A drabble based on Little Dorrit. Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
On the Lock
Mr. Chivery was on the lock the day they brought Mr. Clennam in. He wished he hadn't been. He had often seen Mr. Clennam come into the Marshalsea in the old days, to do some kindness or other for old Mr. Dorrit. But never like that, with his face all white and that dazed, sort of stricken look in his eyes. Mr. Chivery had seen that look on a good many gentleman's faces over the years. He would have given a great deal—would have paid the debts himself, if he could—not to have seen it on Mr. Clennam's.