Arthur mentioned his name, and his having promised to call, on the solicitation of Mr Chivery. About something relating to Miss Dorrit, he believed. Mrs Chivery at once laid aside her work, rose up from her seat behind the counter, and deploringly shook her head.
You may see him now, said she, if youll condescend to take a peep.
With these mysterious words, she preceded the visitor into a little parlour behind the shop, with a little window in it commanding a very little dull back-yard. In this yard a wash of sheets and table-cloths tried (in vain, for want of air) to get itself dried on a line or two; and among those flapping articles was sitting in a chair, like the last mariner left alive on the deck of a damp ship without the power of furling the sails, a little woe-begone young man.
Our John, said Mrs Chivery.
Not to be deficient in interest, Clennam asked what he might be doing there?
Its the only change he takes, said Mrs Chivery, shaking her head afresh. He wont go out, even in the back-yard, when theres no linen; but when theres linen to keep the neighbours eyes off, hell sit there, hours. Hours he will. Says he feels as if it was groves! Mrs Chivery shook her head again, put her apron in a motherly way to her eyes, and re-conducted her visitor into the regions of the business.
Please to take a seat, sir, said Mrs Chivery. Miss Dorrit is the matter with Our John, sir; hes a breaking his heart for her, and I would wish to take the liberty to ask how its to be made good to his parents when bust?
Mrs Chivery, who was a comfortable-looking woman much respected about Horsemonger Lane for her feelings and her conversation, uttered this speech with fell composure, and immediately afterwards began again to shake her head and dry her eyes.
Sir, said she in continuation, you are acquainted with the family, and have interested yourself with the family, and are influential with the family. If you can promote views calculated to make two young people happy, let me, for Our johns sake, and for both their sakes, implore you so to do!
I have been so habituated, returned Arthur, at a loss, during the short time I have known her, to consider Little I have been so habituated to consider Miss Dorrit in a light altogether removed from that in which you present her to me, that you quite take me by surprise. Does she know your son?
Brought up together, sir, said Mrs Chivery. Played together.
Does she know your son as her admirer?
Oh! bless you, sir, said Mrs Chivery, with a sort of triumphant shiver, she never could have seen him on a Sunday without knowing he was that. His cane alone would have told it long ago, if nothing else had. Young men like John dont take to ivory hands a pinting, for nothing. How did I first know it myself? Similarly.
Perhaps Miss Dorrit may not be so ready as you, you see.
Then she knows it, sir, said Mrs Chivery, by word of mouth.
Are you sure?
Sir, said Mrs Chivery, sure and certain as in this house I am. I see my son go out with my own eyes when in this house I was, and I see my son come in with my own eyes when in this house I was, and I know he done it! Mrs Chivery derived a surprising force of emphasis from the foregoing circumstantiality and repetition.
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