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    CHAPTER 2

    Mrs General

    It is indispensable to present the accomplished lady who was of
    sufficient importance in the suite of the Dorrit Family to have a
    line to herself in the Travellers' Book.

    Mrs General was the daughter of a clerical dignitary in a cathedral
    town, where she had led the fashion until she was as near forty-
    five as a single lady can be. A stiff commissariat officer of
    sixty, famous as a martinet, had then become enamoured of the
    gravity with which she drove the proprieties four-in-hand through
    the cathedral town society, and had solicited to be taken beside
    her on the box of the cool coach of ceremony to which that team was
    harnessed. His proposal of marriage being accepted by the lady,
    the commissary took his seat behind the proprieties with great
    decorum, and Mrs General drove until the commissary died. In the
    course of their united journey, they ran over several people who
    came in the way of the proprieties; but always in a high style and
    with composure.

    The commissary having been buried with all the decorations suitable
    to the service (the whole team of proprieties were harnessed to his
    hearse, and they all had feathers and black velvet housings with
    his coat of arms in the corner), Mrs General began to inquire what
    quantity of dust and ashes was deposited at the bankers'. It then
    transpired that the commissary had so far stolen a march on Mrs
    General as to have bought himself an annuity some years before his
    marriage, and to have reserved that circumstance in mentioning, at
    the period of his proposal, that his income was derived from the
    interest of his money. Mrs General consequently found her means so
    much diminished, that, but for the perfect regulation of her mind,
    she might have felt disposed to question the accuracy of that
    portion of the late service which had declared that the commissary
    could take nothing away with him.

    In this state of affairs it occurred to Mrs General, that she might
    'form the mind,' and eke the manners of some young lady of
    distinction. Or, that she might harness the proprieties to the
    carriage of some rich young heiress or widow, and become at once
    the driver and guard of such vehicle through the social mazes. Mrs
    General's communication of this idea to her clerical and
    commissariat connection was so warmly applauded that, but for the
    lady's undoubted merit, it might have appeared as though they
    wanted to get rid of her. Testimonials representing Mrs General as
    a prodigy of piety, learning, virtue, and gentility, were lavishly
    contributed from influential quarters; and one venerable archdeacon
    even shed tears in recording his testimony to her perfections
    (described to him by persons on whom he could rely), though he had
    never had the honour and moral gratification of setting eyes on Mrs
    General in all his life.

    Thus delegated on her mission, as it were by Church and State, Mrs
    General, who had always occupied high ground, felt in a condition
    to keep it, and began by putting herself up at a very high figure.
    An interval of some duration elapsed, in which there was no bid for
    Mrs General. At length a county-widower, with a daughter of
    fourteen, opened negotiations with the lady; and as it was a part
    either of the native dignity or of the artificial policy of Mrs
    General (but certainly one or the other) to comport herself as if
    she were much more sought than seeking, the widower pursued Mrs
    General until he prevailed upon her to form his daughter's mind and
    manners.

    The execution of this trust occupied Mrs General about seven years,
    in the course of which time she made the tour of Europe, and saw
    most of that extensive miscellany of objects which it is essential
    that all persons of polite cultivation should see with other
    people's eyes, and never with their own. When her charge was at
    length formed, the marriage, not only of the young lady, but
    likewise of her father, the widower, was resolved on. The widower
    then finding Mrs General both inconvenient and expensive, became of
    a sudden almost as much affected by her merits as the archdeacon
    had been, and circulated such praises of her surpassing worth, in
    all quarters where he thought an opportunity might arise of
    transferring the blessing to somebody else, that Mrs General was a
    name more honourable than ever.

    The phoenix was to let, on this elevated perch, when Mr Dorrit, who
    had lately succeeded to his property, mentioned to his bankers that
    he wished to discover a lady, well-bred, accomplished, well
    connected, well accustomed to good society, who was qualified at
    once to complete the education of his daughters, and to be their
    matron or chaperon. Mr Dorrit's bankers, as bankers of the county-
    widower, instantly said, 'Mrs General.'

    Pursuing the light so fortunately hit upon, and finding the
    concurrent testimony of the whole of Mrs General's acquaintance to
    be of the pathetic nature already recorded, Mr Dorrit took the
    trouble of going down to the county of the county-widower to see
    Mrs General, in whom he found a lady of a quality superior to his
    highest expectations.

    'Might I be excused,' said Mr Dorrit, 'if I inquired--ha--what
    remune--'

    'Why, indeed,' returned Mrs General, stopping the word, 'it is a
    subject on which I prefer to avoid entering. I have never entered
    on it with my friends here; and I cannot overcome the delicacy, Mr
    Dorrit, with which I have always regarded it. I am not, as I hope
    you are aware, a governess--'

    'O dear no!' said Mr Dorrit. 'Pray, madam, do not imagine for a
    moment that I think so.' He really blushed to be suspected of it.

    Mrs General gravely inclined her head. 'I cannot, therefore, put
    a price upon services which it is a pleasure to me to render if I
    can render them spontaneously, but which I could not render in mere
    return for any consideration. Neither do I know how, or where, to
    find a case parallel to my own. It is peculiar.'

    No doubt. But how then (Mr Dorrit not unnaturally hinted) could
    the subject be approached.
    'I cannot object,' said Mrs General--'though even that is
    disagreeable to me--to Mr Dorrit's inquiring, in confidence of my
    friends here, what amount they have been accustomed, at quarterly
    intervals, to pay to my credit at my bankers'.'

    Mr Dorrit bowed his acknowledgements.

    'Permit me to add,' said Mrs General, 'that beyond this, I can
    never resume the topic. Also that I can accept no second or
    inferior position. If the honour were proposed to me of becoming
    known to Mr Dorrit's family--I think two daughters were
    mentioned?--'

    'Two daughters.'

    'I could only accept it on terms of perfect equality, as a
    companion, protector, Mentor, and friend.'

    Mr Dorrit, in spite of his sense of his importance, felt as if it
    would be quite a kindness in her to accept it on any conditions.
    He almost said as much.

    'I think,' repeated Mrs General, 'two daughters were mentioned?'

    'Two daughters,' said Mr Dorrit again.

    'It would therefore,' said Mrs General, 'be necessary to add a
    third more to the payment (whatever its amount may prove to be),
    which my friends here have been accustomed to make to my bankers'.'

    Mr Dorrit lost no time in referring the delicate question to the
    county-widower, and finding that he had been accustomed to pay
    three hundred pounds a-year to the credit of Mrs General, arrived,
    without any severe strain on his arithmetic, at the conclusion that
    he himself must pay four. Mrs General being an article of that
    lustrous surface which suggests that it is worth any money, he made
    a formal proposal to be allowed to have the honour and pleasure of
    regarding her as a member of his family. Mrs General conceded that
    high privilege, and here she was.

    In person, Mrs General, including her skirts which had much to do
    with it, was of a dignified and imposing appearance; ample,
    rustling, gravely voluminous; always upright behind the
    proprieties. She might have been taken--had been taken--to the top
    of the Alps and the bottom of Herculaneum, without disarranging a
    fold in her dress, or displacing a pin. If her countenance and
    hair had rather a floury appearance, as though from living in some
    transcendently genteel Mill, it was rather because she was a chalky
    creation altogether, than because she mended her complexion with
    violet powder, or had turned grey. If her eyes had no expression,
    it was probably because they had nothing to express. If she had
    few wrinkles, it was because her mind had never traced its name or
    any other inscription on her face. A cool, waxy, blown-out woman,
    who had never lighted well.
    Mrs General had no opinions. Her way of forming a mind was to
    prevent it from forming opinions. She had a little circular set of
    mental grooves or rails on which she started little trains of other
    people's opinions, which never overtook one another, and never got
    anywhere. Even her propriety could not dispute that there was
    impropriety in the world; but Mrs General's way of getting rid of
    it was to put it out of sight, and make believe that there was no
    such thing. This was another of her ways of forming a mind--to
    cram all articles of difficulty into cupboards, lock them up, and
    say they had no existence. It was the easiest way, and, beyond all
    comparison, the properest.

    Mrs General was not to be told of anything shocking. Accidents,
    miseries, and offences, were never to be mentioned before her.
    Passion was to go to sleep in the presence of Mrs General, and
    blood was to change to milk and water. The little that was left in
    the world, when all these deductions were made, it was Mrs
    General's province to varnish. In that formation process of hers,
    she dipped the smallest of brushes into the largest of pots, and
    varnished the surface of every object that came under
    consideration. The more cracked it was, the more Mrs General
    varnished it.
    There was varnish in Mrs General's voice, varnish in Mrs General's
    touch, an atmosphere of varnish round Mrs General's figure. Mrs
    General's dreams ought to have been varnished--if she had any--
    lying asleep in the arms of the good Saint Bernard, with the
    feathery snow falling on his house-top.
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