SECTION B: PROSE CHARLES DICKENS: Hard Times Remember to support your ideas with details from the writing. Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: 'Mrs Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you.' It was not by any wonderful accident that Mr Harthouse found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. 'Your brother. My young friend Tom – ' Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. 'I never in my life,' he thought, 'saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!' His face betrayed his thoughts — perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. 'Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful — Tom should be so proud of it – I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire.' 'Being so impulsive,' she said composedly. 'Mrs Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever.' 'I am waiting,' she returned, 'for your further reference to my brother.' 'You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false – not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him.' 'Have you an interest in anything, Mr Harthouse?' she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. 'If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now – even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity – yes.' She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, ‘Mr Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother.' 'Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs Bounderby, expresses such charming self- forgetfulness on his account – pardon me again – I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for my own sake.' She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. 'Mrs Bounderby,' he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; 'it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive — a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?' 'Yes.' 'Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?' 'I think he makes bets.' Mr Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, 'I know he does.' 'Of course he loses?' 'Yes.' 'Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?' She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. 'Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. - Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?' She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. [from Book 2 Chapter 7] What does Dickens make you feel towards Harthouse and Louisa at this moment in the novel?