still so strong upon him that, when the
dirty old woman was gone whom he found sitting on the stairs outside
his door, waiting to make his bed, and who gave him to understand while
doing it, that she had received her instructions from Mr Chivery, 'not
the old 'un but the young 'un,' he sat down in the faded arm-chair,
pressing his head between his hands, as if he had been stunned. Little
Dorrit love him! More bewildering to him than his misery, far.

Consider the improbability. He had been accustomed to call her his
child, and his dear child, and to invite her confidence by dwelling upon
the difference in their respective ages, and to speak of himself as one
who was turning old. Yet she might not have thought him old. Something
reminded him that he had not thought himself so, until the roses had
floated away upon the river.

He had her two letters among other papers in his box, and he took them
out and read them. There seemed to be a sound in them like the sound
of her sweet voice. It fell upon his ear with many tones of tenderness,
that were not insusceptible of the new meaning. Now it was that the
quiet desolation of her answer,'No, No, No,' made to him that night
in that very room--that night when he had been shown the dawn of her
altered fortune, and when other words had passed between them which he
had been destined to remember in humiliation and a prisoner, rushed into
his mind.

Consider the improbability.

But it had a preponderating tendency, when considered, to become
fainter. There was another and a curious inquiry of his own heart's that
concurrently became stronger. In the reluctance he had felt to believe
that she loved any one; in his desire to set that question at rest; in
a half-formed consciousness he had had that there would be a kind of
nobleness in his helping her love for any one, was there no suppressed
something on his own side that he had hushed as it arose? Had he ever
whispered to himself that he must not think of such a thing as her
loving him, that he must not take advantage of her gratitude, that he
must keep his experience in remembrance as a warning and reproof;
that he must regard such youthful hopes as having passed away, as his
friend's dead daughter had passed away; that he must be steady in saying
to himself that the time had gone by him, and he was too saddened and
old?

He had kissed her when he raised her from the ground on the day when she
had been so consistently and expr