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‘You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!’
‘All the surer, I suppose,’ said Mr. Bounderby, ‘for your refusing to
tell where he is? Eh?’
‘He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi’ the unmerited
reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to
clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character,
and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been
done against him,’ said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock
throws off the sea, ‘and he will be here, at furthest, in two days.’
‘Notwithstanding which,’ added Mr. Bounderby, ‘if he can be laid hold of
any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As
to you, I have nothing against you; what you came and told me turns out
to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true, and
there’s an end of it. I wish you good night all! I must be off to look
a little further into this.’
Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept
close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of
which he delivered himself was a sulky ‘Good night, father!’ With a
brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house.
Since his sheet-anchor had come home, Mr. Gradgrind had been sparing of
speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said:
‘Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better.’
‘It goes against me,’ Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, ‘to mistrust
any one; but when I am so mistrusted—when we all are—I cannot keep such
things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an
injury. I don’t think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it
again, wi’ the poor lad so wronged.’
‘Did you tell him in your letter,’ inquired Sissy, ‘that suspicion seemed
to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at
night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back,
and would be ready.’
‘Yes, dear,’ she returned; ‘but I can’t guess what can have ever taken
him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way
was the same as mine, and not near it.’
Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and
whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of
him.
‘I doubt,’ said Rachael, ‘if he can be here till next day.’
‘Then I will come next night too,’ said Sissy.
When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his
head, and said to his daughter:
‘Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you
believe him to be implicated?’
‘I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do
not believe it now.’
‘That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing
him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?’
‘Very honest.’
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