? ? ? ? 'What clouds?' said Mr. Dick.
? ? ? ? He looked so wistfully into my face, and was so anxious to understand, that I took great pains to answer him slowly and distinctly, as I might have entered on an explanation to a child.
? ? ? ? 'There is some unfortunate division between them,' I replied. 'Some unhappy cause of separation. A secret. It may be inseparable from the discrepancy in their years. It may have grown up out of almost nothing.'
? ? ? ? Mr. Dick, who had told off every sentence with a thoughtful nod, paused when I had done, and sat considering, with his eyes upon my face, and his hand upon my knee.
? ? ? ? 'Doctor not angry with her, Trotwood?' he said, after some time.
? ? ? ? 'No. Devoted to her.'
? ? ? ? 'Then, I have got it, boy!' said Mr. Dick.
? ? ? ? The sudden exultation with which he slapped me on the knee, and leaned back in his chair, with his eyebrows lifted up as high as he could possibly lift them, made me think him farther out of his wits than ever. He became as suddenly grave again, and leaning forward as before, said - first respectfully taking out his pocket-handkerchief, as if it really did represent my aunt:
? ? ? ? 'Most wonderful woman in the world, Trotwood. Why has she done nothing to set things right?'
? ? ? ? 'Too delicate and difficult a subject for such interference,' I replied.
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