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dont they really do it? Flora gave him another of her old glances. Instantly she went on again, as if he had spoken in reply for some time. Then its all true and they really do! good gracious Arthur! pray excuse meold habitMr Clennam far more properwhat a country to live in for so long a time, and with so many lanterns and umbrellas too how very dark and wet the climate ought to be and no doubt actually is, and the sums of money that must be made by those two trades where everybody carries them and hangs them everywhere, the little shoes too and the feet screwed back in infancy is quite surprising, what a traveller you are! In his ridiculous distress, Clennam received another of the old glances without in the least knowing what to do with it. Dear dear, said Flora, only to think of the changes at home Arthurcannot overcome it, and seems so natural, Mr Clennam far more propersince you became familiar with the Chinese customs and language which I am persuaded you speak like a Native if not better for you were always quick and clever though immensely difficult no doubt, I am sure the tea chests alone would kill me if I tried, such changes ArthurI am doing it again, seems so natural, most improperas no one could have believed, who could have ever imagined Mrs Finching when I cant imagine it myself! Is that your married name? asked Arthur, struck, in the midst of all this, by a certain warmth of heart that expressed itself in her tone when she referred, however oddly, to the youthful relation in which they had stood to one another. Finching? Finching oh yes isnt it a dreadful name, but as Mr F. said when he proposed to me which he did seven times and handsomely consented I must say to be what he used to call on liking twelve months, after all, he wasnt answerable for it and couldnt help it could he, Excellent man, not at all like you but excellent man! Flora had at last talked herself out of breath for one moment. One moment; for she recovered breath in the act of raising a minute corner of her pocket-handkerchief to her eye, as a tribute to the ghost of the departed Mr F., and began again. No one could dispute, ArthurMr Clennamthat its quite right you should be formally friendly to me under the altered circumstances and indeed you couldnt be anything else, at least I suppose not you ought to know, but I cant help recalling that there was a time when things were very different. My dear Mrs Finching, Arthur began, struck by the good tone again. Oh not that nasty ugly name, say Flora! Flora. I assure you, Flora, I am happy in seeing you once more, and in finding that, like me, you have not forgotten the old foolish dreams, when we saw all before us in the light of our youth and hope. You dont seem so, pouted Flora, you take it very coolly, but however I know you are disappointed in me, I suppose the Chinese ladiesMandarinesses if you call them soare the cause or perhaps I am the cause myself, its just as likely. No, no, Clennam entreated, dont say that. Oh I must you know, said Flora, in a positive tone, what nonsense not to, I know I am not what you expected, I know that very well. In the midst of her rapidity, she had found that out with the quick perception of a cleverer woman. The inconsistent and profoundly unreasonable way in which she instantly went on, nevertheless, to interweave their long-abandoned boy and girl relations with their present interview, made Clennam feel as if he were light-headed. |
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