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’
I
was
abashed
at
having
made
so
great
a
mistake
,
and
was
glad
to
change
the
subject
.
Fortunately
it
was
not
difficult
to
do
,
for
Steerforth
could
always
pass
from
one
subject
to
another
with
a
carelessness
and
lightness
that
were
his
own
.
Lunch
succeeded
to
our
sight
-
seeing
,
and
the
short
winter
day
wore
away
so
fast
,
that
it
was
dusk
when
the
stage
-
coach
stopped
with
us
at
an
old
brick
house
at
Highgate
on
the
summit
of
the
hill
.
An
elderly
lady
,
though
not
very
far
advanced
in
years
,
with
a
proud
carriage
and
a
handsome
face
,
was
in
the
doorway
as
we
alighted
;
and
greeting
Steerforth
as
‘
My
dearest
James
,
’
folded
him
in
her
arms
.
To
this
lady
he
presented
me
as
his
mother
,
and
she
gave
me
a
stately
welcome
.
It
was
a
genteel
old
-
fashioned
house
,
very
quiet
and
orderly
.
From
the
windows
of
my
room
I
saw
all
London
lying
in
the
distance
like
a
great
vapour
,
with
here
and
there
some
lights
twinkling
through
it
.
I
had
only
time
,
in
dressing
,
to
glance
at
the
solid
furniture
,
the
framed
pieces
of
work
(
done
,
I
supposed
,
by
Steerforth
’
s
mother
when
she
was
a
girl
)
,
and
some
pictures
in
crayons
of
ladies
with
powdered
hair
and
bodices
,
coming
and
going
on
the
walls
,
as
the
newly
-
kindled
fire
crackled
and
sputtered
,
when
I
was
called
to
dinner
.
There
was
a
second
lady
in
the
dining
-
room
,
of
a
slight
short
figure
,
dark
,
and
not
agreeable
to
look
at
,
but
with
some
appearance
of
good
looks
too
,
who
attracted
my
attention
:
perhaps
because
I
had
not
expected
to
see
her
;
perhaps
because
I
found
myself
sitting
opposite
to
her
;
perhaps
because
of
something
really
remarkable
in
her
.
She
had
black
hair
and
eager
black
eyes
,
and
was
thin
,
and
had
a
scar
upon
her
lip
.
It
was
an
old
scar
—
I
should
rather
call
it
seam
,
for
it
was
not
discoloured
,
and
had
healed
years
ago
—
which
had
once
cut
through
her
mouth
,
downward
towards
the
chin
,
but
was
now
barely
visible
across
the
table
,
except
above
and
on
her
upper
lip
,
the
shape
of
which
it
had
altered
.
I
concluded
in
my
own
mind
that
she
was
about
thirty
years
of
age
,
and
that
she
wished
to
be
married
.
She
was
a
little
dilapidated
—
like
a
house
—
with
having
been
so
long
to
let
;
yet
had
,
as
I
have
said
,
an
appearance
of
good
looks
.
Her
thinness
seemed
to
be
the
effect
of
some
wasting
fire
within
her
,
which
found
a
vent
in
her
gaunt
eyes
.
She
was
introduced
as
Miss
Dartle
,
and
both
Steerforth
and
his
mother
called
her
Rosa
.
I
found
that
she
lived
there
,
and
had
been
for
a
long
time
Mrs
.
Steerforth
’
s
companion
.
It
appeared
to
me
that
she
never
said
anything
she
wanted
to
say
,
outright
;
but
hinted
it
,
and
made
a
great
deal
more
of
it
by
this
practice
.
For
example
,
when
Mrs
.
Steerforth
observed
,
more
in
jest
than
earnest
,
that
she
feared
her
son
led
but
a
wild
life
at
college
,
Miss
Dartle
put
in
thus
:
‘
Oh
,
really
?
You
know
how
ignorant
I
am
,
and
that
I
only
ask
for
information
,
but
isn
’
t
it
always
so
?
I
thought
that
kind
of
life
was
on
all
hands
understood
to
be
—
eh
?
’
‘
It
is
education
for
a
very
grave
profession
,
if
you
mean
that
,
Rosa
,
’
Mrs
.
Steerforth
answered
with
some
coldness
.
‘
Oh
!
Yes
!
That
’
s
very
true
,
’
returned
Miss
Dartle
.
‘
But
isn
’
t
it
,
though
?
—
I
want
to
be
put
right
,
if
I
am
wrong
—
isn
’
t
it
,
really
?
’
‘
Really
what
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Steerforth
.
