“Does it disgrace anybody,” said Little Dorrit, very gently, “to take care of this poor old man?” “Yes, miss,” returned her sister, “and you ought to know it does. And you do know it does. And you do it because you know it does. The principal pleasure of your life is to remind your family of their misfortunes. And the next great pleasure of your existence is to keep low company. But, however, if you have no sense of decency, I have. You’ll please to allow me to go on the other side of the way, unmolested.”
