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temperament； and not a sensitive man： is about as invulnerable； I should
say； as Achilles。 How such a man should suppose himself unwell without
reason； you may think strange。 But I have found nothing the matter with
him。 He may have some deep…seated recondite plaint。 I can't say。 I
only say； that at present I have not found it out。'
There was no shadow of Mr Merdle's plaint on the bosom now displaying
precious stones in rivalry with many similar superb jewel…stands； there
was no shadow of Mr Merdle's plaint on young Sparkler hovering about
the rooms； monomaniacally seeking any sufficiently ineligible young lady
with no nonsense about her； there was no shadow of Mr Merdle's plaint
on the Barnacles and Stiltstalkings； of whom whole colonies were
present； or on any of the pany。 Even on himself； its shadow was faint
enough as he moved about among the throng； receiving homage。
Mr Merdle's plaint。 Society and he had so much to do with one another
in all things else； that it is hard to imagine his plaint； if he
had one； being solely his own affair。 Had he that deep…seated recondite
plaint； and did any doctor find it out？ Patience； in the meantime；
the shadow of the Marshalsea wall was a real darkening influence； and
could be seen on the Dorrit Family at any stage of the sun's course。
CHAPTER 22。 A Puzzle
Mr Clennam did not increase in favour with the Father of the Marshalsea
in the ratio of his increasing visits。 His obtuseness on the great
Testimonial question was not calculated to awaken admiration in the
paternal breast； but had rather a tendency to give offence in that
sensitive quarter； and to be regarded as a positive shorting in point
of gentlemanly feeling。 An impression of disappointment； occasioned
by the discovery that Mr Clennam scarcely possessed that delicacy for
which； in the confidence of his nature； he had been inclined to give
him credit； began to darken the fatherly mind in connection with that
gentleman。 The father went so far as to say； in his private family
circle； that he feared Mr Clennam was not a man of high instincts。
He was happy； he observed； in his public capacity as leader and
representative of the College； to receive Mr Clennam when he called to
pay his respects； but he didn't find that he got on with him personally。
There appeared to be something （he didn't know what it was） wanting in
him。 Howbeit； the father did not fail in any outward show of politeness；
but； on the contrary； honoured him with much attention； perhaps
cherishing the hope that； although not a man of a sufficiently
brilliant and spontaneous turn of mind to repeat his former testimonial
unsolicited； it might still be within the pass of his nature to
bear the part of a responsive gentleman； in any correspondence that way
tending。
In the threefold capacity； of the gentleman from outside who had been
accidentally locked in on the night of his first appearance； of the
gentleman from outside who had inquired into the affairs of the Father
of the Marshalsea with the stupendous idea of getting him out； and of
the gentleman from outside who took an interest in the child of the
Marshalsea； Clennam soon became a visitor of mark。
He was not surprised by the attentions he received from Mr Chivery when
that officer was on the lock； for he made little distinction between
Mr Chivery's politeness and that of the other turnkeys。 It was on one
particular afternoon that Mr Chivery surprised him all at once； and
stood forth from his panions in bold relief。
Mr Chivery； by some artful exercise of his power of clearing the Lodge；
had contrived to rid it of all sauntering Collegians； so that Clennam；
ing out of the prison； should find him on duty alone。
'（Private） I ask your pardon； sir；' said Mr Chivery in a secret manner；
'but which way might you be going？'
'I am going over the Bridge。' He saw in Mr Chivery； with some
astonishment； quite an Allegory of Silence； as he stood with his key on
his lips。
'（Private） I ask your pardon again；' said Mr Chivery； 'but could you go
round by Horsemonger Lane？ Could you by any means find time to look in
at that address？' handing him a little card； printed for circulation
among the connection of Chivery and Co。； Tobacconists； Importers of pure
Havannah Cigars； Bengal Cheroots； and fine…flavoured Cubas； Dealers in
Fancy Snuffs； &C。 &C。
'（Private） It an't tobacco business；' said Mr Chivery。 'The truth is；
it's my wife。 She's wishful to say a word to you； sir； upon a point
respecting……yes；' said Mr Chivery； answering Clennam's look of
apprehension with a nod； 'respecting her。'
'I will make a point of seeing your wife directly。'
'Thank you； sir。 Much obliged。 It an't above ten minutes out of your
way。 Please to ask for Mrs Chivery！' These instructions； Mr Chivery； who
had already let him out； cautiously called through a little slide in the
outer door； which he could draw back from within for the inspection of
visitors when it pleased him。
Arthur Clennam； with the card in his hand； betook himself to the address
set forth upon it； and speedily arrived there。 It was a very small
establishment； wherein a decent woman sat behind the counter working
at her needle。 Little jars of tobacco； little boxes of cigars； a
little assortment of pipes； a little jar or two of snuff； and a little
instrument like a shoeing horn for serving it out； posed the retail
stock in trade。
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 you'll 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 manding 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？
'It's the only change he takes；' said Mrs Chivery； shaking her head
afresh。 'He won't go out； even in the back…yard； when there's no linen；
but when there's linen to keep the neighbours' eyes off； he'll 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 reconducted 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； he's a breaking his heart for her； and I
would wish to take the liberty to ask how it's to be made good to his
parents when bust？'
Mrs Chivery； who was a fortable…looking woman much respected about
Horsemonger Lane for her feelings and her conversation； uttered this
speech with fell posure； and immediately afterwards began agai