know　it……'

'I　don't！'　said　she；　looking　up　again；　and　almost　rending　herself　with
the　same　busy　hand。

'No；　not　now；　perhaps；'　said　Mr　Meagles；　'not　with　that　lady's　eyes　so
intent　upon　you；　Tattycoram；'　she　glanced　at　them　for　a　moment；　'and
that　power　over　you；　which　we　see　she　exercises；　not　now；　perhaps；　but
at　another　time。　Tattycoram；　I'll　not　ask　that　lady　whether　she　believes
what　she　has　said；　even　in　the　anger　and　ill　blood　in　which　I　and　my
friend　here　equally　know　she　has　spoken；　though　she　subdues　herself；
with　a　determination　that　any　one　who　has　once　seen　her　is　not　likely
to　forget。　I'll　not　ask　you；　with　your　remembrance　of　my　house　and　all
belonging　to　it；　whether　you　believe　it。　I'll　only　say　that　you　have
no　profession　to　make　to　me　or　mine；　and　no　forgiveness　to　entreat；
and　that　all　in　the　world　that　I　ask　you　to　do；　is；　to　count
five…and…twenty；　Tattycoram。'

She　looked　at　him　for　an　instant；　and　then　said　frowningly；　'I　won't。
Miss　Wade；　take　me　away；　please。'

The　contention　that　raged　within　her　had　no　softening　in　it　now；　it
was　wholly　between　passionate　defiance　and　stubborn　defiance。　Her　rich
colour；　her　quick　blood；　her　rapid　breath；　were　all　setting　themselves
against　the　opportunity　of　retracing　their　steps。　'I　won't。　I　won't。
I　won't！'　she　repeated　in　a　low；　thick　voice。　'I'd　be　torn　to　pieces
first。　I'd　tear　myself　to　pieces　first！'

Miss　Wade；　who　had　released　her　hold；　laid　her　hand　protectingly　on　the
girl's　neck　for　a　moment；　and　then　said；　looking　round　with　her　former
smile　and　speaking　exactly　in　her　former　tone；　'Gentlemen！　What　do　you
do　upon　that？'

'Oh；　Tattycoram；　Tattycoram！'　cried　Mr　Meagles；　adjuring　her　besides
with　an　earnest　hand。　'Hear　that　lady's　voice；　look　at　that　lady's　face；
consider　what　is　in　that　lady's　heart；　and　think　what　a　future　lies
before　you。　My　child；　whatever　you　may　think；　that　lady's　influence
over　you……astonishing　to　us；　and　I　should　hardly　go　too　far　in　saying
terrible　to　us　to　see……is　founded　in　passion　fiercer　than　yours；　and
temper　more　violent　than　yours。　What　can　you　two　be　together？　What　can
e　of　it？'

'I　am　alone　here；　gentlemen；'　observed　Miss　Wade；　with　no　change　of
voice　or　manner。　'Say　anything　you　will。'

'Politeness　must　yield　to　this　misguided　girl；　ma'am；'　said　Mr　Meagles；
'at　her　present　pass；　though　I　hope　not　altogether　to　dismiss　it；
even　with　the　injury　you　do　her　so　strongly　before　me。　Excuse　me　for
reminding　you　in　her　hearing……I　must　say　it……that　you　were　a　mystery
to　all　of　us；　and　had　nothing　in　mon　with　any　of　us　when　she
unfortunately　fell　in　your　way。　I　don't　know　what　you　are；　but　you　don't
hide；　can't　hide；　what　a　dark　spirit　you　have　within　you。　If　it　should
happen　that　you　are　a　woman；　who；　from　whatever　cause；　has　a　perverted
delight　in　making　a　sister…woman　as　wretched　as　she　is　（I　am　old　enough
to　have　heard　of　such）；　I　warn　her　against　you；　and　I　warn　you　against
yourself。'

'Gentlemen！'　said　Miss　Wade；　calmly。　'When　you　have　concluded……Mr
Clennam；　perhaps　you　will　induce　your　friend……'

'Not　without　another　effort；'　said　Mr　Meagles；　stoutly。　'Tattycoram；
my　poor　dear　girl；　count　five…and…twenty。'　'Do　not　reject　the　hope；　the
certainty；　this　kind　man　offers　you；'　said　Clennam　in　a　low　emphatic
voice。　'Turn　to　the　friends　you　have　not　forgotten。　Think　once　more！'

'I　won't！　Miss　Wade；'　said　the　girl；　with　her　bosom　swelling　high；　and
speaking　with　her　hand　held　to　her　throat；　'take　me　away！'

'Tattycoram；'　said　Mr　Meagles。　'Once　more　yet！　The　only　thing　I　ask　of
you　in　the　world；　my　child！　Count　five…and…twenty！'

She　put　her　hands　tightly　over　her　ears；　confusedly　tumbling　down　her
bright　black　hair　in　the　vehemence　of　the　action；　and　turned　her　face
resolutely　to　the　wall。　Miss　Wade；　who　had　watched　her　under　this　final
appeal　with　that　strange　attentive　smile；　and　that　repressing　hand
upon　her　own　bosom　with　which　she　had　watched　her　in　her　struggle　at
Marseilles；　then　put　her　arm　about　her　waist　as　if　she　took　possession
of　her　for　evermore。

And　there　was　a　visible　triumph　in　her　face　when　she　turned　it　to
dismiss　the　visitors。

'As　it　is　the　last　time　I　shall　have　the　honour；'　she　said；　'and　as　you
have　spoken　of　not　knowing　what　I　am；　and　also　of　the　foundation　of　my
influence　here；　you　may　now　know　that　it　is　founded　in　a　mon　cause。
What　your　broken　plaything　is　as　to　birth；　I　am。　She　has　no　name；　I　have
no　name。　Her　wrong　is　my　wrong。　I　have　nothing　more　to　say　to　you。'

This　was　addressed　to　Mr　Meagles；　who　sorrowfully　went　out。　As　Clennam
followed；　she　said　to　him；　with　the　same　external　posure　and　in　the
s