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'He is Mr Casby, by name, he is, said Plornish, 'and Pancks, he collects the rents. That, added Mr Plornish, dwelling on the subject with a slow thoughtfulness that appeared to have no connection with any specific object, and to lead him nowhere, 'that is about what they are, you may believe me or not, as you think proper. 'Ay? returned Clennam, thoughtful in his turn. 'Mr Casby, too!
But no poverty in him, and no coat on him that never was the mode, and no Old Men's Ward for his dwelling-place, could quench his daughter's admiration. Mrs Plornish was as proud of her father's talents as she could possibly have been if they had made him Lord Chancellor.
The poor little old man knew some pale and vapid little songs, long out of date, about Chloe, and Phyllis, and Strephon being wounded by the son of Venus; and for Mrs Plornish there was no such music at the Opera as the small internal flutterings and chirpings wherein he would discharge himself of these ditties, like a weak, little, broken barrel-organ, ground by a baby.
He had heerd it given for a truth that accordin' as the world went round, which round it did rewolve undoubted, even the best of gentlemen must take his turn of standing with his ed upside down and all his air a flying the wrong way into what you might call Space. Wery well then. What Mr Plornish said was, wery well then.
This he attributed, after much reflection, to his musical genius not having been scientifically developed in his youth. 'For why, argued Mr Plornish, 'why go a-binding music when you've got it in yourself? That's where it is, I consider. Old Nandy had a patron: one patron.
'This is very kind of you, but you are always kind. Mr Plornish, with a modest disavowal of his merits, opened the room door for her readmission, and followed her in with such an exceedingly bald pretence of not having been out at all, that her father might have observed it without being very suspicious. In his affable unconsciousness, however, he took no heed.
He does nothing else whatever. All the boys encourage him and watch for the enemy, on whose appearance they give an alarm, which immediately serves as a warning to the creature, who runs away. I am afraid to go out lest I should be shot. Mr. Plornish, says his prayers at night in a whisper lest the cat should overhear him and take offence.
Mr Pancks rose into new distinction in virtue of being specially remembered in the letter. Everybody was pleased and interested, and Clennam was well repaid for his trouble. 'But you are tired, sir. Let me make you a cup of tea, said Mrs Plornish, 'if you'd condescend to take such a thing in the cottage; and many thanks to you, too, I am sure, for bearing us in mind so kindly.
'And how are you getting on, Mrs Plornish, said Pancks, 'since we're mentioning millions? 'Very steady, indeed, sir, returned Mrs Plornish. 'Father, dear, would you go into the shop and tidy the window a little bit before tea, your taste being so beautiful? John Edward Nandy trotted away, much gratified, to comply with his daughter's request.
He didn't know what satisfaction he could give any gentleman, respecting that family. What might it be about, now? 'I know you better, said Clennam, smiling, 'than you suppose. Plornish observed, not Smiling in return, And yet he hadn't the pleasure of being acquainted with the gentleman, neither.
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