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Insomuch, that on a certain afternoon during the Pancks mysteries, when she was seated at her window, and heard Maggy's well-known step coming up the stairs, she was very much disturbed by the apprehension of being summoned away. As Maggy's step came higher up and nearer, she trembled and faltered; and it was as much as she could do to speak, when Maggy at length appeared.
This abandonment of the second topic threw him on the third. 'Young, old, or middle-aged, Pancks, he said, when there was a favourable pause, 'I am in a very anxious and uncertain state; a state that even leads me to doubt whether anything now seeming to belong to me, may be really mine. Shall I tell you how this is? Shall I put a great trust in you?
'Eh well, Signore! he cried in conclusion, addressing Arthur again. 'I waited for a good opportunity. I writed some words to Signor Panco, an air of novelty came over Mr Pancks with this designation, 'to come and help. I showed him, Rigaud, at his window, to Signor Panco, who was often the spy in the day. I slept at night near the door of the house.
'Now show me. 'You are to understand' snorted Pancks, feverishly unfolding papers, and speaking in short high-pressure blasts of sentences, 'Where's the Pedigree? Where's Schedule number four, Mr Rugg? Oh! all right! Here we are. You are to understand that we are this very day virtually complete. We shan't be legally for a day or two. Call it at the outside a week.
What Mr Pancks already knew about the Dorrit family, what more he really wanted to find out, and why he should trouble his busy head about them at all, were questions that often perplexed him. Mr Pancks was not a man to waste his time and trouble in researches prompted by idle curiosity. That he had a specific object Clennam could not doubt.
Arthur for his life could not have said with confidence whether Pancks really thought so or not. 'When that was gone, sir, resumed Pancks, 'and it did go, though I dribbled it out like so much blood, I had taken Mr Rugg into the secret. He lent it at ten, and thought that pretty high. But Mr Rugg's a red-haired man, sir, and gets his hair cut. And as to the crown of his hat, it's high.
'I haven't got it, Mr Pancks, Defaulter would reply. 'I tell you the truth, sir, when I say I haven't got so much as a single sixpence of it to bless myself with. 'This won't do, you know, Mr Pancks would retort. 'You don't expect it will do; do you? Defaulter would admit, with a low-spirited 'No, sir, having no such expectation.
Quick as lightning, Mr Pancks, who, for some moments, had had his right hand in his coat pocket, whipped out a pair of shears, swooped upon the Patriarch behind, and snipped off short the sacred locks that flowed upon his shoulders.
'Well, sir, returned Pancks, 'say, I come to him. Say, here I am. 'Mr Pancks, not to trespass on your grounds of mystery, I will be as plain with you as I can. Let me ask two questions. First 'All right! said Pancks, holding up his dirty forefinger with his broken nail. 'I see! "What's your motive?" 'Exactly. 'Motive, said Pancks, 'good.
'Very generous of you, she returned, noticing another of the quick looks between the two. 'Not at all, said Pancks. 'Don't mention it. I'm coming into my property, that's the fact. I can afford to be liberal. I think I'll give 'em a treat here. Bread in stacks. Pipes in faggots. Tobacco in hayloads. Roast beef and plum-pudding for every one. Quart of double stout a head.
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