make an apology,' said Arthur, 'for so early and abrupt a
visit; but you will excuse it when I tell you the cause.'

'In times for ever fled Arthur,' returned Mrs Finching, 'pray excuse
me Doyce and Clennam infinitely more correct and though unquestionably
distant still 'tis distance lends enchantment to the view, at least I
don't mean that and if I did I suppose it would depend considerably on
the nature of the view, but I'm running on again and you put it all out
of my head.'

She glanced at him tenderly, and resumed:

'In times for ever fled I was going to say it would have sounded
strange indeed for Arthur Clennam--Doyce and Clennam naturally quite
different--to make apologies for coming here at any time, but that is
past and what is past can never be recalled except in his own case as
poor Mr F. said when he was in spirits Cucumber and therefore never ate
it.'

She was making the tea when Arthur came in, and now hastily finished
that operation.

'Papa,' she said, all mystery and whisper, as she shut down the tea-pot
lid, 'is sitting prosingly breaking his new laid egg in the back parlour
over the City article exactly like the Woodpecker Tapping and need never
know that you are here, and our little friend you are well aware may be
fully trusted when she comes down from cutting out on the large table
overhead.'

Arthur then told her, in the fewest words, that it was their little
friend he came to see; and what he had to announce to their little
friend. At which astounding intelligence, Flora clasped her hands,
fell into a tremble, and shed tears of sympathy and pleasure, like the
good-natured creature she really was.

'For goodness sake let me get out of the way first,' said Flora, putting
her hands to her ears and moving towards the door, 'or I know I shall
go off dead and screaming and make everybody worse, and the dear little
thing only this morning looking so nice and neat and good and yet so
poor and now a fortune is she really and deserves it too! and might I
mention it to Mr F.'s Aunt Arthur not Doyce and Clennam for this once or
if objectionable not on any account.'

Arthur nodded his free permission, since Flora shut out all verbal
communication. Flora nodded in return to thank him, and hurried out of
the room.

Little Dorrit's step was already on the stairs, and in another moment
she was at the door. Do what he could to compose his face, he could not
convey so much of an ordinary expression into