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well to leave that alone now； for I couldn't undertake to say after all；
but it doesn't signify lie down a little！'
'I have always been strong enough to do what I want to do； and I shall
be quite well directly；' returned Little Dorrit； with a faint smile。
'You have overpowered me with gratitude； that's all。 If I keep near the
window for a moment I shall be quite myself。'
Flora opened a window； sat her in a chair by it； and considerately
retired to her former place。 It was a windy day； and the air stirring
on Little Dorrit's face soon brightened it。 In a very few minutes she
returned to her basket of work； and her nimble fingers were as nimble as
ever。
Quietly pursuing her task； she asked Flora if Mr Clennam had told her
where she lived？ When Flora replied in the negative； Little Dorrit said
that she understood why he had been so delicate； but that she felt sure
he would approve of her confiding her secret to Flora； and that
she would therefore do so now with Flora's permission。 Receiving an
encouraging answer； she condensed the narrative of her life into a few
scanty words about herself and a glowing eulogy upon her father； and
Flora took it all in with a natural tenderness that quite understood it；
and in which there was no incoherence。
When dinner…time came； Flora drew the arm of her new charge through
hers； and led her down…stairs； and presented her to the Patriarch and Mr
Pancks； who were already in the dining…room waiting to begin。 （Mr F。's
Aunt was； for the time； laid up in ordinary in her chamber。） By those
gentlemen she was received according to their characters； the Patriarch
appearing to do her some inestimable service in saying that he was glad
to see her； glad to see her； and Mr Pancks blowing off his favourite
sound as a salute。
In that new presence she would have been bashful enough under any
circumstances； and particularly under Flora's insisting on her
drinking a glass of wine and eating of the best that was there； but her
constraint was greatly increased by Mr Pancks。 The demeanour of that
gentleman at first suggested to her mind that he might be a taker of
likenesses； so intently did he look at her； and so frequently did he
glance at the little note…book by his side。 Observing that he made no
sketch； however； and that he talked about business only； she began to
have suspicions that he represented some creditor of her father's； the
balance due to whom was noted in that pocket volume。 Regarded from this
point of view Mr Pancks's puffings expressed injury and impatience； and
each of his louder snorts became a demand for payment。
But here again she was undeceived by anomalous and incongruous conduct
on the part of Mr Pancks himself。 She had left the table half an hour；
and was at work alone。 Flora had 'gone to lie down' in the next room；
concurrently with which retirement a smell of something to drink
had broken out in the house。 The Patriarch was fast asleep； with his
philanthropic mouth open under a yellow pocket…handkerchief in the
dining…room。 At this quiet time； Mr Pancks softly appeared before her；
urbanely nodding。
'Find it a little dull； Miss Dorrit？' inquired Pancks in a low voice。
'No； thank you； sir；' said Little Dorrit。
'Busy； I see；' observed Mr Pancks； stealing into the room by inches。
'What are those now； Miss Dorrit？'
'Handkerchiefs。'
'Are they； though！' said Pancks。 'I shouldn't have thought it。' Not in
the least looking at them； but looking at Little Dorrit。 'Perhaps you
wonder who I am。 Shall I tell you？ I am a fortune…teller。'
Little Dorrit now began to think he was mad。
'I belong body and soul to my proprietor；' said Pancks； 'you saw my
proprietor having his dinner below。 But I do a little in the other way；
sometimes； privately； very privately； Miss Dorrit。'
Little Dorrit looked at him doubtfully； and not without alarm。
'I wish you'd show me the palm of your hand；' said Pancks。 'I should
like to have a look at it。 Don't let me be troublesome。' He was so far
troublesome that he was not at all wanted there； but she laid her work
in her lap for a moment； and held out her left hand with her thimble on
it。
'Years of toil； eh？' said Pancks； softly； touching it with his blunt
forefinger。 'But what else are we made for？ Nothing。 Hallo！' looking
into the lines。 'What's this with bars？ It's a College！ And what's this
with a grey gown and a black velvet cap？ it's a father！ And what's this
with a clario？ It's an uncle！ And what's this in dancing…shoes？ It's
a sister！ And what's this straggling about in an idle sort of a way？
It's a brother！ And what's this thinking for 'em all？ Why； this is you；
Miss Dorrit！' Her eyes met his as she looked up wonderingly into his
face； and she thought that although his were sharp eyes； he was a
brighter and gentler…looking man than she had supposed at dinner。 His
eyes were on her hand again directly； and her opportunity of confirming
or correcting the impression was gone。
'Now； the deuce is in it；' muttered Pancks； tracing out a line in her
hand with his clumsy finger； 'if this isn't me in the corner here！ What
do I want here？ What's behind me？'
He carried his finger slowly down to the wrist； and round the wrist； and
affected to look at the back of the hand for what was behind him。
'Is it any harm？' asked Little Dorrit； smiling。
'Deuce a bit！' said Pancks。 'What do you think it's worth？'
'I ought to ask you that。 I am not the fortune…teller。'
'True；' said Pancks。 'What's it worth？ You shall live to see； Miss
Dorrit。'
Releasing the hand by slow degrees； he drew all his fingers through his
prongs of hair； so that they stood up in their most portentous manner；
and repeated slowly； 'Remember what I say； Miss Dorrit。 You shall live
to see。'
She could not help showing that she was much surprised； if it were only
by his knowing so much about her。
'Ah！ That's it！' said Pancks； pointing at her。 'Miss Dorrit； not that；
ever！'
More surprised than before； and a little more frightened； she looked to
him for an explanation of his last words。
'Not that；' said Pancks； making； with great seriousness； an imitation
of a surprised look and manner that appeared to be unintentionally
grotesque。 'Don't do that。 Never on seeing me； no matter when； no matter
where。 I am nobody。 Don't take on to mind me。 Don't mention me。 Take no
notice。 Will you agree； Miss Dorrit？'
'I hardly know what to say；' returned Little Dorrit； quite astounded。
'Why？'
'Because I am a fortune…teller。 Pancks the gipsy。 I haven't told you so
much of your fortune yet； Miss Dorrit； as to tell you what's behind
me on that little hand。 I have told you you shall live to see。 Is it
agreed； Miss Dorrit？'
'Agreed that I……am……to……'
'To take no notice of me away from here； unless I take on first。 Not
to mind me when I e and go。 It's very easy。 I am no loss； I am not
handsome； I am not good pany； I am only my proprietors grubber。
You need do no more than think； 〃Ah！ Pancks the gipsy at his
fortune…telling……he'll tell the rest of my fortune one day……I shall live
to know it。〃 Is it agreed； Miss Dorrit？'
'Ye…es；' faltered Little Dorrit； whom he greatly confused； 'I suppose
so； while you do no harm。'
'Good！' Mr Pancks glanced at the wall of the adjoining room； and stooped
forward。 'Honest creature； woman of capital points； but heedless and
a loose talker； Miss Dorrit。' With that he rubbed his hands as if the
interview had been very satisfactory to him； panted away to the door；
and urbanely nodded himself out again。
If Little Dorrit were beyond measure perplexed by this curious conduct
on the part of her new acquaintance； and by finding herself involved
in this singular treaty； her perplexity was not diminished by ensuing
circumstances。 Besides that Mr Pancks took every opportunity afforded
him in Mr Casby's house of significantly glancing at her and snorting
at her……which was not much； after what he had done already……he began to
pervade her daily life。 She saw him in the street； constantly。 When she
went to Mr Casby's； he was always there。 When she went to Mrs Clennam's；
he came there on any pretence； as if to keep her in his sight。 A week
had not gon