It would be worth no man's while to mislead me; it would really be too easy--too poor a success, to yield any satisfaction.

The young woman whom you saw go in here is my brother's child.

My brother is William Dorrit; I am Frederick.

You say you have seen her at your mother's (I know your mother befriends her), you have felt an interest in her, and you wish to know what she does here.

Come and see.' He went on again, and Arthur accompanied him.
'My brother,' said the old man, pausing on the step and slowly facing round again, 'has been here many years; and much that happens even among ourselves, out of doors, is kept from him for reasons that I needn't enter upon now.