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Chapter 18. A Castle in the Air

           Thustheyparted;MrDorritenteringhiscarriagewithaswellingbreast,notatallsorrythathisCourier,whohadcometotakeleaveinthelowerregions,shouldhaveanopportunityofbeholdingthegrandeurofhisdeparture.

           TheaforesaidgrandeurwasyetfulluponMrDorritwhenhealightedathishotel.HelpedoutbytheCourierandsomehalf-dozenofthehotelservants,hewaspassingthroughthehallwithaserenemagnificence,whenlo!asightpresenteditselfthatstruckhimdumbandmotionless.JohnChivery,inhisbestclothes,withhistallhatunderhisarm,hisivory-handledcanegenteellyembarrassinghisdeportment,andabundleofcigarsinhishand!

           ‘Now,youngman,’saidtheporter.‘Thisisthegentleman.Thisyoungmanhaspersistedinwaiting,sir,sayingyouwouldbegladtoseehim.’

           MrDorritglaredontheyoungman,choked,andsaid,inthemildestoftones,‘Ah!YoungJohn!ItisYoungJohn,Ithink;isitnot?’

           ‘Yes,sir,’returnedYoungJohn.

           ‘I—ha—thoughtitwasYoungJohn!’saidMrDorrit.‘Theyoungmanmaycomeup,’turningtotheattendants,ashepassedon:‘ohyes,hemaycomeup.LetYoungJohnfollow.Iwillspeaktohimabove.’

           YoungJohnfollowed,smilingandmuchgratified.MrDorrit’sroomswerereached.Candleswerelighted.Theattendantswithdrew.

           ‘Now,sir,’saidMrDorrit,turningrounduponhimandseizinghimbythecollarwhentheyweresafelyalone.

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