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soft little voice； 'Oh； Mr John！ Is it you？' But she felt what it had
been； as he felt what it had been； and they stood looking at one another
equally confused。
'Miss Amy； I am afraid I disturbed you by speaking to you。'
'Yes； rather。 I……I came here to be alone； and I thought I was。'
'Miss Amy； I took the liberty of walking this way； because Mr Dorrit
chanced to mention； when I called upon him just now； that you……'
She caused him more dismay than before by suddenly murmuring； 'O father；
father！' in a heartrending tone； and turning her face away。
'Miss Amy； I hope I don't give you any uneasiness by naming Mr Dorrit。
I assure you I found him very well and in the best of Spirits； and he
showed me even more than his usual kindness； being so very kind as to
say that I was not a stranger there； and in all ways gratifying me very
much。'
To the inexpressible consternation of her lover； Little Dorrit； with her
hands to her averted face； and rocking herself where she stood as if she
were in pain； murmured； 'O father； how can you！ O dear； dear father； how
can you； can you； do it！'
The poor fellow stood gazing at her； overflowing with sympathy； but not
knowing what to make of this； until； having taken out her handkerchief
and put it to her still averted face； she hurried away。 At first he
remained stock still； then hurried after her。
'Miss Amy； pray！ Will you have the goodness to stop a moment？ Miss Amy；
if it es to that； let ME go。 I shall go out of my senses； if I have
to think that I have driven you away like this。'
His trembling voice and unfeigned earnestness brought Little Dorrit to
a stop。 'Oh； I don't know what to do；' she cried； 'I don't know what to
do！'
To Young John； who had never seen her bereft of her quiet self…mand；
who had seen her from her infancy ever so reliable and self…suppressed；
there was a shock in her distress； and in having to associate himself
with it as its cause； that shook him from his great hat to the
pavement。 He felt it necessary to explain himself。 He might be
misunderstood……supposed to mean something； or to have done something；
that had never entered into his imagination。 He begged her to hear him
explain himself； as the greatest favour she could show him。
'Miss Amy； I know very well that your family is far above mine。 It were
vain to conceal it。 There never was a Chivery a gentleman that ever
I heard of； and I will not mit the meanness of making a false
representation on a subject so momentous。 Miss Amy； I know very well
that your high…souled brother； and likewise your spirited sister； spurn
me from a height。 What I have to do is to respect them； to wish to be
admitted to their friendship； to look up at the eminence on which they
are placed from my lowlier station……for； whether viewed as tobacco or
viewed as the lock； I well know it is lowly……and ever wish them well and
happy。'
There really was a genuineness in the poor fellow； and a contrast
between the hardness of his hat and the softness of his heart （albeit；
perhaps； of his head； too）； that was moving。 Little Dorrit entreated him
to disparage neither himself nor his station； and； above all things； to
divest himself of any idea that she supposed hers to be superior。 This
gave him a little fort。
'Miss Amy；' he then stammered； 'I have had for a long time……ages they
seem to me……Revolving ages……a heart…cherished wish to say something to
you。 May I say it？'
Little Dorrit involuntarily started from his side again； with the
faintest shadow of her former look； conquering that； she went on at
great speed half across the Bridge without replying！
'May I……Miss Amy； I but ask the question humbly……may I say it？ I have
been so unlucky already in giving you pain without having any such
intentions； before the holy Heavens！ that there is no fear of my saying
it unless I have your leave。 I can be miserable alone； I can be cut up
by myself； why should I also make miserable and cut up one that I would
fling myself off that parapet to give half a moment's joy to！ Not that
that's much to do； for I'd do it for twopence。'
The mournfulness of his spirits； and the gorgeousness of his appearance；
might have made him ridiculous； but that his delicacy made him
respectable。 Little Dorrit learnt from it what to do。
'If you please； John Chivery；' she returned； trembling； but in a quiet
way； 'since you are so considerate as to ask me whether you shall say
any more……if you please； no。'
'Never； Miss Amy？'
'No； if you please。 Never。'
'O Lord！' gasped Young John。
'But perhaps you will let me； instead； say something to you。 I want
to say it earnestly； and with as plain a meaning as it is possible to
express。 When you think of us； John……I mean my brother； and sister；
and me……don't think of us as being any different from the rest； for；
whatever we once were （which I hardly know） we ceased to be long ago；
and never can be any more。 It will be much better for you； and much
better for others； if you will do that instead of what you are doing
now。'
Young John dolefully protested that he would try to bear it in mind； and
would be heartily glad to do anything she wished。
'As to me；' said Little Dorrit； 'think as little of me as you can； the
less； the better。 When you think of me at all； John； let it only be as
the child you have seen grow up in the prison with one set of duties
always occupying her； as a weak； retired； contented； unprotected girl。 I
particularly want you to remember； that when I e outside the gate； I
am unprotected and solitary。'
He would try to do anything she wished。 But why did Miss Amy so much
want him to remember that？
'Because；' returned Little Dorrit； 'I know I can then quite trust you
not to forget to…day； and not to say any more to me。 You are so generous
that I know I can trust to you for that； and I do and I always will。 I
am going to show you； at once； that I fully trust you。 I like this place
where we are speaking better than any place I know；' her slight colour
had faded； but her lover thought he saw it ing back just then； 'and I
may be often here。 I know it is only necessary for me to tell you so； to
be quite sure that you will never e here again in search of me。 And I
am……quite sure！'
She might rely upon it； said Young John。 He was a miserable wretch； but
her word was more than a law for him。
'And good…bye； John；' said Little Dorrit。 'And I hope you will have a
good wife one day； and be a happy man。 I am sure you will deserve to be
happy； and you will be； John。'
As she held out her hand to him with these words； the heart that was
under the waistcoat of sprigs……mere slop…work； if the truth must be
known……swelled to the size of the heart of a gentleman； and the poor
mon little fellow； having no room to hold it； burst into tears。
'Oh； don't cry；' said Little Dorrit piteously。 'Don't； don't！ Good…bye；
John。 God bless you！'
'Good…bye； Miss Amy。 Good…bye！'
And so he left her： first observing that she sat down on the corner of a
seat； and not only rested her little hand upon the rough wall； but laid
her face against it too； as if her head were heavy； and her mind were
sad。 It was an affecting illust