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Father　himself　had　wept；　in　the　shades　of　that　yard；　as　his　own
poor　wife　had　wept。　But　it　was　many　years　ago；　and　now　he　was　like
a　passenger　aboard　ship　in　a　long　voyage；　who　has　recovered　from
sea…sickness；　and　is　impatient　of　that　weakness　in　the　fresher
passengers　taken　aboard　at　the　last　port。　He　was　inclined　to
remonstrate；　and　to　express　his　opinion　that　people　who　couldn't　get　on
without　crying；　had　no　business　there。　In　manner；　if　not　in　words；　he
always　testified　his　displeasure　at　these　interruptions　of　the　general
harmony；　and　it　was　so　well　understood；　that　delinquents　usually
withdrew　if　they　were　aware　of　him。

On　this　Sunday　evening；　he　acpanied　his　brother　to　the　gate　with　an
air　of　endurance　and　clemency；　being　in　a　bland　temper　and　graciously
disposed　to　overlook　the　tears。　In　the　flaring　gaslight　of　the　Lodge；
several　Collegians　were　basking；　some　taking　leave　of　visitors；　and
some　who　had　no　visitors；　watching　the　frequent　turning　of　the　key；　and
conversing　with　one　another　and　with　Mr　Chivery。　The　paternal　entrance
made　a　sensation　of　course；　and　Mr　Chivery；　touching　his　hat　（in　a　short
manner　though）　with　his　key；　hoped　he　found　himself　tolerable。

'Thank　you；　Chivery；　quite　well。　And　you？'

Mr　Chivery　said　in　a　low　growl；　'Oh！　he　was　all　right。'　Which　was　his
general　way　of　acknowledging　inquiries　after　his　health　when　a　little
sullen。

'I　had　a　visit　from　Young　John　to…day；　Chivery。　And　very　smart　he
looked；　I　assure　you。'

So　Mr　Chivery　had　heard。　Mr　Chivery　must　confess；　however；　that　his　wish
was　that　the　boy　didn't　lay　out　so　much　money　upon　it。　For　what　did　it
bring　him　in？　It　only　brought　him　in　wexation。　And　he　could　get　that
anywhere　for　nothing。

'How　vexation；　Chivery？'　asked　the　benignant　father。

'No　odds；'　returned　Mr　Chivery。　'Never　mind。　Mr　Frederick　going　out？'

'Yes；　Chivery；　my　brother　is　going　home　to　bed。　He　is　tired；　and
not　quite　well。　Take　care；　Frederick；　take　care。　Good　night；　my　dear
Frederick！'

Shaking　hands　with　his　brother；　and　touching　his　greasy　hat　to　the
pany　in　the　Lodge；　Frederick　slowly　shuffled　out　of　the　door　which
Mr　Chivery　unlocked　for　him。　The　Father　of　the　Marshalsea　showed　the
amiable　solicitude　of　a　superior　being　that　he　should　e　to　no　harm。

'Be　so　kind　as　to　keep　the　door　open　a　moment；　Chivery；　that　I　may　see
him　go　along　the　passage　and　down　the　steps。　Take　care；　Frederick！　（He
is　very　infirm。）　Mind　the　steps！　（He　is　so　very　absent。）　Be　careful
how　you　cross；　Frederick。　（I　really　don't　like　the　notion　of　his　going
wandering　at　large；　he　is　so　extremely　liable　to　be　run　over。）'

With　these　words；　and　with　a　face　expressive　of　many　uneasy　doubts　and
much　anxious　guardianship；　he　turned　his　regards　upon　the　assembled
pany　in　the　Lodge：　so　plainly　indicating　that　his　brother　was　to　be
pitied　for　not　being　under　lock　and　key；　that　an　opinion　to　that　effect
went　round　among　the　Collegians　assembled。

But　he　did　not　receive　it　with　unqualified　assent；　on　the　contrary；　he
said；　No；　gentlemen；　no；　let　them　not　misunderstand　him。　His　brother
Frederick　was　much　broken；　no　doubt；　and　it　might　be　more　fortable　to
himself　（the　Father　of　the　Marshalsea）　to　know　that　he　was　safe　within
the　walls。　Still；　it　must　be　remembered　that　to　support　an　existence
there　during　many　years；　required　a　certain　bination　of　qualities……he
did　not　say　high　qualities；　but　qualities……moral　qualities。　Now；　had　his
brother　Frederick　that　peculiar　union　of　qualities？　Gentlemen；　he　was　a
most　excellent　man；　a　most　gentle；　tender；　and　estimable　man；　with　the
simplicity　of　a　child；　but　would　he；　though　unsuited　for　most　other
places；　do　for　that　place？　No；　he　said　confidently；　no！　And；　he　said；
Heaven　forbid　that　Frederick　should　be　there　in　any　other　character
than　in　his　present　voluntary　character！　Gentlemen；　whoever　came　to
that　College；　to　remain　there　a　length　of　time；　must　have　strength　of
character　to　go　through　a　good　deal　and　to　e　out　of　a　good　deal。　Was
his　beloved　brother　Frederick　that　man？　No。　They　saw　him；　even　as　it
was；　crushed。　Misfortune　crushed　him。　He　had　not　power　of　recoil　enough；
not　elasticity　enough；　to　be　a　long　time　in　such　a　place；　and　yet
preserve　his　self…respect　and　feel　conscious　that　he　was　a　gentleman。
Frederick　had　not　（if　he　might　use　the　expression）　Power　enough　to　see
in　any　delicate　little　attentions　and……and……Testimonials　that　he　might
under　such　circumstances　receive；　the　goodness　of　human　nature；　the　fine
spirit　animating　the　Collegians　as　a　munity；　and　at　the　same　time
no　degradation　to　himself；　and　no　depreciation　of　his　claims　as　a
gentleman。　Gentlemen；　God　bless　you！

Such　was　the　homily　with　which　he　improved　and　pointed　the　occasion　to
the　pany　in　the　Lodge　before　turning　into　the　sallow　yard　again；
and　going　with　his　own　poor　shabby　dignity　past　the　Collegian　in　the
dressing…gown　who　had　no　coat；　and　past　the　Collegian　in　the　sea…side
slippers　who　had　no　shoes；　and　past　the　stout　greengrocer　Collegian　in
the　corduroy　knee…breeches　who　had　no　cares；　and　past　the　lean　clerk
Collegian　in　buttonless　black　who　had　no　hopes；　up　his　own　poor　shabby
staircase　to　his　own　poor　shabby　room。

There；　the　table　was　laid　for　his　supper；　and　his　old　grey　gown　was
ready　for　him　on　his　chair…back　at　the　fire。　His　daughter　put　her
little　prayer…book　in　her　pocket……had　she　been　praying　for　pity　on　all
prisoners　and　captives！……and　rose　to　wele　him。

Uncle　had　gone　home；　then？　she　asked　@　as　she　changed　his　coat　and
gave　him　his　black　velvet　cap。　Yes；　uncle　had　gone　home。　Had　her　father
enjoyed　his　walk？　Why；　not　much；　Amy；　not　much。　No！　Did　he　not　feel
quite　well？

As　she　stood　behind　him；　leaning　over　his　chair　so　lovingly；　he　looked
with　downcast　eyes　at　the　fire。　An　uneasiness　stole　over　him　that　was
like　a　touch　of　shame；　and　when　he　spoke；　as　he　presently　did；　it　was　in
an　unconnected　and　embarrassed　manner。

'Something；　I……hem！……I　don't　know　what；　has　gone　wrong　with　Chivery。
He　is　not……ha！……not　nearly　so　obliging　and　attentive　as　usual　to…night。
It……hem！……it's　a　little　thing；　but　it　puts　me　out；　my　love。　It's
impossible　to　forget；'　turning　his　hands　over　and　over　and　looking
closely　at　them；　'that……hem！……that　in　such　a　life　as　mine；　I　am
unfortunately　dependent　on　these　men　for　something　every　hour　in　the
day。'

Her　arm　was　on　his　shoulder；　but　she　did　not　look　in　his　face　while　he
spoke。　Bending　her　head　she　looked　another　way。

'I……hem！……I　can't　think；　Amy；　what　has　given　Chivery　offence。　He　is
generally　so……so　very　attentive　and　respectful。　And　to…night　he　was
quite……quite　short　with　me。　Other　people　there　too！　Why；　good　Heaven！
if　I　was　to　lose　the　support　and　recognition　of　Chivery　and　his　brother
officers；　I　might　starve　to　death　here。'　While　he　spoke；　he　was　opening
and　shutting　his　hands　like　valves；　so　conscious　all　the　time　of　that
touch　of　shame；　that　he　shrunk　before　his　own　knowledge　of　his　meaning。

'I……ha！……I　can't　think　what　it's　owing　to。　I　am　sure　I　cannot　imagine
what　the　cause　of　it　is。　There　was　a　certain　Jackson　here　once；　a
turnkey　of　the　name　of　Jackson　（I　don't　think　you　can　remember　him；
my　dear；　you　were　very　young）；　and……hem！……and　he　had　a……brother；　and
this……young　brother　paid　his　addresses　to……at　least；　did　not　go　so　far
as　to　pay　his　addresses　to……but　admired……respectfully　admired……the……not
daughter；　the　sister……of　one　of　us；　a　rather　distinguished　Collegian；　I
may　say；　very　much　so。　His　name　was　Captain　Martin；　and　he
consulted　me　on　the　question　whether　It　was　necessary　that　his
daughter……sister……should　hazard　offending　the　turnkey　brother　by
being　too……ha！……too　plain　with　the　other　brother。　Captain　Martin　was
a　gentleman　and　a　man　of　honour；　and　I　put　it　to　him　first　to　give　me
his……his　own　opinion。　Captain　Martin　（highly　respected　in　the　army）　then
unhesitatingly　said　that　it　appeared　to　him　that　his……hem！……sister　was
not　called　upon　to　understand　the　young　man　too　distinctly；　and　that
she　might　lead　him　on……I　am　doubtful　whether　〃lead　him　on〃　was　Captain
Martin's　exact　expression：　indeed　I　think　he　said　tolerate　him……on　her
father's……I　should　say；　brother's……account。　I　hardly　know　how　I