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    Mostly, Prunes and Prism

    Mrs General, always on her coach-box keeping the proprieties well
    together, took pains to form a surface on her very dear young
    friend, and Mrs General's very dear young friend tried hard to
    receive it. Hard as she had tried in her laborious life to attain
    many ends, she had never tried harder than she did now, to be
    varnished by Mrs General. It made her anxious and ill at ease to
    be operated upon by that smoothing hand, it is true; but she
    submitted herself to the family want in its greatness as she had
    submitted herself to the family want in its littleness, and yielded
    to her own inclinations in this thing no more than she had yielded
    to her hunger itself, in the days when she had saved her dinner
    that her father might have his supper.

    One comfort that she had under the Ordeal by General was more
    sustaining to her, and made her more grateful than to a less
    devoted and affectionate spirit, not habituated to her struggles
    and sacrifices, might appear quite reasonable; and, indeed, it may
    often be observed in life, that spirits like Little Dorrit do not
    appear to reason half as carefully as the folks who get the better
    of them. The continued kindness of her sister was this comfort to
    Little Dorrit. It was nothing to her that the kindness took the
    form of tolerant patronage; she was used to that. It was nothing
    to her that it kept her in a tributary position, and showed her in
    attendance on the flaming car in which Miss Fanny sat on an
    elevated seat, exacting homage; she sought no better place. Always
    admiring Fanny's beauty, and grace, and readiness, and not now
    asking herself how much of her disposition to be strongly attached
    to Fanny was due to her own heart, and how much to Fanny's, she
    gave her all the sisterly fondness her great heart contained.

    The wholesale amount of Prunes and Prism which Mrs General infused
    into the family life, combined with the perpetual plunges made by
    Fanny into society, left but a very small residue of any natural
    deposit at the bottom of the mixture. This rendered confidences
    with Fanny doubly precious to Little Dorrit, and heightened the
    relief they afforded her.

    'Amy,' said Fanny to her one night when they were alone, after a
    day so tiring that Little Dorrit was quite worn out, though Fanny
    would have taken another dip into society with the greatest
    pleasure in life, 'I am going to put something into your little
    head. You won't guess what it is, I suspect.'

    'I don't think that's likely, dear,' said Little Dorrit.

    'Come, I'll give you a clue, child,' said Fanny. 'Mrs General.'

    Prunes and Prism, in a thousand combinations, having been wearily
    in the ascendant all day--everything having been surface and
    varnish and show without substance--Little Dorrit looked as if she
    had hoped that Mrs General was safely tucked up in bed for some

    'Now, can you guess, Amy?' said Fanny.

    'No, dear. Unless I have done anything,' said Little Dorrit,
    rather alarmed, and meaning anything calculated to crack varnish
    and ruffle surface.

    Fanny was so very much amused by the misgiving, that she took up
    her favourite fan (being then seated at her dressing-table with her
    armoury of cruel instruments about her, most of them reeking from
    the heart of Sparkler), and tapped her sister frequently on the
    nose with it, laughing all the time.

    'Oh, our Amy, our Amy!' said Fanny. 'What a timid little goose our
    Amy is! But this is nothing to laugh at. On the contrary, I am
    very cross, my dear.'

    'As it is not with me, Fanny, I don't mind,' returned her sister,

    'Ah! But I do mind,' said Fanny, 'and so will you, Pet, when I
    enlighten you. Amy, has it never struck you that somebody is
    monstrously polite to Mrs General?'

    'Everybody is polite to Mrs General,' said Little Dorrit.

    'Because she freezes them into it?' interrupted Fanny. 'I don't
    mean that; quite different from that. Come! Has it never struck
    you, Amy, that Pa is monstrously polite to Mrs General.'

    Amy, murmuring 'No,' looked quite confounded.
    'No; I dare say not. But he is,' said Fanny. 'He is, Amy. And
    remember my words. Mrs General has designs on Pa!'

    'Dear Fanny, do you think it possible that Mrs General has designs
    on any one?'

    'Do I think it possible?' retorted Fanny. 'My love, I know it. I
    tell you she has designs on Pa. And more than that, I tell you Pa
    considers her such a wonder, such a paragon of accomplishment, and
    such an acquisition to our family, that he is ready to get himself
    into a state of perfect infatuation with her at any moment. And
    that opens a pretty picture of things, I hope? Think of me with
    Mrs General for a Mama!'

    Little Dorrit did not reply, 'Think of me with Mrs General for a
    Mama;' but she looked anxious, and seriously inquired what had led
    Fanny to these conclusions.

    'Lord, my darling,' said Fanny, tartly. 'You might as well ask me
    how I know when a man is struck with myself! But, of course I do
    know. It happens pretty often: but I always know it. I know this
    in much the same way, I suppose. At all events, I know it.'

    'You never heard Papa say anything?'

    'Say anything?' repeated Fanny. 'My dearest, darling child, what
    necessity has he had, yet awhile, to say anything?'

    'And you have never heard Mrs General say anything?'
    'My goodness me, Amy,' returned Fanny, 'is she the sort of woman to
    say anything? Isn't it perfectly plain and clear that she has
    nothing to do at present but to hold herself upright, keep her
    aggravating gloves on, and go sweeping about? Say anything! If
    she had the ace of trumps in her hand at whist, she wouldn't say
    anything, child. It would come out when she played it.'

    'At least, you may be mistaken, Fanny. Now, may you not?'

    'O yes, I MAY be,' said Fanny, 'but I am not. However, I am glad
    you can contemplate such an escape, my dear, and I am glad that you
    can take this for the present with sufficient coolness to think of
    such a chance. It makes me hope that you may be able to bear the
    connection. I should not be able to bear it, and I should not try.

    I'd marry young Sparkler first.'

    'O, you would never marry him, Fanny, under any circumstances.'

    'Upon my word, my dear,' rejoined that young lady with exceeding
    indifference, 'I wouldn't positively answer even for that. There's
    no knowing what might happen. Especially as I should have many
    opportunities, afterwards, of treating that woman, his mother, in
    her own style. Which I most decidedly should not be slow to avail
    myself of, Amy.'

    No more passed between the sisters then; but what had passed gave
    the two subjects of Mrs General and Mr Sparkler great prominence in
    Little Dorrit's mind, and thenceforth she thought very much of

    Mrs General, having long ago formed her own surface to such
    perfection that it hid whatever was below it (if anything), no
    observation was to be made in that quarter. Mr Dorrit was
    undeniably very polite to her and had a high opinion of her; but
    Fanny, impetuous at most times, might easily be wrong for all that.

    Whereas, the Sparkler question was on the different footing that
    any one could see what was going on there, and Little Dorrit saw it
    and pondered on it with many doubts and wonderings.

    The devotion of Mr Sparkler was only to be equalled by the caprice
    and cruelty of his enslaver. Sometimes she would prefer him to
    such distinction of notice, that he would chuckle aloud with joy;
    next day, or next hour, she would overlook him so completely, and
    drop him into such an abyss of obscurity, that he would groan under
    a weak pretence of coughing. The constancy of his attendance never
    touched Fanny: though he was so inseparable from Edward, that, when
    that gentleman wished for a change of society, he was under the
    irksome necessity of gliding out like a conspirator in disguised
    boats and by secret doors and back ways; though he was so
    solicitous to know how Mr Dorrit was, that he called every other
    day to inquire, as if Mr Dorrit were the prey of an intermittent
    fever; though he was so constantly being paddled up and down before
    the principal windows, that he might have been supposed to have
    made a wager for a large stake to be paddled a thousand miles in a
    thousand hours; though whenever the gondola of his mistress left
    the gate, the gondola of Mr Sparkler shot out from some watery
    ambush and gave chase, as if she were a fair smuggler and he a
    custom-house officer. It was probably owing to this fortification
    of the natural strength of his constitution with so much exposure
    to the air, and the salt sea, that Mr Sparkler did not pine
    outwardly; but, whatever the cause, he was so far from having any
    prospect of moving his mistress by a languishing state of health,
    that he grew bluffer every day, and that peculiarity in his
    appearance of seeming rather a swelled boy than a young man, became
    developed to an extraordinary degree of ruddy puffiness.

    Blandois calling to pay his respects, Mr Dorrit received him with
    affability as the friend of Mr Gowan, and mentioned to him his idea
    of commissioning Mr Gowan to transmit him to posterity. Blandois
    highly extolling it, it occurred to Mr Dorrit that it might be
    agreeable to Blandois to communicate to his friend the great
    opportunity reserved for him. Blandois accepted the commission
    with his own free elegance of manner, and swore he would discharge
    it before he was an hour older. On his imparting the news to
    Gowan, that Master gave Mr Dorrit to the Devil with great
    liberality some round dozen of times (for he resented patronage
    almost as much as he resented the want of it), and was inclined to
    quarrel with his friend for bringing him the message.

    'It may be a defect in my mental vision, Blandois,' said he, 'but
    may I die if I see what you have to do with this.'

    'Death of my life,' replied Blandois, 'nor I neither, except that
    I thought I was serving my friend.'

    'By putting an upstart's hire in his pocket?' said Gowan, frowning.

    'Do you mean that? Tell your other friend to get his head painted
    for the sign of some public-house, and to get it done by a sign-
    painter. Who am I, and who is he?'

    'Professore,' returned the ambassador, 'and who is Blandois?'

    Without appearing at all interested in the latter question, Gowan
    angrily whistled Mr Dorrit away. But, next day, he resumed the
    subject by saying in his off-hand manner and with a slighting
    laugh, 'Well, Blandois, when shall we go to this Maecenas of yours?

    We journeymen must take jobs when we can get them. When shall we
    go and look after this job?'
    'When you will,' said the injured Blandois, 'as you please. What
    have I to do with it? What is it to me?'

    'I can tell you what it is to me,' said Gowan. 'Bread and cheese.
    One must eat! So come along, my Blandois.'

    Mr Dorrit received them in the presence of his daughters and of Mr
    Sparkler, who happened, by some surprising accident, to be calling
    there. 'How are you, Sparkler?' said Gowan carelessly. 'When you
    have to live by your mother wit, old boy, I hope you may get on
    better than I do.'

    Mr Dorrit then mentioned his proposal. 'Sir,' said Gowan,
    laughing, after receiving it gracefully enough, 'I am new to the
    trade, and not expert at its mysteries. I believe I ought to look
    at you in various lights, tell you you are a capital subject, and
    consider when I shall be sufficiently disengaged to devote myself
    with the necessary enthusiasm to the fine picture I mean to make of
    you. I assure you,' and he laughed again, 'I feel quite a traitor
    in the camp of those dear, gifted, good, noble fellows, my brother
    artists, by not doing the hocus-pocus better. But I have not been
    brought up to it, and it's too late to learn it. Now, the fact is,
    I am a very bad painter, but not much worse than the generality.
    If you are going to throw away a hundred guineas or so, I am as
    poor as a poor relation of great people usually is, and I shall be
    very much obliged to you, if you'll throw them away upon me. I'll
    do the best I can for the money; and if the best should be bad, why
    even then, you may probably have a bad picture with a small name to
    it, instead of a bad picture with a large name to it.'

    This tone, though not what he had expected, on the whole suited Mr
    Dorrit remarkably well. It showed that the gentleman, highly
    connected, and not a mere workman, would be under an obligation to
    him. He expressed his satisfaction in placing himself in Mr
    Gowan's hands, and trusted that he would have the pleasure, in
    their characters of private gentlemen, of improving his

    'You are very good,' said Gowan. 'I have not forsworn society
    since I joined the brotherhood of the brush (the most delightful
    fellows on the face of the earth), and am glad enough to smell the
    old fine gunpowder now and then, though it did blow me into mid-air
    and my present calling. You'll not think, Mr Dorrit,' and here he
    laughed again in the easiest way, 'that I am lapsing into the
    freemasonry of the craft--for it's not so; upon my life I can't
    help betraying it wherever I go, though, by Jupiter, I love and
    honour the craft with all my might--if I propose a stipulation as
    to time and place?'

    Ha! Mr Dorrit could erect no--hum--suspicion of that kind on Mr
    Gowan's frankness.

    'Again you are very good,' said Gowan. 'Mr Dorrit, I hear you are
    going to Rome. I am going to Rome, having friends there. Let me
    begin to do you the injustice I have conspired to do you, there--
    not here. We shall all be hurried during the rest of our stay
    here; and though there's not a poorer man with whole elbows in
    Venice, than myself, I have not quite got all the Amateur out of me
    yet--comprising the trade again, you see!--and can't fall on to
    order, in a hurry, for the mere sake of the sixpences.'
    These remarks were not less favourably received by Mr Dorrit than
    their predecessors. They were the prelude to the first reception
    of Mr and Mrs Gowan at dinner, and they skilfully placed Gowan on
    his usual ground in the new family.

    His wife, too, they placed on her usual ground. Miss Fanny
    understood, with particular distinctness, that Mrs Gowan's good
    looks had cost her husband very dear; that there had been a great
    disturbance about her in the Barnacle family; and that the Dowager
    Mrs Gowan, nearly heart-broken, had resolutely set her face against
    the marriage until overpowered by her maternal feelings. Mrs
    General likewise clearly understood that the attachment had
    occasioned much family grief and dissension. Of honest Mr Meagles
    no mention was made; except that it was natural enough that a
    person of that sort should wish to raise his daughter out of his
    own obscurity, and that no one could blame him for trying his best
    to do so.

    Little Dorrit's interest in the fair subject of this easily
    accepted belief was too earnest and watchful to fail in accurate
    observation. She could see that it had its part in throwing upon
    Mrs Gowan the touch of a shadow under which she lived, and she even
    had an instinctive knowledge that there was not the least truth in
    it. But it had an influence in placing obstacles in the way of her
    association with Mrs Gowan by making the Prunes and Prism school
    excessively polite to her, but not very intimate with her; and
    Little Dorrit, as an enforced sizar of that college, was obliged to
    submit herself humbly to its ordinances.

    Nevertheless, there was a sympathetic understanding already
    established between the two, which would have carried them over
    greater difficulties, and made a friendship out of a more
    restricted intercourse. As though accidents were determined to be
    favourable to it, they had a new assurance of congeniality in the
    aversion which each perceived that the other felt towards Blandois
    of Paris; an aversion amounting to the repugnance and horror of a
    natural antipathy towards an odious creature of the reptile kind.

    And there was a passive congeniality between them, besides this
    active one. To both of them, Blandois behaved in exactly the same
    manner; and to both of them his manner had uniformly something in
    it, which they both knew to be different from his bearing towards
    others. The difference was too minute in its expression to be
    perceived by others, but they knew it to be there. A mere trick of
    his evil eyes, a mere turn of his smooth white hand, a mere hair's-
    breadth of addition to the fall of his nose and the rise of the
    moustache in the most frequent movement of his face, conveyed to
    both of them, equally, a swagger personal to themselves. It was as
    if he had said, 'I have a secret power in this quarter. I know
    what I know.'

    This had never been felt by them both in so great a degree, and
    never by each so perfectly to the knowledge of the other, as on a
    day when he came to Mr Dorrit's to take his leave before quitting
    Venice. Mrs Gowan was herself there for the same purpose, and he
    came upon the two together; the rest of the family being out. The
    two had not been together five minutes, and the peculiar manner
    seemed to convey to them, 'You were going to talk about me. Ha!
    Behold me here to prevent it!'

    'Gowan is coming here?' said Blandois, with a smile.

    Mrs Gowan replied he was not coming.

    'Not coming!' said Blandois. 'Permit your devoted servant, when
    you leave here, to escort you home.'

    'Thank you: I am not going home.'

    'Not going home!' said Blandois. 'Then I am forlorn.'

    That he might be; but he was not so forlorn as to roam away and
    leave them together. He sat entertaining them with his finest
    compliments, and his choicest conversation; but he conveyed to
    them, all the time, 'No, no, no, dear ladies. Behold me here
    expressly to prevent it!'

    He conveyed it to them with so much meaning, and he had such a
    diabolical persistency in him, that at length, Mrs Gowan rose to
    depart. On his offering his hand to Mrs Gowan to lead her down the
    staircase, she retained Little Dorrit's hand in hers, with a
    cautious pressure, and said, 'No, thank you. But, if you will
    please to see if my boatman is there, I shall be obliged to you.'

    It left him no choice but to go down before them. As he did so,
    hat in hand, Mrs Gowan whispered:

    'He killed the dog.'

    'Does Mr Gowan know it?' Little Dorrit whispered.

    'No one knows it. Don't look towards me; look towards him. He
    will turn his face in a moment. No one knows it, but I am sure he
    did. You are?'

    'I--I think so,' Little Dorrit answered.

    'Henry likes him, and he will not think ill of him; he is so
    generous and open himself. But you and I feel sure that we think
    of him as he deserves. He argued with Henry that the dog had been
    already poisoned when he changed so, and sprang at him. Henry
    believes it, but we do not. I see he is listening, but can't hear.

    Good-bye, my love! Good-bye!'

    The last words were spoken aloud, as the vigilant Blandois stopped,
    turned his head, and looked at them from the bottom of the
    staircase. Assuredly he did look then, though he looked his
    politest, as if any real philanthropist could have desired no
    better employment than to lash a great stone to his neck, and drop
    him into the water flowing beyond the dark arched gateway in which
    he stood. No such benefactor to mankind being on the spot, he
    handed Mrs Gowan to her boat, and stood there until it had shot out
    of the narrow view; when he handed himself into his own boat and

    Little Dorrit had sometimes thought, and now thought again as she
    retraced her steps up the staircase, that he had made his way too
    easily into her father's house. But so many and such varieties of
    people did the same, through Mr Dorrit's participation in his elder
    daughter's society mania, that it was hardly an exceptional case.
    A perfect fury for making acquaintances on whom to impress their
    riches and importance, had seized the House of Dorrit.

    It appeared on the whole, to Little Dorrit herself, that this same
    society in which they lived, greatly resembled a superior sort of
    Marshalsea. Numbers of people seemed to come abroad, pretty much
    as people had come into the prison; through debt, through idleness,
    relationship, curiosity, and general unfitness for getting on at
    home. They were brought into these foreign towns in the custody of
    couriers and local followers, just as the debtors had been brought
    into the prison. They prowled about the churches and picture-
    galleries, much in the old, dreary, prison-yard manner. They were
    usually going away again to-morrow or next week, and rarely knew
    their own minds, and seldom did what they said they would do, or
    went where they said they would go: in all this again, very like
    the prison debtors. They paid high for poor accommodation, and
    disparaged a place while they pretended to like it: which was
    exactly the Marshalsea custom. They were envied when they went
    away by people left behind, feigning not to want to go: and that
    again was the Marshalsea habit invariably. A certain set of words
    and phrases, as much belonging to tourists as the College and the
    Snuggery belonged to the jail, was always in their mouths. They
    had precisely the same incapacity for settling down to anything, as
    the prisoners used to have; they rather deteriorated one another,
    as the prisoners used to do; and they wore untidy dresses, and fell
    into a slouching way of life: still, always like the people in the

    The period of the family's stay at Venice came, in its course, to
    an end, and they moved, with their retinue, to Rome. Through a
    repetition of the former Italian scenes, growing more dirty and
    more haggard as they went on, and bringing them at length to where
    the very air was diseased, they passed to their destination. A
    fine residence had been taken for them on the Corso, and there they
    took up their abode, in a city where everything seemed to be trying
    to stand still for ever on the ruins of something else--except the
    water, which, following eternal laws, tumbled and rolled from its
    glorious multitude of fountains.

    Here it seemed to Little Dorrit that a change came over the
    Marshalsea spirit of their society, and that Prunes and Prism got
    the upper hand. Everybody was walking about St Peter's and the
    Vatican on somebody else's cork legs, and straining every visible
    object through somebody else's sieve. Nobody said what anything
    was, but everybody said what the Mrs Generals, Mr Eustace, or
    somebody else said it was. The whole body of travellers seemed to
    be a collection of voluntary human sacrifices, bound hand and foot,
    and delivered over to Mr Eustace and his attendants, to have the
    entrails of their intellects arranged according to the taste of
    that sacred priesthood. Through the rugged remains of temples and
    tombs and palaces and senate halls and theatres and amphitheatres
    of ancient days, hosts of tongue-tied and blindfolded moderns were
    carefully feeling their way, incessantly repeating Prunes and Prism
    in the endeavour to set their lips according to the received form.
    Mrs General was in her pure element. Nobody had an opinion. There
    was a formation of surface going on around her on an amazing scale,
    and it had not a flaw of courage or honest free speech in it.

    Another modification of Prunes and Prism insinuated itself on
    Little Dorrit's notice very shortly after their arrival. They
    received an early visit from Mrs Merdle, who led that extensive
    department of life in the Eternal City that winter; and the skilful
    manner in which she and Fanny fenced with one another on the
    occasion, almost made her quiet sister wink, like the glittering of

    'So delighted,' said Mrs Merdle, 'to resume an acquaintance so
    inauspiciously begun at Martigny.'

    'At Martigny, of course,' said Fanny. 'Charmed, I am sure!'

    'I understand,' said Mrs Merdle, 'from my son Edmund Sparkler, that
    he has already improved that chance occasion. He has returned
    quite transported with Venice.'

    'Indeed?' returned the careless Fanny. 'Was he there long?'

    'I might refer that question to Mr Dorrit,' said Mrs Merdle,
    turning the bosom towards that gentleman; 'Edmund having been so
    much indebted to him for rendering his stay agreeable.'

    'Oh, pray don't speak of it,' returned Fanny. 'I believe Papa had
    the pleasure of inviting Mr Sparkler twice or thrice,--but it was
    nothing. We had so many people about us, and kept such open house,
    that if he had that pleasure, it was less than nothing.'

    'Except, my dear,' said Mr Dorrit, 'except--ha--as it afforded me
    unusual gratification to--hum--show by any means, however slight
    and worthless, the--ha, hum--high estimation in which, in--ha--
    common with the rest of the world, I hold so distinguished and
    princely a character as Mr Merdle's.'

    The bosom received this tribute in its most engaging manner. 'Mr
    Merdle,' observed Fanny, as a means of dismissing Mr Sparkler into
    the background, 'is quite a theme of Papa's, you must know, Mrs

    'I have been--ha--disappointed, madam,' said Mr Dorrit, 'to
    understand from Mr Sparkler that there is no great--hum--
    probability of Mr Merdle's coming abroad.'

    'Why, indeed,' said Mrs Merdle, 'he is so much engaged and in such
    request, that I fear not. He has not been able to get abroad for
    years. You, Miss Dorrit, I believe have been almost continually
    abroad for a long time.'

    'Oh dear yes,' drawled Fanny, with the greatest hardihood. 'An
    immense number of years.'

    'So I should have inferred,' said Mrs Merdle.

    'Exactly,' said Fanny.

    'I trust, however,' resumed Mr Dorrit, 'that if I have not the--
    hum--great advantage of becoming known to Mr Merdle on this side of
    the Alps or Mediterranean, I shall have that honour on returning to
    England. It is an honour I particularly desire and shall
    particularly esteem.'
    'Mr Merdle,' said Mrs Merdle, who had been looking admiringly at
    Fanny through her eye-glass, 'will esteem it, I am sure, no less.'

    Little Dorrit, still habitually thoughtful and solitary though no
    longer alone, at first supposed this to be mere Prunes and Prism.
    But as her father when they had been to a brilliant reception at
    Mrs Merdle's, harped at their own family breakfast-table on his
    wish to know Mr Merdle, with the contingent view of benefiting by
    the advice of that wonderful man in the disposal of his fortune,
    she began to think it had a real meaning, and to entertain a
    curiosity on her own part to see the shining light of the time.
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