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Her brother and sister were aware of it, and attained

a sort of station by making a peg of it on which to air the miserably

ragged old fiction of the family gentility. Her sister asserted the

family gentility by flouting the poor swain as he loitered about the

prison for glimpses of his dear. Tip asserted the family gentility, and

his own, by coming out in the character of the aristocratic brother, and

loftily swaggering in the little skittle ground respecting seizures by

the scruff of the neck, which there were looming probabilities of some

gentleman unknown executing on some little puppy not mentioned. These

were not the only members of the Dorrit family who turned it to account.

No, no. The Father of the Marshalsea was supposed to know nothing about

the matter, of course: his poor dignity could not see so low.

But he took the cigars, on Sundays, and was glad to get them; and

sometimes even condescended to walk up and down the yard with the donor

(who was proud and hopeful then), and benignantly to smoke one in

his society. With no less readiness and condescension did he receive

attentions from Chivery Senior, who always relinquished his arm-chair

and newspaper to him, when he came into the Lodge during one of his

spells of duty; and who had even mentioned to him, that, if he would

like at any time after dusk quietly to step out into the fore-court and

take a look at the street, there was not much to prevent him. If he did

not avail himself of this latter civility, it was only because he had

lost the relish for it; inasmuch as he took everything else he could

get, and would say at times, 'Extremely civil person, Chivery; very

attentive man and very respectful. Young Chivery, too; really almost

with a delicate perception of one's position here. A very well conducted

family indeed, the Chiveries. Their behaviour gratifies me.'

The devoted Young John all this time regarded the family with reverence.

He never dreamed of disputing their pretensions, but did homage to the

miserable Mumbo jumbo they paraded. As to resenting any affront from her

brother, he would have felt, even if he had not naturally been of a most

pacific disposition, that to wag his tongue or lift his hand against

that sacred gentleman would be an unhallowed act. He was sorry that

his noble mind should take offence; still, he felt the fact to be not

incompatible with its nobility, and sought to propitiate and conciliate

that gallant soul.

Her father, a gentleman in misfortune--a gentleman of

a fine spirit and courtly manners, who always bore with him--he deeply

honoured. Her sister he considered somewhat vain and proud, but a young

lady of infinite accomplishments, who could not forget the past. It was

an instinctive testimony to Little Dorrit's worth and difference from

all the rest, that the poor young fellow honoured and loved her for

being simply what she was.