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cipher beautiful, and Iā€™ve his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!ā€ said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. ā€œAnd my dear boy knows, and will give you to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bit, as it was her duty and her pleasure and her pride to do it, to help him out in life, and put him ā€™prentice. And a steady lad he was, and a kind master he had to lend him a hand, and well he worked his own way forward to be rich and thriving. And Iā€™ll give you to know, sirā ā€”for this my dear boy wonā€™tā ā€”that though his mother kept but a little village shop, he never forgot her, but pensioned me on thirty pound a yearā ā€”more than I want, for I put by out of itā ā€”only making the condition that I was to keep down in my own part, and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And itā€™s right,ā€ said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, ā€œthat I should keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for loveā€™s own sake! And I am ashamed of you, sir,ā€ said Mrs. Pegler, lastly, ā€œfor your slanders and suspicions. And I never stood here before, nor never wanted to stand here when my dear son said no. And I shouldnā€™t be here now, if it hadnā€™t been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, with my son standing here to tell you so different!ā€

The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every moment swelled larger and larger, and grown redder and redder, stopped short.

ā€œI donā€™t exactly know,ā€ said Mr. Bounderby, ā€œhow I come to be favoured with the attendance of the present company, but I donā€™t inquire. When theyā€™re quite satisfied, perhaps theyā€™ll be so good as to disperse; whether theyā€™re satisfied or not, perhaps theyā€™ll be so good as to disperse. Iā€™m not bound to deliver a lecture on my family affairs, I have not undertaken to do it, and Iā€™m not a going to do it. Therefore those who expect any explanation whatever upon that branch of the subject, will be disappointedā ā€”particularly Tom Gradgrind, and he canā€™t know it too soon. In reference to the Bank robbery, there has been a mistake made, concerning my mother. If there hadnā€™t been over-officiousness it wouldnā€™t have been made, and I hate over-officiousness at all times, whether or no. Good evening!ā€

Although Mr. Bounderby carried it off in these terms, holding the door open for the company to depart, there was a blustering sheepishness upon him, at once extremely crestfallen and superlatively absurd. Detected as the bully of humility, who had built his windy reputation upon lies, and in his boastfulness had put the honest truth as far away from him as if he had advanced the mean claim (there is no meaner) to tack himself on to a pedigree, he cut a most ridiculous figure. With the people filing off at the door he held, who he knew would carry what had passed to the whole town, to be given to the four winds, he could not have looked a bully more shorn and forlorn, if he had had his ears cropped. Even that unlucky female, Mrs. Sparsit, fallen from her pinnacle of exultation into the Slough of Despond, was not in so bad a plight as that remarkable man and self-made humbug, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown.

Rachael and Sissy, leaving Mrs. Pegler to occupy a bed at her sonā€™s for that night, walked together to the gate of Stone Lodge and there parted. Mr. Gradgrind joined them before they had gone very far, and spoke with much interest of Stephen Blackpool; for whom he thought this signal failure of the suspicions against Mrs. Pegler was likely to work well.

As to the whelp; throughout this scene as on all other late occasions, he had stuck close to Bounderby. He seemed to feel that as long as Bounderby could make no discovery without his knowledge, he was so far safe. He never visited his sister, and had only seen her once since she went home: that is to say on the night when he still stuck close to Bounderby, as already related.

There was one dim unformed fear lingering about his sisterā€™s mind, to which she never gave utterance, which surrounded the graceless and ungrateful boy with a dreadful mystery. The same dark possibility had presented itself in the same shapeless guise, this very day, to Sissy, when Rachael spoke of someone who would be confounded by Stephenā€™s return, having put him out of the way. Louisa had never spoken of harbouring any suspicion of her brother in connection with the robbery, she and Sissy had held no confidence on the subject, save in that one interchange of looks when the unconscious father rested his gray head on his hand; but it was understood between them, and they both knew it. This other fear was so awful, that it hovered about each of them like a ghostly shadow; neither daring to think of its being near herself, far less of its being near the other.

And still the forced spirit which the whelp had plucked up, throve with him. If Stephen Blackpool was not the thief, let him show himself. Why didnā€™t he?

Another night. Another day and night. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come

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