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but that； as he did not issue forth when she had stood listening and
trembling in the shadowy hall a little time； she crept up…stairs again；
impelled as before by ghosts and curiosity； and once more cowered
outside the door。
'Please to light the candle； Flintwinch；' Mrs Clennam was saying；
apparently wishing to draw him back into their usual tone。 'It is nearly
time for tea。 Little Dorrit is ing； and will find me in the dark。'
Mr Flintwinch lighted the candle briskly； and said as he put it down
upon the table：
'What are you going to do with Little Dorrit？ Is she to e to work
here for ever？ To e to tea here for ever？ To e backwards and
forwards here； in the same way； for ever？' 'How can you talk about 〃for
ever〃 to a maimed creature like me？ Are we not all cut down like the
grass of the field； and was not I shorn by the scythe many years ago：
since when I have been lying here； waiting to be gathered into the
barn？'
'Ay； ay！ But since you have been lying here……not near dead……nothing like
it……numbers of children and young people； blooming women； strong men；
and what not； have been cut down and carried； and still here are you；
you see； not much changed after all。 Your time and mine may be a long
one yet。 When I say for ever； I mean （though I am not poetical） through
all our time。' Mr Flintwinch gave this explanation with great calmness；
and calmly waited for an answer。
'So long as Little Dorrit is quiet and industrious； and stands in need
of the slight help I can give her； and deserves it； so long； I suppose；
unless she withdraws of her own act； she will continue to e here； I
being spared。'
'Nothing more than that？' said Flintwinch； stroking his mouth and chin。
'What should there be more than that！ What could there be more than
that！' she ejaculated in her sternly wondering way。
Mrs Flintwinch dreamed； that； for the space of a minute or two； they
remained looking at each other with the candle between them； and
that she somehow derived an impression that they looked at each other
fixedly。
'Do you happen to know； Mrs Clennam；' Affery's liege lord then demanded
in a much lower voice； and with an amount of expression that seemed
quite out of proportion to the simple purpose of his words； 'where she
lives？'
'No。'
'Would you……now； would you like to know？' said Jeremiah with a pounce as
if he had sprung upon her。
'If I cared to know； I should know already。 Could I not have asked her
any day？'
'Then you don't care to know？'
'I do not。'
Mr Flintwinch； having expelled a long significant breath said； with his
former emphasis； 'For I have accidentally……mind！……found out。'
'Wherever she lives；' said Mrs Clennam； speaking in one unmodulated hard
voice； and separating her words as distinctly as if she were reading
them off from separate bits of metal that she took up one by one； 'she
has made a secret of it； and she shall always keep her secret from me。'
'After all； perhaps you would rather not have known the fact； any how？'
said Jeremiah； and he said it with a twist； as if his words had e out
of him in his own wry shape。
'Flintwinch；' said his mistress and partner； flashing into a sudden
energy that made Affery start； 'why do you goad me？ Look round this
room。 If it is any pensation for my long confinement within these
narrow limits……not that I plain of being afflicted； you know I never
plain of that……if it is any pensation to me for long confinement
to this room； that while I am shut up from all pleasant change I am also
shut up from the knowledge of some things that I may prefer to avoid
knowing； why should you； of all men； grudge me that belief？'
'I don't grudge it to you；' returned Jeremiah。
'Then say no more。 Say no more。 Let Little Dorrit keep her secret from
me； and do you keep it from me also。 Let her e and go； unobserved and
unquestioned。 Let me suffer； and let me have what alleviation belongs to
my condition。 Is it so much； that you torment me like an evil spirit？'
'I asked you a question。 That's all。'
'I have answered it。 So； say no more。 Say no more。' Here the sound of
the wheeled chair was heard upon the floor； and Affery's bell rang with
a hasty jerk。
More afraid of her husband at the moment than of the mysterious sound in
the kitchen； Affery crept away as lightly and as quickly as she could；
descended the kitchen stairs almost as rapidly as she had ascended them；
resumed her seat before the fire； tucked up her skirt again； and finally
threw her apron over her head。 Then the bell rang once more； and then
once more； and then kept on ringing； in despite of which importunate
summons； Affery still sat behind her apron； recovering her breath。
At last Mr Flintwinch came shuffling down the staircase into the
hall； muttering and calling 'Affery woman！' all the way。 Affery still
remaining behind her apron； he came stumbling down the kitchen stairs；
candle in hand； sidled up to her； twitched her apron off； and roused
her。
'Oh Jeremiah！' cried Affery； waking。 'What a start you gave me！'
'What have you been doing； iah。 'You've been rung
for fifty times。'
'Oh Jeremiah；' said Mistress Affery； 'I have been a…dreaming！'
Reminded of her former achievement in that way； Mr Flintwinch held the
candle to her head； as if he had some idea of lighting her up for the
illumination of the kitchen。
'Don't you know it's her tea…time？' he demanded with a vicious grin； and
giving one of the legs of Mistress Affery's chair a kick。
'Jeremiah？ Tea…time？ I don't know what's e to me。 But I got such a
dreadful turn； Jeremiah； before I went……off a…dreaming； that I think it
must be that。'
'Yoogh！ Sleepy…Head！' said Mr Flintwinch； 'what are you talking about？'
'Such a strange noise； Jeremiah； and such a curious movement。 In the
kitchen here……just here。'
Jeremiah held up his light and looked at the blackened ceiling； held
down his light and looked at the damp stone floor； turned round with his
light and looked about at the spotted and blotched walls。
'Rats； cats； water； drains；' said Jeremiah。
Mistress Affery negatived each with a shake of her head。 'No； Jeremiah；
I have felt it before。 I have felt it up…stairs； and once on the
staircase as I was going from her room to ours in the night……a rustle
and a sort of trembling touch behind me。'
'Affery； my woman；' said Mr Flintwinch grimly； after advancing his nose
to that lady's lips as a test for the detection of spirituous liquors；
'if you don't get tea pretty quick； old woman； you'll bee sensible
of a rustle and a touch that'll send you flying to the other end of the
kitchen。'
This prediction stimulated Mrs Flintwinch to bestir herself； and to
hasten up…stairs to Mrs Clennam's chamber。 But； for all that； she now
began to entertain a settled conviction that there was something wrong
in the gloomy house。 Henceforth； she was never at peace in it after
daylight departed； and never went up or down stairs in the dark without
having her apron over her head； lest she should see something。
What with these ghostly apprehensions and her singular dreams； Mrs
Flintwinch fell that evening into a haunted state of mind； from which
it may be long before