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  ’MrsMerdle’smaidmustbecalled,andtoldtogetMrsMerdleup,andprepareherasgentlyasshecantoseeme。Ihavedreadfulnewstobreaktoher。’

  ThusPhysiciantotheChiefButler。Thelatter,whohadacandleinhishand,calledhismantotakeitaway。Thenheapproachedthewindowwithdignity;lookingonatPhysician’snewsexactlyashehadlookedonatthedinnersinthatveryroom。

  ’MrMerdleisdead。’

  ’Ishouldwish,’saidtheChiefButler,’togiveamonth’snotice。’

  ’MrMerdlehasdestroyedhimself。’

  ’Sir,’saidtheChiefButler,’thatisveryunpleasanttothefeelingsofoneinmyposition,ascalculatedtoawakenprejudice;

  andIshouldwishtoleaveimmediately。’

  ’Ifyouarenotshocked,areyounotsurprised,man?’demandedthePhysician,warmly。

  TheChiefButler,erectandcalm,repliedinthesememorablewords。

  ’Sir,MrMerdleneverwasthegentleman,andnoungentlemanlyactonMrMerdle’spartwouldsurpriseme。IsthereanybodyelseIcansendtoyou,oranyotherdirectionsIcangivebeforeIleave,respectingwhatyouwouldwishtobedone?’

  WhenPhysician,afterdischarginghimselfofhistrustup-stairs,rejoinedBarinthestreet,hesaidnomoreofhisinterviewwithMrsMerdlethanthathehadnotyettoldherall,butthatwhathehadtoldhershehadborneprettywell。Barhaddevotedhisleisureinthestreettotheconstructionofamostingeniousman-

  trapforcatchingthewholeofhisjuryatablow;havinggotthatmattersettledinhismind,itwaslucidonthelatecatastrophe,andtheywalkedhomeslowly,discussingitineverybearing。

  BeforepartingatthePhysician’sdoor,theybothlookedupatthesunnymorningsky,intowhichthesmokeofafewearlyfiresandthebreathandvoicesofafewearlystirrerswerepeacefullyrising,andthenlookedroundupontheimmensecity,andsaid,ifallthosehundredsandthousandsofbeggaredpeoplewhowereyetasleepcouldonlyknow,astheytwospoke,theruinthatimpendedoverthem,whatafearfulcryagainstonemiserablesoulwouldgouptoHeaven!

  Thereportthatthegreatmanwasdead,gotaboutwithastonishingrapidity。Atfirst,hewasdeadofallthediseasesthateverwereknown,andofseveralbran-newmaladiesinventedwiththespeedofLighttomeetthedemandoftheoccasion。Hehadconcealedadropsyfrominfancy,hehadinheritedalargeestateofwateronthechestfromhisgrandfather,hehadhadanoperationperformeduponhimeverymorningofhislifeforeighteenyears,hehadbeensubjecttotheexplosionofimportantveinsinhisbodyafterthemanneroffireworks,hehadhadsomethingthematterwithhislungs,hehadhadsomethingthematterwithhisheart,hehadhadsomethingthematterwithhisbrain。Fivehundredpeoplewhosatdowntobreakfastentirelyuninformedonthewholesubject,believedbeforetheyhaddonebreakfast,thattheyprivatelyandpersonallyknewPhysiciantohavesaidtoMrMerdle,’Youmustexpecttogoout,someday,likethesnuffofacandle;’andthattheyknewMrMerdletohavesaidtoPhysician,’Amancandiebutonce。’Byabouteleveno’clockintheforenoon,somethingthematterwiththebrain,becamethefavouritetheoryagainstthefield;andbytwelvethesomethinghadbeendistinctlyascertainedtobe’Pressure。’

  Pressurewassoentirelysatisfactorytothepublicmind,andseemedtomakeeverybodysocomfortable,thatitmighthavelastedalldaybutforBar’shavingtakentherealstateofthecaseintoCourtathalf-pastnine。ThisledtoitsbeginningtobecurrentlywhisperedalloverLondonbyaboutone,thatMrMerdlehadkilledhimself。Pressure,however,sofarfrombeingoverthrownbythediscovery,becameagreaterfavouritethanever。TherewasageneralmoralisinguponPressure,ineverystreet。Allthepeoplewhohadtriedtomakemoneyandhadnotbeenabletodoit,said,Thereyouwere!YounosoonerbegantodevoteyourselftothepursuitofwealththanyougotPressure。Theidlepeopleimprovedtheoccasioninasimilarmanner。See,saidthey,whatyoubroughtyourselftobywork,work,work!Youpersistedinworking,youoverdidit。Pressurecameon,andyouweredonefor!Thisconsiderationwasverypotentinmanyquarters,butnowheremoresothanamongtheyoungclerksandpartnerswhohadneverbeenintheslightestdangerofoverdoingit。These,oneandall,declared,quitepiously,thattheyhopedtheywouldneverforgetthewarningaslongastheylived,andthattheirconductmightbesoregulatedastokeepoffPressure,andpreservethem,acomforttotheirfriends,formanyyears。

  But,ataboutthetimeofHigh’Change,Pressurebegantowane,andappallingwhisperstocirculate,east,west,north,andsouth。Atfirsttheywerefaint,andwentnofurtherthanadoubtwhetherMrMerdle’swealthwouldbefoundtobeasvastashadbeensupposed;

  whethertheremightnotbeatemporarydifficultyin’realising’

  it;whethertheremightnotevenbeatemporarysuspensionsayamonthorso,onthepartofthewonderfulBank。Asthewhispersbecamelouder,whichtheydidfromthattimeeveryminute,theybecamemorethreatening。Hehadsprungfromnothing,bynonaturalgrowthorprocessthatanyonecouldaccountfor;hehadbeen,afterall,alow,ignorantfellow;hehadbeenadown-lookingman,andnoonehadeverbeenabletocatchhiseye;hehadbeentakenupbyallsortsofpeopleinquiteanunaccountablemanner;hehadneverhadanymoneyofhisown,hisventureshadbeenutterlyreckless,andhisexpenditurehadbeenmostenormous。Insteadyprogression,asthedaydeclined,thetalkroseinsoundandpurpose。HehadleftaletterattheBathsaddressedtohisphysician,andhisphysicianhadgottheletter,andtheletterwouldbeproducedattheInquestonthemorrow,anditwouldfalllikeathunderboltuponthemultitudehehaddeluded。Numbersofmenineveryprofessionandtradewouldbeblightedbyhisinsolvency;oldpeoplewhohadbeenineasycircumstancesalltheirliveswouldhavenoplaceofrepentancefortheirtrustinhimbuttheworkhouse;legionsofwomenandchildrenwouldhavetheirwholefuturedesolatedbythehandofthismightyscoundrel。Everypartakerofhismagnificentfeastswouldbeseentohavebeenasharerintheplunderofinnumerablehomes;everyservileworshipperofricheswhohadhelpedtosethimonhispedestal,wouldhavedonebettertoworshiptheDevilpoint-blank。So,thetalk,lashedlouderandhigherbyconfirmationonconfirmation,andbyeditionaftereditionoftheeveningpapers,swelledintosucharoarwhennightcame,asmighthavebroughtonetobelievethatasolitarywatcheronthegalleryabovetheDomeofStPaul’swouldhaveperceivedthenightairtobeladenwithaheavymutteringofthenameofMerdle,coupledwitheveryformofexecration。

  ForbythattimeitwasknownthatthelateMrMerdle’scomplainthadbeensimplyForgeryandRobbery。He,theuncouthobjectofsuchwide-spreadadulation,thesitteratgreatmen’sfeasts,theroc’seggofgreatladies’assemblies,thesubduerofexclusiveness,thelevellerofpride,thepatronofpatrons,thebargain-driverwithaMinisterforLordshipsoftheCircumlocutionOffice,therecipientofmoreacknowledgmentwithinsometenorfifteenyears,atmost,thanhadbeenbestowedinEnglanduponallpeacefulpublicbenefactors,anduponalltheleadersofalltheArtsandSciences,withalltheirworkstotestifyforthem,duringtwocenturiesatleast——he,theshiningwonder,thenewconstellationtobefollowedbythewisemenbringinggifts,untilitstoppedoveracertaincarrionatthebottomofabathanddisappeared——wassimplythegreatestForgerandthegreatestThiefthatevercheatedthegallows。

  ReapingtheWhirlwindWithaprecursorysoundofhurriedbreathandhurriedfeet,MrPancksrushedintoArthurClennam’sCounting-house。TheInquestwasover,theletterwaspublic,theBankwasbroken,theothermodelstructuresofstrawhadtakenfireandwereturnedtosmoke。

  Theadmiredpiraticalshiphadblownup,inthemidstofavastfleetofshipsofallrates,andboatsofallsizes;andonthedeepwasnothingbutruin;nothingbutburninghulls,burstingmagazines,greatgunsself-explodedtearingfriendsandneighbourstopieces,drowningmenclingingtounseaworthysparsandgoingdowneveryminute,spentswimmersfloatingdead,andsharks。

  TheusualdiligenceandorderoftheCounting-houseattheWorkswereoverthrown。Unopenedlettersandunsortedpaperslaystrewnaboutthedesk。Inthemidstofthesetokensofprostratedenergyanddismissedhope,themasteroftheCounting-housestoodidleinhisusualplace,withhisarmscrossedonthedesk,andhisheadboweddownuponthem。

  MrPancksrushedinandsawhim,andstoodstill。Inanotherminute,MrPancks’sarmswereonthedesk,andMrPancks’sheadwasboweddownuponthem;andforsometimetheyremainedintheseattitudes,idleandsilent,withthewidthofthelittleroombetweenthem。MrPanckswasthefirsttoliftuphisheadandspeak。

  ’Ipersuadedyoutoit,MrClennam。Iknowit。Saywhatyouwill。

  Youcan’tsaymoretomethanIsaytomyself。Youcan’tsaymorethanIdeserve。’

  ’O,Pancks,Pancks!’returnedClennam,’don’tspeakofdeserving。

  WhatdoImyselfdeserve!’

  ’Betterluck,’saidPancks。

  ’I,’pursuedClennam,withoutattendingtohim,’whohaveruinedmypartner!Pancks,Pancks,IhaveruinedDoyce!Thehonest,self-

  helpful,indefatigableoldmanwhohasworkedhiswayallthroughhislife;themanwhohascontendedagainstsomuchdisappointment,andwhohasbroughtoutofitsuchagoodandhopefulnature;themanIhavefeltsomuchfor,andmeanttobesotrueandusefulto;

  Ihaveruinedhim——broughthimtoshameanddisgrace——ruinedhim,ruinedhim!’

  Theagonyintowhichthereflectionwroughthismindwassodistressingtosee,thatMrPanckstookholdofhimselfbythehairofhishead,andtoreitindesperationatthespectacle。

  ’Reproachme!’criedPancks。’Reproachme,sir,orI’lldomyselfaninjury。Say,——Youfool,youvillain。Say,——Ass,howcouldyoudoit;Beast,whatdidyoumeanbyit!Catchholdofmesomewhere。

  Saysomethingabusivetome!’Allthetime,MrPanckswastearingathistoughhairinamostpitilessandcruelmanner。

  ’Ifyouhadneveryieldedtothisfatalmania,Pancks,’saidClennam,moreincommiserationthanretaliation,’itwouldhavebeenhowmuchbetterforyou,andhowmuchbetterforme!’

  ’Atmeagain,sir!’criedPancks,grindinghisteethinremorse。

  ’Atmeagain!’

  ’Ifyouhadnevergoneintothoseaccursedcalculations,andbroughtoutyourresultswithsuchabominableclearness,’groanedClennam,’itwouldhavebeenhowmuchbetterforyou,Pancks,andhowmuchbetterforme!’

  ’Atmeagain,sir!’exclaimedPancks,looseninghisholdofhishair;’atmeagain,andagain!’

  Clennam,however,findinghimalreadybeginningtobepacified,hadsaidallhewantedtosay,andmore。Hewrunghishand,onlyadding,’Blindleadersoftheblind,Pancks!Blindleadersoftheblind!ButDoyce,Doyce,Doyce;myinjuredpartner!’Thatbroughthisheaddownonthedeskoncemore。

  TheirformerattitudesandtheirformersilencewereoncemorefirstencroacheduponbyPancks。

  ’Notbeentobed,sir,sinceitbegantogetabout。Beenhighandlow,onthechanceoffindingsomehopeofsavinganycindersfromthefire。Allinvain。Allgone。Allvanished。’

  ’Iknowit,’returnedClennam,’toowell。’

  MrPancksfilledupapausewithagroanthatcameoutoftheverydepthsofhissoul。

  ’Onlyyesterday,Pancks,’saidArthur;’onlyyesterday,Monday,I

  hadthefixedintentionofselling,realising,andmakinganendofit。’

  ’Ican’tsayasmuchformyself,sir,’returnedPancks。’Thoughit’swonderfulhowmanypeopleI’veheardof,whoweregoingtorealiseyesterday,ofalldaysinthethreehundredandsixty-five,ifithadn’tbeentoolate!’

  Hissteam-likebreathings,usuallydrollintheireffect,weremoretragicthansomanygroans:whilefromheadtofoot,hewasinthatbegrimed,besmeared,neglectedstate,thathemighthavebeenanauthenticportraitofMisfortunewhichcouldscarcelybediscernedthroughitswantofcleaning。

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