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Chapter 16. Getting on

           

           Brightthecarriagelooked,sleekthehorseslooked,gleamingtheharnesslooked,lusciousandlastingtheliverieslooked.Arich,responsibleturn-out.AnequipageforaMerdle.Earlypeoplelookedafteritasitrattledalongthestreets,andsaid,withaweintheirbreath,‘Therehegoes!’

           Therehewent,untilBrookStreetstoppedhim.Then,forthfromitsmagnificentcasecamethejewel;notlustrousinitself,butquitethecontrary.

           Commotionintheofficeofthehotel.Merdle!Thelandlord,thoughagentlemanofahaughtyspiritwhohadjustdrivenapairofthorough-bredhorsesintotown,turnedouttoshowhimup-stairs.Theclerksandservantscuthimoffbyback-passages,andwerefoundaccidentallyhoveringindoorwaysandangles,thattheymightlookuponhim.Merdle!Oyesun,moon,andstars,thegreatman!Therichman,whohadinamannerrevisedtheNewTestament,andalreadyenteredintothekingdomofHeaven.Themanwhocouldhaveanyonehechosetodinewithhim,andwhohadmadethemoney!Ashewentupthestairs,peoplewerealreadypostedonthelowerstairs,thathisshadowmightfalluponthemwhenhecamedown.SowerethesickbroughtoutandlaidinthetrackoftheApostle—whohadnotgotintothegoodsociety,andhadnotmadethemoney.

           MrDorrit,dressing-gownedandnewspapered,wasathisbreakfast.TheCourier,withagitationinhisvoice,announced‘MissMairdale!’MrDorrit’soverwroughtheartboundedasheleapedup.

           ‘MrMerdle,thisis—ha—indeedanhonour.

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