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retreat to her room (which she might easily have done before he had
fastened the door); but stood there staring。 Consequently when he came
up the staircase to bed; candle in hand; he came full upon her。 He
looked astonished; but said not a word。 He kept his eyes upon her; and
kept advancing; and she; pletely under his influence; kept retiring
before him。 Thus; she walking backward and he walking forward; they
came into their own room。 They were no sooner shut in there; than Mr
Flintwinch took her by the throat; and shook her until she was black in
the face。

'Why; Affery; woman……Affery!' said Mr Flintwinch。 'What have you been
dreaming of? Wake up; wake up! What's the matter?'

'The……the matter; Jeremiah?' gasped Mrs Flintwinch; rolling her eyes。

'Why; Affery; woman……Affery! You have been getting out of bed in your
sleep; my dear! I e up; after having fallen asleep myself; below; and
find you in your wrapper here; with the nightmare。 Affery; woman;' said
Mr Flintwinch; with a friendly grin on his expressive countenance; 'if
you ever have a dream of this sort again; it'll be a sign of your being
in want of physic。 And I'll give you such a dose; old woman……such a
dose!'

Mrs Flintwinch thanked him and crept into bed。




CHAPTER 5。 Family Affairs


As the city clocks struck nine on Monday morning; Mrs Clennam was
wheeled by Jeremiah Flintwinch of the cut…down aspect to her tall
cabi。 When she had unlocked and opened it; and had settled herself
at its desk; Jeremiah withdrew……as it might be; to hang himself more
effectually……and her son appeared。

'Are you any better this morning; mother?'

She shook her head; with the same austere air of luxuriousness that she
had shown over…night when speaking of the weather。

'I shall never be better any more。 It is well for me; Arthur; that I
know it and can bear it。'

Sitting with her hands laid separately upon the desk; and the tall
cabi towering before her; she looked as if she were performing on a
dumb church organ。 Her son thought so (it was an old thought with him);
while he took his seat beside it。

She opened a drawer or two; looked over some business papers; and put
them back again。 Her severe face had no thread of relaxation in it; by
which any explorer could have been guided to the gloomy labyrinth of her
thoughts。

'Shall I speak of our affairs; mother? Are you inclined to enter upon
business?'

'Am I inclined; Arthur? Rather; are you? Your father has been dead a
year and more。 I have been at your disposal; and waiting your pleasure;
ever since。'

'There was much to arrange before I could leave; and when I did leave; I
travelled a little for rest and relief。'

She turned her face towards him; as not having heard or understood his
last words。 'For rest and relief。'

She glanced round the sombre room; and appeared from the motion of her
lips to repeat the words to herself; as calling it to witness how little
of either it afforded her。

'Besides; mother; you being sole executrix; and having the direction and
management of the estate; there remained little business; or I might say
none; that I could transact; until you had had time to arrange matters
to your satisfaction。'

'The accounts are made out;' she returned。 'I have them here。 The
vouchers have all been examined and passed。 You can inspect them when
you like; Arthur; now; if you please。'

'It is quite enough; mother; to know that the business is pleted。
Shall I proceed then?'

'Why not?' she said; in her frozen way。

'Mother; our House has done less and less for some years past; and our
dealings have been progressively on the decline。 We have never shown
much confidence; or invited much; we have attached no people to us; the
track we have kept is not the track of the time; and we have been
left far behind。 I need not dwell on this to you; mother。 You know it
necessarily。'

'I know what you mean;' she answered; in a qualified tone。 'Even this
old house in which we speak;' pursued her son; 'is an instance of what I
say。 In my father's earlier time; and in his uncle's time before him;
it was a place of business……really a place of business; and business
resort。 Now; it is a mere anomaly and incongruity here; out of date and
out of purpose。 All our consignments have long been made to Rovinghams'
the mission…merchants; and although; as a check upon them; and in
the stewardship of my father's resources; your judgment and watchfulness
have been actively exerted; still those qualities would have influenced
my father's fortunes equally; if you had lived in any private dwelling:
would they not?'

'Do you consider;' she returned; without answering his question; 'that
a house serves no purpose; Arthur; in sheltering your infirm and
afflicted……justly infirm and righteously afflicted……mother?'

'I was speaking only of business purposes。'

'With what object?'

'I am ing to it。'

'I foresee;' she returned; fixing her eyes upon him; 'what it is。
But the Lord forbid that I should repine under any visitation。 In my
sinfulness I merit bitter disappointment; and I accept it。'

'Mother; I grieve to hear you speak like this; though I have had my
apprehensions that you would……'

'You knew I would。 You knew ME;' she interrupted。

Her son paused for a moment。 He had struck fire out of her; and was
surprised。

'Well!' she said; relapsing into stone。 'Go on。 Let me hear。'

'You have anticipated; mother; that I decide for my part; to abandon
the business。 I have done with it。 I will not take upon myself to advise
you; you will continue it; I see。 If I had any influence with you; I
would simply use it to soften your judgment of me in causing you this
disappointment: to represent to you that I have lived the half of a long
term of life; and have never before set my own will against yours。 I
cannot say that I have been able to conform myself; in heart and spirit;
to your rules; I cannot say that I believe my forty years have been
profitable or pleasant to myself; or any one; but I have habitually
submitted; and I only ask you to remember it。'

Woe to the suppliant; if such a one there were or ever had been; who had
any 
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