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Chapter 8. The Lock

           Besogoodastosaynothingthatgoesbeyondwhatissaidamongus.Ifyoukeepwithinourbounds,youcannotwellbewrong.Now!Comeandsee.’

           Arthurfollowedhimdownanarrowentry,attheendofwhichakeywasturned,andastrongdoorwasopenedfromwithin.Itadmittedthemintoalodgeorlobby,acrosswhichtheypassed,andsothroughanotherdoorandagratingintotheprison.Theoldmanalwaysploddingonbefore,turnedround,inhisslow,stiff,stoopingmanner,whentheycametotheturnkeyonduty,asiftopresenthiscompanion.Theturnkeynodded;andthecompanionpassedinwithoutbeingaskedwhomhewanted.

           Thenightwasdark;andtheprisonlampsintheyard,andthecandlesintheprisonwindowsfaintlyshiningbehindmanysortsofwryoldcurtainandblind,hadnottheairofmakingitlighter.Afewpeopleloiteredabout,butthegreaterpartofthepopulationwaswithindoors.Theoldman,takingtheright-handsideoftheyard,turnedinatthethirdorfourthdoorway,andbegantoascendthestairs.‘Theyareratherdark,sir,butyouwillnotfindanythingintheway.’

           Hepausedforamomentbeforeopeningadooronthesecondstory.HehadnosoonerturnedthehandlethanthevisitorsawLittleDorrit,andsawthereasonofhersettingsomuchstorebydiningalone.

           Shehadbroughtthemeathomethatsheshouldhaveeatenherself,andwasalreadywarmingitonagridironoverthefireforherfather,cladinanoldgreygownandablackcap,awaitinghissupperatthetable.

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