Dombey noticed his strange behavior, and asked him
the cause, on which he muttered something about "Auction lunch--
infernal champagne," and some other incoherent exclamations,
altogether unintelligible to his unsuspicious wife. When he and his
paramour got outside they walked along in gloomy silence for several
minutes--at last he addressed her: "Is it not strange that this child,
whom I had thought far removed from me and mine, should be brought
even into my own house, and eat at my table?"
"Oh, it is fearful; only think what would be the consequence if an
intimacy should spring up between her and Charles!"
"Yes, I must send him away at once."
Mrs. Trotter reminded him that this step was unnecessary, as
Miss Montague left the next day for Chicago to fulfil a professional
engagement. He heaved a sigh of relief, and then, with a passionate
tug at Mrs. Trotter's door bell, turned to go away.
"Will you not come in a while, Jack?" she said.
"No, he replied, Clara (Mrs. Dombey) would suspect something. She
looked at me very strangely this evening."
"But you will come to-morrow," rejoined the temptress.
"Yes, I will look in on my way up from the office," he said.
"Good night."
"Good night, Jack," said she.
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