x behind the
proprieties, and he said in a thoughtful manner, 'True, madam.'

'I would not,' said Mrs General, 'be understood to say, observe,
that there is nothing to improve in Fanny. But there is material
there--perhaps, indeed, a little too much.'

'Will you be kind enough, madam,' said Mr Dorrit, 'to be--ha--more
explicit? I do not quite understand my elder daughter's having--hum--too
much material. What material?'

'Fanny,' returned Mrs General, 'at present forms too many opinions.

Perfect breeding forms none, and is never demonstrative.'

Lest he himself should be found deficient in perfect breeding, Mr Dorrit
hastened to reply, 'Unquestionably, madam, you are right.' Mrs General
returned, in her emotionless and expressionless manner, 'I believe so.'

'But you are aware, my dear madam,' said Mr Dorrit, 'that my daughters
had the misfortune to lose their lamented mother when they were very
young; and that, in consequence of my not having been until lately
the recognised heir to my property, they have lived with me as
a comparatively poor, though always proud, gentleman, in--ha
hum--retirement!'

'I do not,' said Mrs General, 'lose sight of the circumstance.'
'Madam,'pursued Mr Dorrit, 'of my daughter Fanny, under her present
guidance and with such an example constantly before her--'

(Mrs General shut her eyes.)--'I have no misgivings. There is
adaptability of character in Fanny. But my younger daughter, Mrs
General, rather worries and vexes my thoughts. I must inform you that
she has always been my favourite.'

'There is no accounting,' said Mrs General, 'for these partialities.'

'Ha--no,' assented Mr Dorrit. 'No. Now, madam, I am troubled by noticing
that Amy is not, so to speak, one of ourselves. She does not Care to go
about with us; she is lost in the society we have here; our tastes
are evidently not her tastes. Which,' said Mr Dorrit, summing up with
judicial gravity, 'is to say, in other words, that there is something
wrong in--ha--Amy.'

'May we incline to the supposition,' said Mrs General, with a little
touch of varnish, 'that something is referable to the novelty of the
position?'

'Excuse me, madam,' observed Mr Dorrit, rather quickly. 'The daughter
of a gentleman, though--ha--himself at one time comparatively far from
affluent--comparatively--and herself reared in--hum--retirement, need
not of necessity find this position so very novel.'

'True,' said Mrs General, 'true.'

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