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Harassed by these thoughts, he now began to wish the marriage over,

Gowan and his young wife gone, and himself left to fulfil his promise,

and discharge the generous function he had accepted. This last week was,

in truth, an uneasy interval for the whole house. Before Pet, or before

Gowan, Mr Meagles was radiant; but Clennam had more than once found him

alone, with his view of the scales and scoop much blurred, and had often

seen him look after the lovers, in the garden or elsewhere when he was

not seen by them, with the old clouded face on which Gowan had fallen

like a shadow.

In the arrangement of the house for the great occasion,

many little reminders of the old travels of the father and mother

and daughter had to be disturbed and passed from hand to hand; and

sometimes, in the midst of these mute witnesses, to the life they had

had together, even Pet herself would yield to lamenting and weeping.

Mrs Meagles, the blithest and busiest of mothers, went about singing

and cheering everybody; but she, honest soul, had her flights into store

rooms, where she would cry until her eyes were red, and would then

come out, attributing that appearance to pickled onions and pepper, and

singing clearer than ever.

Mrs Tickit, finding no balsam for a wounded

mind in Buchan's Domestic Medicine, suffered greatly from low spirits,

and from moving recollections of Minnie's infancy. When the latter was

powerful with her, she usually sent up secret messages importing

that she was not in parlour condition as to her attire, and that she

solicited a sight of 'her child' in the kitchen; there, she would bless

her child's face, and bless her child's heart, and hug her child, in a

medley of tears and congratulations, chopping-boards, rolling-pins, and

pie-crust, with the tenderness of an old attached servant, which is a

very pretty tenderness indeed.

But all days come that are to be; and the marriage-day was to be, and it

came; and with it came all the Barnacles who were bidden to the feast.

There was Mr Tite Barnacle, from the Circumlocution Office, and Mews

Street, Grosvenor Square, with the expensive Mrs Tite Barnacle NEE

Stiltstalking, who made the Quarter Days so long in coming, and the

three expensive Miss Tite Barnacles, double-loaded with accomplishments

and ready to go off, and yet not going off with the sharpness of flash

and bang that might have been expected, but rather hanging fire.

There was Barnacle junior, also from the Circumlocution Office, leaving the

Tonnage of the country, which he was somehow supposed to take under

his protection, to look after itself, and, sooth to say, not at all

impairing the efficiency of its protection by leaving it alone. There

was the engaging Young Barnacle, deriving from the sprightly side of the

family, also from the Circumlocution Office, gaily and agreeably helping

the occasion along, and treating it, in his sparkling way, as one of the

official forms and fees of the Church Department of How not to do it.

There were three other Young Barnacles from three other offices, insipid

to all the senses, and terribly in want of seasoning, doing the marriage

as they would have 'done' the Nile, Old Rome, the new singer, or

Jerusalem.