I dont exactly know, said Mr. Bounderby, how I come to be favoured with the attendance of the present company, but I dont inquire. When theyre quite satisfied, perhaps theyll be so good as to disperse; whether theyre satisfied or not, perhaps theyll be so good as to disperse. Im not bound to deliver a lecture on my family affairs, I have not undertaken to do it, and Im not a going to do it. Therefore those who expect any explanation whatever upon that branch of the subject, will be disappointed - particularly Tom Gradgrind, and he cant know it too soon. In reference to the Bank robbery, there has been a mistake made, concerning my mother .
If there hadnt been over-officiousness it wouldnt have been made, and I hate over-officiousness at all times, whether or no. Good evening!Although Mr. Bounderby carried it off in these terms, holding the door open for the company to depart, there was a blustering sheepishness upon him, at once extremely crestfallen and superlatively absurd. Detected as the Bully of humility, who had built his windy reputation upon lies, and in his boastfulness had put the honest truth as far away from him as if he had advanced the mean claim (there is no meaner) to tack himself on to a pedigree, he cut a. With the people filing off at the door he held, who he knew would carry what had passed to the whole town, to be given to the four winds, he could not have looked a Bully more shorn and forlorn, if he had had his ears cropped world university ranking.
Even that unlucky female, Mrs. Sparsit, fallen from her pinnacle of exultation into the Slough of Despond, was not in so bad a plight as that remarkable man and self-made Humbug, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown.Rachael and Sissy, leaving Mrs. Pegler to occupy a bed at her sons for that night, walked together to the gate of Stone Lodge and there parted. Mr. Gradgrind joined them before they had gone very far, and spoke with much interest of Stephen Blackpool; for whom he thought this signal failure of the suspicions against Mrs. Pegler was likely to work well.
As to the whelp; throughout this scene as on all other late occasions, he had stuck close to Bounderby. He seemed to feel that as long as Bounderby could make no discovery without his knowledge, he was so far safe. He never visited his sister, and had only seen her once since she went home: that is to say on the night when he still stuck close to Bounderby, as already related