|
||||||||
You see, my dear, said Flora, measuring out a spoonful or two of some brown liquid that smelt like brandy, and putting it into her tea, I am obliged to be careful to follow the directions of my medical man though the flavour is anything but agreeable being a poor creature and it may be have never recovered the shock received in youth from too much giving way to crying in the next room when separated from Arthur, have you known him long? As soon as Little Dorrit comprehended that she had been asked this questionfor which time was necessary, the galloping pace of her new patroness having left her far behindshe answered that she had known Mr Clennam ever since his return. To be sure you couldnt have known him before unless you had been in China or had corresponded neither of which is likely, returned Flora, for travelling-people usually get more or less mahogany and you are not at all so and as to corresponding what about? thats very true unless tea, so it was at his mothers was it really that you knew him first, highly sensible and firm but dreadfully severeought to be the mother of the man in the iron mask. Mrs Clennam has been kind to me, said Little Dorrit. Really? I am sure I am glad to hear it because as Arthurs mother its naturally pleasant to my feelings to have a better opinion of her than I had before, though what she thinks of me when I run on as I am certain to do and she sits glowering at me like Fate in a go-cartshocking comparison reallyinvalid and not her faultI never know or can imagine. Shall I find my work anywhere, maam? asked Little Dorrit, looking timidly about; can I get it? You industrious little fairy, returned Flora, taking, in another cup of tea, another of the doses prescribed by her medical man, theres not the slightest hurry and its better that we should begin by being confidential about our mutual friendtoo cold a word for me at least I dont mean that, very proper expression mutual friendthan become through mere formalities not you but me like the Spartan boy with the fox biting him, which I hope youll excuse my bringing up for of all the tiresome boys that will go tumbling into every sort of company that boys the tiresomest. Little Dorrit, her face very pale, sat down again to listen. Hadnt I better work the while? she asked. I can work and attend too. I would rather, if I may. Her earnestness was so expressive of her being uneasy without her work, that Flora answered, Well my dear whatever you like best, and produced a basket of white handkerchiefs. Little Dorrit gladly put it by her side, took out her little pocket-housewife, threaded the needle, and began to hem. What nimble fingers you have, said Flora, but are you sure you are well? Oh yes, indeed! Flora put her feet upon the fender, and settled herself for a thorough good romantic disclosure. She started off at score, tossing her head, sighing in the most demonstrative manner, making a great deal of use of her eyebrows, and occasionally, but not often, glancing at the quiet face that bent over the work. You must know my dear, said Flora, but that I have no doubt you know already not only because I have already thrown it out in a general way but because I feel I carry it stamped in burning whats his names upon my brow that before I was introduced to the late Mr F. I had been engaged to Arthur ClennamMr Clennam in public where reserve is necessary Arthur herewe were all in all to one another it was the morning of life it was bliss it was frenzy it was everything else of that sort in the highest degree, when rent asunder we turned to stone in which capacity Arthur went to China and I became the statue bride of the late Mr F. |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||