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disclosure　she　made　might　rouse　his　spirit　and　induce　him　to　run　away　to
the　workhouse；　was　thus　left　free　to　be　confidential　with　Mr　Pancks。

'It's　quite　true　that　the　business　is　very　steady　indeed；'　said　Mrs
Plornish；　lowering　her　voice；　'and　has　a　excellent　connection。　The　only
thing　that　stands　in　its　way；　sir；　is　the　Credit。'

This　drawback；　rather　severely　felt　by　most　people　who　engaged　in
mercial　transactions　with　the　inhabitants　of　Bleeding　Heart　Yard；
was　a　large　stumbling…block　in　Mrs　Plornish's　trade。　When　Mr　Dorrit　had
established　her　in　the　business；　the　Bleeding　Hearts　had　shown　an　amount
of　emotion　and　a　determination　to　support　her　in　it；　that　did　honour　to
human　nature。　Recognising　her　claim　upon　their　generous　feelings　as　one
who　had　long　been　a　member　of　their　munity；　they　pledged　themselves；
with　great　feeling；　to　deal　with　Mrs　Plornish；　e　what　would　and
bestow　their　patronage　on　no　other　establishment。　Influenced　by　these
noble　sentiments；　they　had　even　gone　out　of　their　way　to　purchase　little
luxuries　in　the　grocery　and　butter　line　to　which　they　were　unaccustomed；
saying　to　one　another；　that　if　they　did　stretch　a　point；　was　it　not　for
a　neighbour　and　a　friend；　and　for　whom　ought　a　point　to　be　stretched　if
not　for　such？　So　stimulated；　the　business　was　extremely　brisk；　and　the
articles　in　stock　went　off　with　the　greatest　celerity。　In　short；　if　the
Bleeding　Hearts　had　but　paid；　the　undertaking　would　have　been　a　plete
success；　whereas；　by　reason　of　their　exclusively　confining　themselves　to
owing；　the　profits　actually　realised　had　not　yet　begun　to　appear　in　the
books。

Mr　Pancks　was　making　a　very　porcupine　of　himself　by　sticking　his　hair
up　in　the　contemplation　of　this　state　of　accounts；　when　old　Mr　Nandy；
re…entering　the　cottage　with　an　air　of　mystery；　entreated　them　to　e
and　look　at　the　strange　behaviour　of　Mr　Baptist；　who　seemed　to　have　met
with　something　that　had　scared　him。　All　three　going　into　the　shop；　and
watching　through　the　window；　then　saw　Mr　Baptist；　pale　and　agitated；　go
through　the　following　extraordinary　performances。　First；　he　was　observed
hiding　at　the　top　of　the　steps　leading　down　into　the　Yard；　and　peeping
up　and　down　the　street　with　his　head　cautiously　thrust　out　close　to　the
side　of　the　shop…door。　After　very　anxious　scrutiny；　he　came　out　of
his　retreat；　and　went　briskly　down　the　street　as　if　he　were　going　away
altogether；　then；　suddenly　turned　about；　and　went；　at　the　same　pace；　and
with　the　same　feint；　up　the　street。　He　had　gone　no　further　up　the　street
than　he　had　gone　down；　when　he　crossed　the　road　and　disappeared。　The
object　of　this　last　manoeuvre　was　only　apparent；　when　his　entering　the
shop　with　a　sudden　twist；　from　the　steps　again；　explained　that　he
had　made　a　wide　and　obscure　circuit　round　to　the　other；　or　Doyce　and
Clennam；　end　of　the　Yard；　and　had　e　through　the　Yard　and　bolted　in。
He　was　out　of　breath　by　that　time；　as　he　might　well　be；　and　his　heart
seemed　to　jerk　faster　than　the　little　shop…bell；　as　it　quivered　and
jingled　behind　him　with　his　hasty　shutting　of　the　door。

'Hallo；　old　chap！'　said　Mr　Pancks。　'Altro；　old　boy！　What's　the　matter？'

Mr　Baptist；　or　Signor　Cavalletto；　understood　English　now　almost　as　well
as　Mr　Pancks　himself；　and　could　speak　it　very　well　too。　Nevertheless；
Mrs　Plornish；　with　a　pardonable　vanity　in　that　acplishment　of　hers
which　made　her　all　but　Italian；　stepped　in　as　interpreter。

'E　ask　know；'　said　Mrs　Plornish；　'What　go　wrong？'

'e　into　the　happy　little　cottage；　Padrona；'　returned　Mr　Baptist；
imparting　great　stealthiness　to　his　flurried　back…handed　shake　of　his
right　forefinger。　'e　there！'

Mrs　Plornish　was　proud　of　the　title　Padrona；　which　she　regarded　as
signifying：　not　so　much　Mistress　of　the　house；　as　Mistress　of　the
Italian　tongue。　She　immediately　plied　with　Mr　Baptist's　request；　and
they　all　went　into　the　cottage。

'E　ope　you　no　fright；'　said　Mrs　Plornish　then；　interpreting　Mr　Pancks
in　a　new　way　with　her　usual　fertility　of　resource。　'What　appen？　Peaka
Padrona！'

'I　have　seen　some　one；'　returned　Baptist。　'I　have　rincontrato　him。'

'Im？　Oo　him？'　asked　Mrs　Plornish。

'A　bad　man。　A　baddest　man。　I　have　hoped　that　I　should　never　see　him
again。'　'Ow　you　know　him　bad？'　asked　Mrs　Plornish。

'It　does　not　matter；　Padrona。　I　know　it　too　well。'

''E　see　you？'　asked　Mrs　Plornish。

'No。　I　hope　not。　I　believe　not。'

'He　says；'　Mrs　Plornish　then　interpreted；　addressing　her　father　and
Pancks　with　mild　condescension；　'that　he　has　met　a　bad　man；　but　he　hopes
the　bad　man　didn't　see　him……rs　Plornish；　reverting　to
the　Italian　language；　'why　ope　bad　man　no　see？'

'Padrona；　dearest；'　returned　the　little　foreigner　whom　she　so
considerately　protected；　'do　not　ask；　I　pray。　Once　again　I　say　it
matters　not。　I　have　fear　of　this　man。　I　do　not　wish　to　see　him；　I　do　not
wish　to　be　known　of　him……never　again！　Enough；　most　beautiful。　Leave　it。'

The　topic　was　so　disagreeable　to　him；　and　so　put　his　usual　liveliness　to
the　rout；　that　Mrs　Plornish　forbore　to　press　him　further：　the　rather　as
the　tea　had　been　drawing　for　some　time　on　the　hob。　But　she　was　not　the
less　surprised　and　curious　for　asking　no　more　questions；　neither　was
Mr　Pancks；　whose　expressive　breathing　had　been　labouring　hard　since　the
entrance　of　the　little　man；　like　a　lootive　engine　with　a　great　load
getting　up　a　steep　incline。　Maggy；　now　better　dressed　than　of　yore；
though　still　faithful　to　the　monstrous　character　of　her　cap；　had　been
in　the　background　from　the　first　with　open　mouth　and　eyes；　which　staring
and　gaping　features　were　not　diminished　in　breadth　by　the　untimely
suppression　of　the　subject。　However；　no　more　was　said　about　it；　though
much　appeared　to　be　thought　on　all　sides：　by　no　means　excepting　the　two
young　Plornishes；　who　partook　of　the　evening　meal　as　if　their　eating
the　bread　and　butter　were　rendered　almost　superfluous　by　the　painful
probability　of　the　worst　of　men　shortly　presenting　himself　for　the
purpose　of　eating　them。　Mr　Baptist；　by　degrees　began　to　chirp　a　little；
but　never　stirred　from　the　seat　he　had　taken　behind　the　door　and　close
to　the　window；　though　it　was　not　his　usual　place。　As　often　as　the　little
bell　rang；　he　started　and　peeped　out　secretly；　with　the　end　of　the
little　curtain　in　his　hand　and　the　rest　before　his　face；　evidently　not
at　all　satisfied　but　that　the　man　he　dreaded　had　tracked　him　through　all
his　doublings　and　turnings；　with　the　certainty　of　a　terrible　bloodhound。

The　entrance；　at　various　times；　of　two　or　three　customers　and　of　Mr
Plornish；　gave　Mr　Baptist　just　enough　of　this　employment　to　keep　the
attention　of　the　pany　fixed　upon　him。　Tea　was　over；　and　the　children
were　abed；　and　Mrs　Plornish　was　feeling　her　way　to　the　dutiful　proposal
that　her　father　should　favour　them　with　Chloe；　when　the　bell　rang　again；
and　Mr　Clennam　came　in。

Clennam　had　been　poring　late　over　his　books　and　letters；　for　the
waiting…rooms　of　the　Circumlocution　Office　ravaged　his　time　sorely。

Over　and　above　that；　he　was　depressed　and　made　uneasy　by　the　late
occurrence　at　his　mother's。　He　looked　worn　and　solitary。　He　felt　so；
too；　but；　nevertheless；　was　returning　home　from　his　counting…house　by
that　end　of　the　Yard　to　give　them　the　intelligence　that　he　had　received
another　letter　from　Miss　Dorrit。

The　news　made　a　sensation　in　the　cottage　which　drew　off　the　general
attention　from　Mr　Baptist。　Maggy；　who　pushed　her　way　into　the　foreground
immediately；　would　have　seemed　to　draw　in　the　tidings　of　her　Little
Mother　equally　at　her　ears；　nose；　mouth；　and　eyes；　but　that　the　last
were　obstructed　by　tears。　She　was　particularly　delighted　when　Clennam
assured　her　that　there　were　hospitals；　and　very　kindly　conducted
hospitals；　in　Rome。　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。'

Mr　Plornish　deeming　it　incumbent　on　him；　as　host；　to　add　his　personal
ac