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Updated: May 7, 2025
The room Arthur Clennam's deceased father had occupied for business purposes, when he first remembered him, was so unaltered that he might have been imagined still to keep it invisibly, as his visible relict kept her room up-stairs; Jeremiah Flintwinch still going between them negotiating.
If we didn't want to sell it for the most we can get for it, we shouldn't do it. Being work, it has to be done; but it's easily enough done. All the rest is hocus-pocus. Now here's one of the advantages, or disadvantages, of knowing a disappointed man. You hear the truth. Whatever he had heard, and whether it deserved that name or another, it sank into Clennam's mind.
To see the modest head again bent down over its task, and the nimble fingers busy at their old work though she was not so absorbed in it, but that her compassionate eyes were often raised to his face, and, when they drooped again had tears in them to be so consoled and comforted, and to believe that all the devotion of this great nature was turned to him in his adversity to pour out its inexhaustible wealth of goodness upon him, did not steady Clennam's trembling voice or hand, or strengthen him in his weakness.
The mention of Mr Casby again revived in Clennam's memory the smouldering embers of curiosity and interest which Mrs Flintwinch had fanned on the night of his arrival. After some days of inquiry and research, Arthur Clennam became convinced that the case of the Father of the Marshalsea was indeed a hopeless one, and sorrowfully resigned the idea of helping him to freedom again.
'Thank you, no tea for me. Pardon my observing it, but that's a very remarkable watch! The tea-table was drawn up near the sofa, with a small interval between it and Mrs Clennam's own particular table. Mrs Clennam looked suddenly up at him. 'May I be permitted? Thank you. A fine old-fashioned watch, he said, taking it in his hand. 'Heavy for use, but massive and genuine.
'Amy, my dear, if you can persuade Mr Clennam to stay longer, I can leave the honours of our poor apology for an establishment with confidence in your hands, and perhaps you may do something towards erasing from Mr Clennam's mind the ha untoward and unpleasant circumstance which has occurred since tea-time.
He postponed looking at Mr Blandois again until this accidental inequality was removed by their having entered the late Mr Clennam's room. But, then twisting himself suddenly round upon him, he found his look unchanged. 'A most admirable old house, smiled Mr Blandois. 'So mysterious. Do you never hear any haunted noises here? 'Noises, returned Mr Flintwinch. 'No. 'Nor see any devils?
She had not yet finished preparing Mrs Clennam's tea, when the soft knock came to the door which always announced Little Dorrit.
The bed-chamber occupied by Mr and Mrs Flintwinch was within a few paces of that to which Mrs Clennam had been so long confined. It was not on the same floor, for it was a room at the side of the house, which was approached by a steep descent of a few odd steps, diverging from the main staircase nearly opposite to Mrs Clennam's door.
For there is nobody he told me so himself when he talked to me this very day there is nobody he likes so well as you, or trusts so much. A clue to what had passed between the father and daughter dropped like a heavy stone into the well of Clennam's heart, and swelled the water to his eyes.
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