don’tknowwhatImean!’HereFloratitteredconfusedly，andgavehimoneofheroldglances。
ThePatriarch，asifhenowbegantoperceivethathispartinthepiecewastogetoffthestageassoonasmightbe，rose，andwenttothedoorbywhichPanckshadworkedout，hailingthatTugbyname。HereceivedananswerfromsomelittleDockbeyond，andwastowedoutofsightdirectly。
’Youmustn’tthinkofgoingyet，’saidFlora——Arthurhadlookedathishat，beinginaludicrousdismay，andnotknowingwhattodo：
’youcouldneverbesounkindastothinkofgoing，Arthur——ImeanMrArthur——orIsupposeMrClennamwouldbefarmoreproper——butI
amsureIdon’tknowwhatIamsaying——withoutawordaboutthedearolddaysgoneforever，whenIcometothinkofitIdaresayitwouldbemuchbetternottospeakofthemandit’shighlyprobablethatyouhavesomemuchmoreagreeableengagementandprayletMebethelastpersonintheworldtointerferewithitthoughtherewasatime，butIamrunningintononsenseagain。’