‘I don’t know, John.’
‘To talk about you. She said to me, “John, you was always honourable, and if you’ll promise me that you will take care of him, and never let him want for help and comfort when I am not there, my mind will be at rest so far.” I promised her. And I’ll stand by you,’ said John Chivery, ‘for ever!’
Clennam, much affected, stretched out his hand to this honest spirit.
‘Before I take it,’ said John, looking at it, without coming from the door, ‘guess what message Miss Dorrit gave me.’
Clennam shook his head.
‘“Tell him,”’ repeated John, in a distinct, though quavering voice, ‘“that his Little Dorrit sent him her undying love.” Now it’s delivered. Have I been honourable, sir?’
‘Very, very!’
‘Will you tell Miss Dorrit I’ve been honourable, sir?’
‘I will indeed.’
‘There’s my hand, sir,’ said John, ‘and I’ll stand by you forever!’