ready, you know! And so
you've had it all out with her about Cradell. She'll make him a good
wife, she will indeed;--much better than you've been giving her
credit for."
"I don't doubt she'll be a very good wife."
"You see, Mr Eames, it's all over now, and we understand each other;
don't we? It made me very unhappy when she was setting her cap at
you; it did indeed. She is my own daughter, and I couldn't go against
her;--could I? But I knew it wasn't in any way suiting. Laws, I know
the difference. She's good enough for him any day of the week, Mr
Eames."
"That she is,--Saturdays or Sundays," said Johnny, not knowing
exactly what he ought to say.
"So she is; and if he does his duty by her she won't go astray in
hers by him. And as for you, Mr Eames, I am sure I've always felt it
an honour and a pleasure to have you in the house; and if ever you
could use a good word in sending to me any of your young men, I'd do
by them as a mother should; I would indeed. I know I've been to blame
about those Lupexes, but haven't I suffered for it, Mr Eames? And it
was difficult to know at first; wasn't it? And as to you and Amelia,
if you would send any of your young men to try, there couldn't be
anything more of that kind, could there? I know it hasn't all been
just as it should have been--that is as regards you; but I should
like to hear you say that you've found me honest before you went.
I have tried to be honest, I have indeed."
Eames assured her that he was convinced of her honesty, and that
he had never thought of impugning her character either in regard
to those unfortunate people, the Lupexes, or in reference to other
matters. "He did not think," he said, "that any young men would
consult him as to their lodgings; but if he could be of any service
to her, he would." Then he bade her good-bye, and having bestowed
half-a-sovereign on the faithful Jemima, he took a long farewell of
Burton Crescent. Amelia had told him not to come and see her when she
should be married, and he had resolved that he would take her at her
word. So he walked off from the Crescent, not exactly shaking the
dust from his feet, but resolving that he would know no more either
of its dust or of its dirt. Dirt enough he had encountered there
certainly, and he was now old enough to feel that the inmates of Mrs
Roper's house had not been those among whom a resting-place for his
early years should judiciously have been sought. But he had come out
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