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'But if we talk of not having changed,' said Flora, who, whatever

she said, never once came to a full stop, 'look at Papa, is not Papa

precisely what he was when you went away, isn't it cruel and unnatural

of Papa to be such a reproach to his own child, if we go on in this way

much longer people who don't know us will begin to suppose that I am

Papa's Mama!' That must be a long time hence, Arthur considered.

'Oh Mr Clennam you insincerest of creatures,' said Flora, 'I perceive

already you have not lost your old way of paying compliments, your old

way when you used to pretend to be so sentimentally struck you know--at

least I don't mean that, I--oh I don't know what I mean!' Here Flora

tittered confusedly, and gave him one of her old glances.

The Patriarch, as if he now began to perceive that his part in the piece

was to get off the stage as soon as might be, rose, and went to the door

by which Pancks had worked out, hailing that Tug by name. He received

an answer from some little Dock beyond, and was towed out of sight

directly.

'You mustn't think of going yet,' said Flora--Arthur had looked at his

hat, being in a ludicrous dismay, and not knowing what to do: 'you could

never be so unkind as to think of going, Arthur--I mean Mr Arthur--or I

suppose Mr Clennam would be far more proper--but I am sure I don't know

what I am saying--without a word about the dear old days gone for ever,

when I come to think of it I dare say it would be much better not to

speak of them and it's highly probable that you have some much more

agreeable engagement and pray let Me be the last person in the world

to interfere with it though there was a time, but I am running into

nonsense again.' Was it possible that Flora could have been such a chatterer in the

days she referred to?

Could there have been anything like her present

disjointed volubility in the fascinations that had captivated him?

'Indeed I have little doubt,' said Flora, running on with astonishing

speed, and pointing her conversation with nothing but commas, and very

few of them, 'that you are married to some Chinese lady, being in China

so long and being in business and naturally desirous to settle and

extend your connection nothing was more likely than that you should

propose to a Chinese lady and nothing was more natural I am sure than

that the Chinese lady should accept you and think herself very well off

too, I only hope she's not a Pagodian dissenter.'