say?’ said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice.
‘Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there.’
‘Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe,’ said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. ‘I don’t ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?’
‘O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest — O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!’
It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her.
‘And what,’ asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still