Father himself had wept； in the shades of that yard； as his own
poor wife had wept。 But it was many years ago； and now he was like
a passenger aboard ship in a long voyage； who has recovered from
sea…sickness； and is impatient of that weakness in the fresher
passengers taken aboard at the last port。 He was inclined to
remonstrate； and to express his opinion that people who couldn't get on
without crying； had no business there。 In manner； if not in words； he
always testified his displeasure at these interruptions of the general
harmony； and it was so well understood； that delinquents usually
withdrew if they were aware of him。
On this Sunday evening； he acpanied his brother to the gate with an
air of endurance and clemency； being in a bland temper and graciously
disposed to overlook the tears。 In the flaring gaslight of the Lodge；
several Collegians were basking； some taking leave of visitors； and
some who had no visitors； watching the frequent turning of the key； and
conversing with one another and with Mr Chivery。 The paternal entrance
made a sensation of course； and Mr Chivery； touching his hat （in a short
manner though） with his key； hoped he found himself tolerable。
'Thank you； Chivery； quite well。 And you？'
Mr Chivery said in a low growl； 'Oh！ he was all right。' Which was his
general way of acknowledging inquiries after his health when a little
sullen。
'I had a visit from Young John to…day； Chivery。 And very smart he
looked； I assure you。'
So Mr Chivery had heard。 Mr Chivery must confess； however； that his wish
was that the boy didn't lay out so much money upon it。 For what did it
bring him in？ It only brought him in wexation。 And he could get that
anywhere for nothing。
'How vexation； Chivery？' asked the benignant father。
'No odds；' returned Mr Chivery。 'Never mind。 Mr Frederick going out？'
'Yes； Chivery； my brother is going home to bed。 He is tired； and
not quite well。 Take care； Frederick； take care。 Good night； my dear
Frederick！'
Shaking hands with his brother； and touching his greasy hat to the
pany in the Lodge； Frederick slowly shuffled out of the door which
Mr Chivery unlocked for him。 The Father of the Marshalsea showed the
amiable solicitude of a superior being that he should e to no harm。
'Be so kind as to keep the door open a moment； Chivery； that I may see
him go along the passage and down the steps。 Take care； Frederick！ （He
is very infirm。） Mind the steps！ （He is so very absent。） Be careful
how you cross； Frederick。 （I really don't like the notion of his going
wandering at large； he is so extremely liable to be run over。）'
With these words； and with a face expressive of many uneasy doubts and
much anxious guardianship； he turned his regards upon the assembled
pany in the Lodge： so plainly indicating that his brother was to be
pitied for not being under lock and key； that an opinion to that effect
went round among the Collegians assembled。
But he did not receive it with unqualified assent； on the contrary； he
said； No； gentlemen； no； let them not misunderstand him。 His brother
Frederick was much broken； no doubt； and it might be more fortable to
himself （the Father of the Marshalsea） to know that he was safe within
the walls。 Still； it must be remembered that to support an existence
there during many years； required a certain bination of qualities……he
did not say high qualities； but qualities……moral qualities。 Now； had his
brother Frederick that peculiar union of qualities？ Gentlemen； he was a
most excellent man； a most gentle； tender； and estimable man； with the
simplicity of a child； but would he； though unsuited for most other
places； do for that place？ No； he said confidently； no！ And； he said；
Heaven forbid that Frederick should be there in any other character
than in his present voluntary character！ Gentlemen； whoever came to
that College； to remain there a length of time； must have strength of
character to go through a good deal and to e out of a good deal。 Was
his beloved brother Frederick that man？ No。 They saw him； even as it
was； crushed。 Misfortune crushed him。 He had not power of recoil enough；
not elasticity enough； to be a long time in such a place； and yet
preserve his self…respect and feel conscious that he was a gentleman。
Frederick had not （if he might use the expression） Power enough to see
in any delicate little attentions and……and……Testimonials that he might
under such circumstances receive； the goodness of human nature； the fine
spirit animating the Collegians as a munity； and at the same time
no degradation to himself； and no depreciation of his claims as a
gentleman。 Gentlemen； God bless you！
Such was the homily with which he improved and pointed the occasion to
the pany in the Lodge before turning into the sallow yard again；
and going with his own poor shabby dignity past the Collegian in the
dressing…gown who had no coat； and past the Collegian in the sea…side
slippers who had no shoes； and past the stout greengrocer Collegian in
the corduroy knee…breeches who had no cares； and past the lean clerk
Collegian in buttonless black who had no hopes； up his own poor shabby
staircase to his own poor shabby room。
There； the table was laid for his supper； and his old grey gown was
ready for him on his chair…back at the fire。 His daughter put her
little prayer…book in her pocket……had she been praying for pity on all
prisoners and captives！……and rose to wele him。
Uncle had gone home； then？ she asked @ as she changed his coat and
gave him his black velvet cap。 Yes； uncle had gone home。 Had her father
enjoyed his walk？ Why； not much； Amy； not much。 No！ Did he not feel
quite well？
As she stood behind him； leaning over his chair so lovingly； he looked
with downcast eyes at the fire。 An uneasiness stole over him that was
like a touch of shame； and when he spoke； as he presently did； it was in
an unconnected and embarrassed manner。
'Something； I……hem！……I don't know what； has gone wrong with Chivery。
He is not……ha！……not nearly so obliging and attentive as usual to…night。
It……hem！……it's a little thing； but it puts me out； my love。 It's
impossible to forget；' turning his hands over and over and looking
closely at them； 'that……hem！……that in such a life as mine； I am
unfortunately dependent on these men for something every hour in the
day。'
Her arm was on his shoulder； but she did not look in his face while he
spoke。 Bending her head she looked another way。
'I……hem！……I can't think； Amy； what has given Chivery offence。 He is
generally so……so very attentive and respectful。 And to…night he was
quite……quite short with me。 Other people there too！ Why； good Heaven！
if I was to lose the support and recognition of Chivery and his brother
officers； I might starve to death here。' While he spoke； he was opening
and shutting his hands like valves； so conscious all the time of that
touch of shame； that he shrunk before his own knowledge of his meaning。
'I……ha！……I can't think what it's owing to。 I am sure I cannot imagine
what the cause of it is。 There was a certain Jackson here once； a
turnkey of the name of Jackson （I don't think you can remember him；
my dear； you were v