rushes； there the lilies； nothing uncertain or unquiet； upon this road
that steadily runs away； while you； upon your flowing road of time； are
so capricious and distracted。
The bell at the gate had scarcely sounded when Mr Meagles came out to
receive them。 Mr Meagles had scarcely e out； when Mrs Meagles came
out。 Mrs Meagles had scarcely e out； when Pet came out。 Pet scarcely
had e out； when Tattycoram came out。 Never had visitors a more
hospitable reception。
'Here we are； you see；' said Mr Meagles； 'boxed up； Mr Clennam； within
our own home…limits； as if we were never going to expand……that is；
travel……again。 Not like Marseilles； eh？ No allonging and marshonging
here！'
'A different kind of beauty； indeed！' said Clennam； looking about him。
'But； Lord bless me！' cried Mr Meagles； rubbing his hands with a relish；
'it was an unmonly pleasant thing being in quarantine； wasn't it？
Do you know； I have often wished myself back again？ We were a capital
party。'
This was Mr Meagles's invariable habit。 Always to object to everything
while he was travelling； and always to want to get back to it when he
was not travelling。
'If it was summer…time；' said Mr Meagles； 'which I wish it was on your
account； and in order that you might see the place at its best； you
would hardly be able to hear yourself speak for birds。 Being practical
people； we never allow anybody to scare the birds； and the birds； being
practical people too； e about us in myriads。 We are delighted to see
you； Clennam （if you'll allow me； I shall drop the Mister）； I heartily
assure you； we are delighted。'
'I have not had so pleasant a greeting；' said Clennam……then he recalled
what Little Dorrit had said to him in his own room； and faithfully
added 'except once……since we last walked to and fro； looking down at the
Mediterranean。'
'Ah！' returned Mr Meagles。 'Something like a look out； that was； wasn't
it？ I don't want a military government； but I shouldn't mind a little
allonging and marshonging……just a dash of it……in this neighbourhood
sometimes。 It's Devilish still。'
Bestowing this eulogium on the retired character of his retreat with a
dubious shake of the head； Mr Meagles led the way into the house。 It was
just large enough； and no more； was as pretty within as it was without；
and was perfectly well…arranged and fortable。
Some traces of the migratory habits of the family were to be observed
in the covered frames and furniture； and wrapped…up hangings； but it was
easy to see that it was one of Mr Meagles's whims to have the cottage
always kept； in their absence； as if they were always ing back the
day after to…morrow。 Of articles collected on his various expeditions；
there was such a vast miscellany that it was like the dwelling of an
amiable Corsair。 There Central Italy； made by the
best modern houses in that department of industry； bits of mummy from
Egypt （and perhaps Birmingham）； model gondolas from Venice； model
villages from Switzerland； morsels of tesselated pavement from
Herculaneum and Pompeii； like petrified minced veal； ashes out of tombs；
and lava out of Vesuvius； Spanish fans； Spezzian straw hats； Moorish
slippers； Tuscan hairpins； Carrara sculpture； Trastaverini scarves；
Genoese velvets and filigree； Neapolitan coral； Roman cameos； Geneva
jewellery； Arab lanterns； rosaries blest all round by the Pope himself；
and an infinite variety of lumber。 There were views； like and unlike； of
a multitude of places； and there was one little picture…room devoted to
a few of the regular sticky old Saints； with sinews like whipcord； hair
like Neptune's； wrinkles like tattooing； and such coats of varnish
that every holy personage served for a fly…trap； and became what is
now called in the vulgar tongue a Catch…em…alive O。 Of these pictorial
acquisitions Mr Meagles spoke in the usual manner。 He was no judge； he
said； except of what pleased himself； he had picked them up； dirt…cheap；
and people had considered them rather fine。 One man； who at any rate
ought to know something of the subject； had declared that 'Sage；
Reading' （a specially oily old gentleman in a blanket； with a
swan's…down tippet for a beard； and a web of cracks all over him like
rich pie…crust）； to be a fine Guercino。 As for Sebastian del Piombo
there； you would judge for yourself； if it were not his later
manner； the question was； Who was it？ Titian； that might or might not
be……perhaps he had only touched it。 Daniel Doyce said perhaps he hadn't
touched it； but Mr Meagles rather declined to overhear the remark。
When he had shown all his spoils； Mr Meagles took them into his own
snug room overlooking the lawn； which was fitted up in part like a
dressing…room and in part like an office； and in which； upon a kind of
counter…desk； were a pair of brass scales for weighing gold； and a scoop
for shovelling out money。
'Here they are； you see；' said Mr Meagles。 'I stood behind these two
articles five…and…thirty years running； when I no more thought of
gadding about than I now think of……staying at home。 When I left the Bank
for good； I asked for them； and brought them away with me。
I mention it at once； or you might suppose that I sit in my
counting…house （as Pet says I do）； like the king in the poem of the
four…and…twenty blackbirds； counting out my money。'
Clennam's eyes had strayed to a natural picture on the wall； of two
pretty little girls with their arms entwined。 'Yes； Clennam；' said
Mr Meagles； in a lower voice。 'There they both are。 It was taken some
seventeen years ago。 As I often say to Mother； they were babies then。'
'Their names？' said Arthur。
'Ah； to be sure！ You have never heard any name but Pet。 Pet's name is
Minnie； her sister's Lillie。'
'Should you have known； Mr Clennam； that one of them was meant for me？'
asked Pet herself； now standing in the doorway。
'I might have thought that both of them were meant for you； both
are still so like you。 Indeed；' said Clennam； glancing from the fair
original to the picture and back； 'I cannot even now say which is not
your portrait。' 'D'ye hear that； Mother？' cried Mr Meagles to his wife；
who had followed her daughter。 'It's always the same； Clennam； nobody
can decide。 The child to your left is Pet。'
The picture happened to be near a looking…glass。 As Arthur looked at
it again； he saw； by the reflection of the mirror； Tattycoram stop in
passing outside the door； listen to what was going on； and pass away
with an angry and contemptuous frown upon her face； that changed its
beauty into ugliness。
'But e！' said Mr Meagles。 'You have had a long walk； and will be glad
to get your boots off。 As to Daniel here； I suppose he'd never think of
taking his boots off； unless we showed him a boot…jack。'
'Why not？' asked Daniel； with a significant smile at Clennam。
'Oh！ You have so many things to think about；' returned Mr Meagles；
clapping him on the shoulder； as if his weakness must not be left to
itself on any account。 'Figures； and wheels； and cogs； and levers； and
screws； and cylinders； and a thousand things。'
'In my calling；' said Daniel； amused； 'the greater usually includes the
less。 But never mind； never mind！ Whatever pleases y