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“May I ask the cause?”
“I don’t want dozens of people who are not at all worthy of
Ladybird, to come here looking after her,” said Miss Pross.
“Do dozens come for that purpose?”
“Hundreds,” said Miss Pross.
It was characteristic of this lady (as of some other people before
her time and since), that whenever her original proposition was
questioned, she exaggerated it.
“Dear me!” said Mr. Lorry, as the safest remark he could think
of.
“I have lived with the darling—or the darling has lived with me,
and paid me for it; which she certainly should never have done,
you may take your affidavit, if I could have afforded to keep either
myself or her for nothing—since she was ten years old. And it’s
really very hard,” said Miss Pross.
Not seeing with precision what was very hard, Mr. Lorry shook
his head; using that important part of himself as a sort of fairy
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cloak that would fit anything.
“All sorts of people who are not in the least degree worthy of
the pet, are always turning up,” said Miss Pross. “When you began
it—”
“I began it, Miss Pross?”
“Didn’t you? Who brought her father to life?”
“Oh! If that was beginning it—” said Mr. Lorry.
“It wasn’t ending it, I suppose? I say, when you began it, it was
hard enough; not that I have any fault to find with Doctor Manette,
except that he is not worthy of such a daughter, which is no
imputation on him, for it was not to be expected that anybody
should be, under any circumstances. But it really is doubly and
trebly hard to have crowds and multitudes of people turning up
after him (I could have forgiven him), to take Ladybird’s affections
away from me.”
Mr. Lorry knew Miss Pross to be very jealous, but he also knew
her by this time to be, beneath the surface of her eccentricity, one
of those unselfish creatures—found only among women—who will,
for pure love and admiration, bind themselves willing slaves, to
youth when they have lost it, to beauty that they never had, to
accomplishments that they were never fortunate enough to gain,
to bright hopes that never shone upon their own sombre lives. He
knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better
than the faithful service of the heart; so rendered and so free from
any mercenary taint, he had such an exalted respect for it, that in
the retributive arrangements made by his own mind—we all make
such arrangements, more or less—he stationed Miss Pross much
nearer to the lower Angels than many ladies immeasurably better
got up both by Nature and Art, who had balances at Tellson’s.
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“There never was, nor will be, but one man worthy of
Ladybird,” said Miss Pross; “and that was my brother Solomon, if
he hadn’t made a mistake in life.”
Here again: Mr. Lorry’s inquiries into Miss Pross’s personal
history had established the fact that her brother Solomon was a
heartless scoundrel who had stripped her of everything she
possessed, as a stake to speculate with, and had abandoned her in
her poverty for evermore, with no touch of compunction. Miss
Pross’s fidelity of belief in Solomon (deducting a mere trifle for
this slight mistake) was quite a serious matter with Mr. Lorry, and
had its weight in his good opinion of her.
“As we happen to be alone for the moment, and are both people
of business,” he said, when they had got back to the drawing-room
and had sat down there in friendly relations, “let me ask you—
does the Doctor, in talking with Lucie, never refer to the
shoemaking time, yet?”
“Never.”
“And yet keeps that bench and those tools beside him?”
“Ah!” returned Miss Pross, shaking her head. “But I don’t say
he don’t refer to it within himself.”
“Do you believe that he thinks of it much?”
“I d
