“All the debts for which he has been imprisoned here, all my life and longer?”
“No doubt.”
There was something of uncertainty and remonstrance in her look; something that was not all satisfaction. He wondered to detect it, and said:
“You are glad that he should do so?”
“Are you?” asked Little Dorrit wistfully.
“Am I? Most heartily glad!”
“Then I know I ought to be.”
“And are you not?”
“It seems to me hard,” said Little Dorrit, “that he should have lost so many years and suffered so much, and at last pay all the debts as well. It seems to me hard that he should pay in life and money both.”
“My dear child——” Clennam was beginning.