‘It’s one fellow,’ said Mr Sparkler. ‘I can’t see who—stop though!’
On this second thought he went out into the balcony again and had another look. He came back as the door was opened, and announced that he believed he had identified ‘his governor’s tile.’ He was not mistaken, for his governor, with his tile in his hand, was introduced immediately afterwards.
‘Candles!’ said Mrs Sparkler, with a word of excuse for the darkness.
‘It’s light enough for me,’ said Mr Merdle.
When the candles were brought in, Mr Merdle was discovered standing behind the door, picking his lips. ‘I thought I’d give you a call,’ he said. ‘I am rather particularly occupied just now; and, as I happened to be out for a stroll, I thought I’d give you a call.’
As he was in dinner dress, Fanny asked him where he had been dining?
‘Well,’ said Mr Merdle, ‘I haven’t been dining anywhere, particularly.’
‘Of course you have dined?’ said Fanny.
‘Why—no, I haven’t exactly dined,’ said Mr Merdle.
He had passed his hand over his yellow forehead and considered, as if he were not sure about it. Something to eat was proposed. ‘No, thank you,’ said Mr Merdle, ‘I don’t feel inclined for it. I was to have dined out along with Mrs Merdle. But as I didn’t feel inclined for dinner, I let Mrs Merdle go by herself just as we were getting into the carriage, and thought I’d take a stroll instead.’