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He was received at the door by Mistress Affery, who, under instructions

from her lord, had lighted up two candles in the hall and a third on the

staircase, and who conducted him to Mrs Clennam's room. Tea was prepared

there, and such little company arrangements had been made as usually

attended the reception of expected visitors. They were slight on the

greatest occasion, never extending beyond the production of the China

tea-service, and the covering of the bed with a sober and sad drapery.

For the rest, there was the bier-like sofa with the block upon it, and

the figure in the widow's dress, as if attired for execution; the fire

topped by the mound of damped ashes; the grate with its second little

mound of ashes; the kettle and the smell of black dye; all as they had

been for fifteen years.

Mr Flintwinch presented the gentleman commended to the consideration of

Clennam and Co. Mrs Clennam, who had the letter lying before her, bent

her head and requested him to sit. They looked very closely at one

another. That was but natural curiosity. 'I thank you, sir, for thinking

of a disabled woman like me. Few who come here on business have any

remembrance to bestow on one so removed from observation. It would be

idle to expect that they should have. Out of sight, out of mind. While I

am grateful for the exception, I don't complain of the rule.'

Mr Blandois, in his most gentlemanly manner, was afraid he had disturbed

her by unhappily presenting himself at such an unconscionable time. For

which he had already offered his best apologies to Mr--he begged

pardon--but by name had not the distinguished honour--'Mr Flintwinch

has been connected with the House many years.'

Mr Blandois was Mr Flintwinch's most obedient humble servant. He

entreated Mr Flintwinch to receive the assurance of his profoundest

consideration. 'My husband being dead,' said Mrs Clennam, 'and my son preferring

another pursuit, our old House has no other representative in these days

than Mr Flintwinch.' 'What do you call yourself?' was the surly demand of that gentleman.

'You have the head of two men.'

'My sex disqualifies me,' she proceeded with merely a slight turn of

her eyes in jeremiah's direction, 'from taking a responsible part in

the business, even if I had the ability; and therefore Mr Flintwinch

combines my interest with his own, and conducts it. It is not what it

used to be; but some of our old friends (principally the writers of this

letter) have the kindness not to forget us, and we retain the power

of doing what they entrust to us as efficiently as we ever did. This

however is not interesting to you. You are English, sir?'