was； Mr Gowan seemed transferred to Daniel Doyce's mind； at all events；
it so happened that it usually fell to Mr Doyce's turn； rather than
to Clennam's； to speak of him in the friendly conversations they held
together。 These were of frequent occurrence now； as the two partners
shared a portion of a roomy house in one of the grave old…fashioned City
streets； lying not far from the Bank of England； by London Wall。
Mr Doyce had been to Twickenham to pass the day。 Clennam had excused
himself。 Mr Doyce was just e home。 He put in his head at the door of
Clennam's sitting…room to say Good night。
'e in； e in！' said Clennam。
'I saw you were reading；' returned Doyce； as he entered； 'and thought
you might not care to be disturbed。'
But for the notable resolution he had made； Clennam really might not
have known what he had been reading； really might not have had his eyes
upon the book for an hour past； though it lay open before him。 He shut
it up； rather quickly。
'Are they well？' he asked。
'Yes；' said Doyce； 'they are well。 They are all well。'
Daniel had an old workmanlike habit of carrying his pocket…handkerchief
in his hat。 He took it out and wiped his forehead with it； slowly
repeating； 'They are all well。 Miss Minnie looking particularly well； I
thought。'
'Any pany at the cottage？'
'No； no pany。' 'And how did you get on； you four？' asked Clennam
gaily。
'There were five of us；' returned his partner。 'There was
What's…his…name。 He was there。' 'Who is he？' said Clennam。
'Mr Henry Gowan。'
'Ah； to be sure！' cried Clennam with unusual vivacity； 'Yes！……I forgot
him。'
'As I mentioned； you may remember；' said Daniel Doyce； 'he is always
there on Sunday。'
'Yes； yes；' returned Clennam； 'I remember now。'
Daniel Doyce； still wiping his forehead； ploddingly repeated。 'Yes。 He
was there； he was there。 Oh yes； he was there。 And his dog。 He was there
too。'
'Miss Meagles is quite attached to……the……dog；' observed Clennam。
'Quite so；' assented his partner。 'More attached to the dog than I am to
the man。'
'You mean Mr……？'
'I mean Mr Gowan； most decidedly；' said Daniel Doyce。
There was a gap in the conversation； which Clennam devoted to winding up
his watch。
'Perhaps you are a little hasty in your judgment；' he said。 'Our
judgments……I am supposing a general case……'
'Of course；' said Doyce。
'Are so liable to be influenced by many considerations； which； almost
without our knowing it； are unfair； that it is necessary to keep a guard
upon them。 For instance； Mr……'
'Gowan；' quietly said Doyce； upon whom the utterance of the name almost
always devolved。
'Is young and handsome； easy and quick； has talent； and has seen a
good deal of various kinds of life。 It might be difficult to give an
unselfish reason for being prepossessed against him。'
'Not difficult for me； I think； Clennam；' returned his partner。 'I see
him bringing present anxiety； and； I fear； future sorrow； into my old
friend's house。 I see him wearing deeper lines into my old friend's
face； the nearer he draws to； and the oftener he looks at； the face
of his daughter。 In short； I see him with a about the pretty and
affectionate creature whom he will never make happy。' 'We don't know；'
said Clennam； almost in the tone of a man in pain； 'that he will not
make her happy。'
'We don't know；' returned his partner； 'that the earth will last another
hundred years； but we think it highly probable。'
'Well； well！' said Clennam； 'we must be hopeful； and we must at least
try to be； if not generous （which； in this case； we have no opportunity
of being）； just。 We will not disparage this gentleman； because he is
successful in his addresses to the beautiful object of his ambition； and
we will not question her natural right to bestow her love on one whom
she finds worthy of it。'
'Maybe； my friend；' said Doyce。 'Maybe also； that she is too young and
petted； too confiding and inexperienced； to discriminate well。'
'That；' said Clennam； 'would be far beyond our power of correction。'
Daniel Doyce shook his head gravely； and rejoined； 'I fear so。'
'Therefore； in a word；' said Clennam； 'we should make up our minds that
it is not worthy of us to say any ill of Mr Gowan。 It would be a poor
thing to gratify a prejudice against him。 And I resolve； for my part；
not to depreciate him。'
'I am not quite so sure of myself； and therefore I reserve my privilege
of objecting to him；' returned the other。 'But； if I am not sure of
myself； I am sure of you； Clennam； and I know what an upright man you
are； and how much to be respected。 Good night； MY friend and partner！'
He shook his hand in saying this； as if there had been something serious
at the bottom of their conversation； and they separated。
By this time they had visited the family on several occasions； and had
always observed that even a passing allusion to Mr Henry Gowan when
he was not among them； brought back the cloud which had obscured Mr
Meagles's sunshine on the morning of the chance encounter at the Ferry。
If Clennam had ever admitted the forbidden passion into his breast；
this period might have been a period of real trial； under the actual
circumstances； doubtless it was nothing……nothing。
Equally； if his heart had given entertainment to that prohibited guest；
his silent fighting of his way through the mental condition of this
period might have been a little meritorious。 In the constant effort not
to be betrayed into a new phase of the besetting sin of his experience；
the pursuit of selfish objects by low and small means； and to hold
instead to some high principle of honour and generosity； there might
have been a little merit。 In the resolution not even to avoid Mr
Meagles's house； lest； in the selfish sparing of himself； he should
bring any slight distress upon the daughter through making her the cause
of an estrangement which he believed the father would regret； there
might have been a little merit。 In the modest truthfulness of always
keeping in vier Gowan's years and the greater
attractions of his person and manner； there might have been a little
merit。 In doing all this and much more； in a perfectly unaffected way
and with a manful and posed constancy； while the pain within him
（peculiar as his life and history） was very sharp； there might have been
some quiet strength of character。 But； after the resolution he had made；
of course he could have no such merits as these； and such a state of
mind was nobody's……nobody's。
Mr Gowan made it no concern of his whether it was nobody's or
somebody's。 He preserved his perfect serenity of manner on all
occasions； as if the possibility of Clennam's presuming to have debated
the great question were too distant and ridiculous to be imagined。 He
had always an affability to bestow on Clennam and an ease to treat
him with； which might of itself （in the supposititious case of his
not having taken that sagacious course） have been a very unfortable
element in his state of mind。
'I quite regret you were not with us yesterday；' said Mr Henry Gowan；
calling on Clennam the next morning。 'We had an agreeable day up the
river there。'
So he had heard； Arthur s