urbane firmness； that he must not be contradicted again）； 'I took the
liberty of requesting this interview； in order that I might mention the
topic to you； and inquire how you would advise me？'
'Mr Dorrit；' returned Mrs General； 'I have conversed with Amy several
times since we have been residing here； on the general subject of the
formation of a demeanour。 She has expressed herself to me as wondering
exceedingly at Venice。 I have mentioned to her that it is better not to
wonder。 I have pointed out to her that the celebrated Mr Eustace； the
classical tourist； did not think much of it； and that he pared the
Rialto； greatly to its disadvantage； with Westminster and Blackfriars
Bridges。 I need not add； after what you have said； that I have not yet
found my arguments successful。 You do me the honour to ask me what to
advise。 It always appears to me （if this should prove to be a baseless
assumption； I shall be pardoned）； that Mr Dorrit has been accustomed to
exercise influence over the minds of others。'
'Hum……madam；' said Mr Dorrit； 'I have been at the head of……ha of
a considerable munity。 You are right in supposing that I am not
unaccustomed to……an influential position。'
'I am happy；' returned Mrs General； 'to be so corroborated。 I would
therefore the more confidently remend that Mr Dorrit should speak to
Amy himself； and make his observations and wishes known to her。 Being
his favourite； besides； and no doubt attached to him； she is all the
more likely to yield to his influence。'
'I had anticipated your suggestion； madam；' said Mr Dorrit；
'but……ha……was not sure that I might……hum……not encroach on……'
'On my province； Mr Dorrit？' said Mrs General； graciously。 'Do not
mention it。'
'Then； with your leave； madam；' resumed Mr Dorrit； ringing his little
bell to summon his valet； 'I will send for her at once。'
'Does Mr Dorrit wish me to remain？'
'Perhaps； if you have no other engagement； you would not object for a
minute or two……'
'Not at all。'
So； Tinkler the valet was instructed to find Miss Amy's maid； and to
request that subordinate to inform Miss Amy that Mr Dorrit wished to
see her in his own room。 In delivering this charge to Tinkler； Mr Dorrit
looked severely at him； and also kept a jealous eye upon him until he
went out at the door； mistrusting that he might have something in his
mind prejudicial to the family dignity； that he might have even got wind
of some Collegiate joke before he came into the service； and might be
derisively reviving its remembrance at the present moment。 If Tinkler
had happened to smile； however faintly and innocently； nothing would
have persuaded Mr Dorrit； to the hour of his death； but that this was
the case。 As Tinkler happened； however； very fortunately for himself； to
be of a serious and posed countenance； he escaped the secret danger
that threatened him。 And as on his return……when Mr Dorrit eyed him
again……he announced Miss Amy as if she had e to a funeral； he left a
vague impression on Mr Dorrit's mind that he was a well…conducted young
fellow； who had been brought up in the study of his Catechism by a
widowed mother。
'Amy；' said Mr Dorrit； 'you have just now been the subject of some
conversation between myself and Mrs General。 We agree that you scarcely
seem at home here。 Ha……how is this？'
A pause。
'I think； father； I require a little time。'
'Papa is a preferable mode of address；' observed Mrs General。 'Father is
rather vulgar； my dear。 The word Papa； besides； gives a pretty form to
the lips。 Papa； potatoes； poultry； prunes； and prism are all very
good words for the lips： especially prunes and prism。 You will find it
serviceable； in the formation of a demeanour； if you sometimes say to
yourself in pany……on entering a room； for instance……Papa； potatoes；
poultry； prunes and prism； prunes and prism。'
'Pray； my child；' said Mr Dorrit； 'attend to the……hum……precepts of Mrs
General。'
Poor Little Dorrit； with a rather forlorn glance at that eminent
varnisher； promised to try。
'You say； Amy；' pursued Mr Dorrit； 'that you think you require time。
Time for what？'
Another pause。
'To bee accustomed to the novelty of my life； was all I meant；' said
Little Dorrit； with her loving eyes upon her father； whom she had very
nearly addressed as poultry； if not prunes and prism too； in her desire
to submit herself to Mrs General and please him。
Mr Dorrit frowned； and looked anything but pleased。 'Amy；' he returned；
'it appears to me； I must say； that you have had abundance of time for
that。 Ha……you surprise me。 You disappoint me。 Fanny has conquered any
such little difficulties； and……hum……why not you？'
'I hope I shall do better soon；' said Little Dorrit。
'I hope so；' returned her father。 'I……ha……I most devoutly hope so； Amy。
I sent for you； in order that I might say……hum……impressively say； in
the presence of Mrs General； to whom we are all so much indebted
for obligingly being present among us； on……ha……on this or any other
occasion；' Mrs General shut her eyes； 'that I……ha hum……am not pleased
with you。 You make Mrs General's a thankless task。 You……ha……embarrass
me very much。 You have always （as I have informed Mrs General） been my
favourite child； I have always made you a……hum……a friend and panion；
in return； I beg……I……ha……I do beg； that you acmodate yourself
better to……hum……circumstances； and dutifully do what bees your……your
station。'
Mr Dorrit was even a little more fragmentary than usual； being excited
on the subject and anxious to make himself particularly emphatic。
'I do beg；' he repeated； 'that this may be attended to； and that you
will seriously take pains and try to conduct yourself in a manner both
being your position as……ha……Miss Amy Dorrit； and satisfactory to
myself and Mrs General。'
That lady shut her eyes again； on being again referred to； then； slowly
opening them and rising； added these words： 'If Miss Amy Dorrit will
direct her own attention to； and will accept of my poor assistance in；
the formation of a surface； Mr。 Dorrit will have no further cause of
anxiety。 May I take this opportunity of remarking； as an instance
in point； that it is scarcely delicate to look at vagrants with the
attention which I have seen bestowed upon them by a very dear young
friend of mine？ They should not be looked at。 Nothing disagreeable
should ever be looked at。 Apart from such a habit standing in the way
of that graceful equanimity of surface which is so expressive of good
breeding； it hardly seems patible with refinement of mind。 A truly
refined mind will seem to be ignorant of the existence of anything that
is not perfectly proper； placid； and pleasant。' Having delivered this
exalted sentiment； Mrs General made a sweeping obeisance； and retired
with an expression of mouth indicative of Prunes and Prism。
Little Dorrit； whether speaking or silent； had preserved her quiet
earnestness and her loving look。 It had not been clouded； except for a
passing moment； until now。 But now that she was left alone with him
the fingers of her lightly folded hands were agitated； and there was
repressed emotion in her face。
Not for herself。 She might feel a little wounded； but her care was not
for herself。 Her thoughts still turned； as they always had turned； to
him。 A faint misgiving； which had hung about her since their accession
to fortune； that even now she could never see him as he used to be
before the prison days； had gradually begun to assume form in her mind。
She felt that； in what he had just now said to her and in his whole
bearing towards her； there was the well…known shadow of the Marshalsea
wall。 It took a new shape； but it was the old sad shadow。 She began
with sorrowful unwillingness to acknowledge to herself that she was
not strong enough to keep off the fear that no space in the life of man
could overe that quarter of a century behind the prison bars。 She had
no blame to bestow upon him； therefore： nothing to reproach him with；
no emotions in her faithful heart but great passion and unbounded
tenderness。
This is why it was； that； even as he sat before her on his sofa； in the
brilliant light of a bright Italian day； the wonderful city without and
the splendours of an old palace within； she saw him at the moment in the
long…familiar gloom of his Marshalsea lodging； and wished to take her
seat beside him； and fort him； and be again full of confidence with
him； and of usefulness to him。 If he divined what was in her thoughts；
his own were not in tune with it。
After some uneasy moving in his seat； he got up and walked about；
looking very much dissatisfied。
'Is there anything else you wish to say to me； dear father？'
'No； no。 Nothing else。'
'I am sorry you have not been pleased with me； dear。 I hope you will not
think of me with displeasure now。 I am going to try； more than ever； to
adapt myself as you wish to what surrounds me……for indeed I have tried
all along； though I have failed； I know。'
'Amy；' he returned； turning short upon her。 'You……ha……habitually hurt
me。'
'Hurt you； father！ I！'
'There is a……hum……a topic；' said Mr Dorrit； looking all about the
ceiling of the room； and never at the attentive； unplainingly shocked
face； 'a painful topic； a series of events which I wish……ha……altogether
to obliterate。 This is understood by your sister； who has already
remonstrated with you in my presence； it is understood by your brother；
it is understood by……ha hum……by every one of delicacy and sensitiveness
except yourself……ha……I am sorry to say； except yourself。 You；
Amy……hum……you alone and only you……constantly revive the topic； though
not in words。'
She laid her hand on his arm。 She did nothing more。 She gently touched
him。 The trembling hand may have said； with some expression； 'Think of
me； think how I have worked； think of my many cares！' But she said not a
syllable herself。
There was a reproach in the touch so addressed to him that she had
not foreseen； or she would have withheld her hand。 He began to justify
himself in a heated； stumbling； angry manner； which made nothing of it。
'I was there all those years。 I was……ha……universally acknowledged as
the head of the place。 I……hum……I caused you to be respected there； Amy。
I……ha hum……I gave my family a position there。 I deserve a return。 I
claim a return。 I say； sweep it off the face of the earth and begin
afresh。 Is that much？ I ask； is that much？' He did not once look at her；
as he rambled on in this way； but gesticulated at； and appealed to； the
empty air。
'I have suffered。 Probably I know how much I have suffered better than
any one……ha……I say than any one！ If I can put that aside； if I can
eradicate the marks of what I have endured； and can emerge before the
world……a……ha……gentleman unspoiled； unspotted……is it a great deal to
expect……I say again； is it a great deal to expect……that my children
should……hum……do the same and sweep that accursed experience off the face
of the earth？'
In spite of his flustered state； he made all these exclamations in a
carefully suppressed voice； lest the valet should overhear anything。
'Accordingly； they do it。 Your sister does it。 Your brother does it。 You
alone； my favourite child； whom I made the friend and panio