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.“Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare—in short, what money I have had.Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves.Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds.I have not been able to give it to him.I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour.I have held no confidence with anyone, because—you anticipated my reason just now.” She abruptly broke off.He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother.“Mrs.Bounderby, though a graceless person, of the world worldly, I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me.I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother.I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors.With all possible respect both for Mr.Gradgrind and for Mr.Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training.Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced—with the very best intentions we have no doubt—upon him.Mr.Bounderby’s fine bluff English independence, though a most charming characteristic, does not—as we have agreed—invite confidence.If I might venture to remark that it is the least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view.”As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words.“All allowance,” he continued, “must be made.I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account.”Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him, What fault was that?“Perhaps,” he returned, “I have said enough.Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me.”“You alarm me, Mr.Harthouse.Pray let me know it.”“To relieve you from needless apprehension—and as this confidence regarding your brother, which I prize, I am sure, above all possible things, has been established between us—I obey.I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend, of the devotion of his best friend, of her unselfishness, of her sacrifice.The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one.What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice.Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs.Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence.”The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffused with tears.They rose from a deep well, long concealed, and her heart was filled with acute pain that found no relief in them.“In a word, it is to correct your brother in this, Mrs.Bounderby, that I must aspire.My better knowledge of his circumstances, and my direction and advice in extricating them—rather valuable, I hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale—will give me some influence over him, and all I gain I shall certainly use towards this end.I have said enough, and more than enough.I seem to be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort.Yonder, among the trees,” he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about (for he had watched her closely until now) “is your brother himself, no doubt, just come down.As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may be as well, perhaps, to walk towards him and throw ourselves in his way.He has been very silent and doleful of late.Perhaps his brotherly conscience is touched—if there are such things as consciences.Though, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in them.”He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp.He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along, or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick.He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed.“Halloa!” he stammered.“I didn’t know you were here.”“Whose name, Tom,” said Mr
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