‘Miss—? Oh, you call her Wade,’ returned Mr Casby. ‘Highly proper.’
Arthur quickly returned, ‘What do you call her?’
‘Wade,’ said Mr Casby. ‘Oh, always Wade.’
After looking at the philanthropic visage and the long silky white hair for a few seconds, during which Mr Casby twirled his thumbs, and smiled at the fire as if he were benevolently wishing it to burn him that he might forgive it, Arthur began:
‘I beg your pardon, Mr Casby—’
‘Not so, not so,’ said the Patriarch, ‘not so.’
‘—But, Miss Wade had an attendant with her—a young woman brought up by friends of mine, over whom her influence is not considered very salutary, and to whom I should be glad to have the opportunity of giving the assurance that she has not yet forfeited the interest of those protectors.’
‘Really, really?’ returned the Patriarch.
‘Will you therefore be so good as to give me the address of Miss Wade?’
‘Dear, dear, dear!’ said the Patriarch, ‘how very unfortunate! If you had only sent in to me when they were here! I observed the young woman, Mr Clennam. A fine full-coloured young woman, Mr Clennam, with very dark hair and very dark eyes. If I mistake not, if I mistake not?’