aliving
.
Granted
.
But
it
's
better
than
nothing
,
and
better
than
enlistment
.
You
want
time
.
There
must
be
time
for
these
late
affairs
to
blow
over
.
You
might
live
through
it
on
much
worse
terms
than
by
writing
for
Snagsby
.
”
Mr.
Jobling
is
about
to
interrupt
,
when
the
sagacious
Smallweed
checks
him
with
a
dry
cough
,
and
the
words
,
“
Hem
!
Shakspeare
!
”
“
There
are
two
branches
to
this
subject
,
Jobling
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
That
is
the
first
.
I
come
to
the
second
.
You
know
Krook
,
the
Chancellor
,
across
the
lane
.
Come
,
Jobling
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
in
his
encouraging
cross-examination-tone
,
“
I
think
you
know
Krook
,
the
Chancellor
,
across
the
lane
?
”
“
I
know
him
by
sight
,
”
says
Mr.
Jobling
.
“
You
know
him
by
sight
.
Very
well
.
And
you
know
little
Flite
?
”
“
Everybody
knows
her
,
”
says
Mr.
Jobling
.
“
Everybody
knows
her
.
Very
well
.
Now
it
has
been
one
of
my
duties
of
late
,
to
pay
Flite
a
certain
weekly
allowance
,
deducting
from
it
the
amount
of
her
weekly
rent
:
which
I
have
paid
(
in
consequence
of
instructions
I
have
received
)
to
Krook
himself
,
regularly
,
in
her
presence
.
This
has
brought
me
into
communication
with
Krook
,
and
into
a
knowledge
of
his
house
and
his
habits
.
I
know
he
has
a
room
to
let
.
You
may
live
there
,
at
a
very
low
charge
,
under
any
name
you
like
;
as
quietly
as
if
you
were
a
hundred
miles
off
.
He
'll
ask
no
questions
;
and
would
accept
you
as
a
tenant
,
at
a
word
from
me
—
before
the
clock
strikes
,
if
you
chose
.
And
I
'll
tell
you
another
thing
,
Jobling
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
who
has
suddenly
lowered
his
voice
,
and
become
familiar
again
,
“
he
's
an
extraordinary
old
chap
—
always
rummaging
among
a
litter
of
papers
,
and
grubbing
away
at
teaching
himself
to
read
and
write
;
without
getting
on
a
bit
,
as
it
seems
to
me
.
He
is
a
most
extraordinary
old
chap
,
sir
.
I
do
n't
know
but
what
it
might
be
worth
a
fellow
's
while
to
look
him
up
a
bit
.
”
“
You
do
n't
mean
—
?
”
Mr.
Jobling
begins
.
“
I
mean
,
”
returns
Mr.
Guppy
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
with
becoming
modesty
,
“
that
I
ca
n't
make
him
out
.
I
appeal
to
our
mutual
friend
Smallweed
,
whether
he
has
or
has
not
heard
me
remark
,
that
I
ca
n't
make
him
out
.
”
Mr.
Smallweed
bears
the
concise
testimony
,
“
A
few
!
”
“
I
have
seen
something
of
the
profession
,
and
something
of
life
,
Tony
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
“
and
it
's
seldom
I
ca
n't
make
a
man
out
,
more
or
less
.
But
such
an
old
card
as
this
;
so
deep
,
so
sly
,
and
secret
(
though
I
do
n't
believe
he
is
ever
sober
)
;
I
never
came
across
.
Now
,
he
must
be
precious
old
,
you
know
,
and
he
has
not
a
soul
about
him
,
and
he
is
reported
to
be
immensely
rich
;
and
whether
he
is
a
smuggler
,
or
a
receiver
,
or
an
unlicensed
pawnbroker
,
or
a
money-lender
—
all
of
which
I
have
thought
likely
at
different
times
—
it
might
pay
you
to
knock
up
a
sort
of
knowledge
of
him
.
I
do
n't
see
why
you
should
n't
go
in
for
it
,
when
everything
else
suits
.
”
Mr.
Jobling
,
Mr.
Guppy
,
and
Mr.
Smallweed
,
all
lean
their
elbows
on
the
table
,
and
their
chins
upon
their
hands
,
and
look
at
the
ceiling
.
After
a
time
,
they
all
drink
,
slowly
lean
back
,
put
their
hands
in
their
pockets
,
and
look
at
one
another
.
“
If
I
had
the
energy
I
once
possessed
,
Tony
!
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
with
a
sigh
.
“
But
there
are
chords
in
the
human
mind
—
”
Expressing
the
remainder
of
the
desolate
sentiment
in
rum
and
water
,
Mr.
Guppy
concludes
by
resigning
the
adventure
to
Tony
Jobling
,
and
informing
him
that
,
during
the
vacation
and
while
things
are
slack
,
his
purse
,
“
as
far
as
three
or
four
or
even
five
pound
goes
,
”
will
be
at
his
disposal
.
“
For
never
shall
it
be
said
,
”
Mr.
Guppy
adds
with
emphasis
,
“
that
William
Guppy
turned
his
back
upon
his
friend
!
”
The
latter
part
of
the
proposal
is
so
directly
to
the
purpose
,
that
Mr.
Jobling
says
with
emotion
,
“
Guppy
,
my
trump
,
your
fist
!
”
Mr.
Guppy
presents
it
,
saying
,
“
Jobling
,
my
boy
,
there
it
is
!
”
Mr.
Jobling
returns
.
“
Guppy
,
we
have
been
pals
now
for
some
years
!
”
Mr.
Guppy
replies
,
“
Jobling
,
we
have
.
”
They
then
shake
hands
,
and
Mr.
Jobling
adds
in
a
feeling
manner
,
“
Thank
you
,
Guppy
,
I
do
n't
know
but
what
I
will
take
another
glass
,
for
old
acquaintance
sake
.
”
“
Krook
's
last
lodger
died
there
,
”
observes
Mr.
Guppy
,
in
an
incidental
way
.
“
Did
he
though
!
”
says
Mr.
Jobling
.
“
There
was
a
verdict
.
Accidental
death
.
You
do
n't
mind
that
?
”
“
No
,
”
says
Mr.
Jobling
,
“
I
do
n't
mind
it
;
but
he
might
as
well
have
died
somewhere
else
.
It
's
devilish
odd
that
he
need
go
and
die
at
my
place
!
”
Mr.
Jobling
quite
resents
this
liberty
;
several
times
returning
to
it
with
such
remarks
as
,
“
There
are
places
enough
to
die
in
,
I
should
think
!
”
or
,
“
He
would
n't
have
liked
my
dying
at
his
place
,
I
dare
say
!
”
However
,
the
compact
being
virtually
made
,
Mr.
Guppy
proposes
to
dispatch
the
trusty
Smallweed
to
ascertain
if
Mr.
Krook
is
at
home
,
as
in
that
case
they
may
complete
the
negotiation
without
delay
.
Mr.
Jobling
approving
,
Smallweed
puts
himself
under
the
tall
hat
and
conveys
it
out
of
the
dining-rooms
in
the
Guppy
manner
.
He
soon
returns
with
the
intelligence
that
Mr.
Krook
is
at
home
,
and
that
he
has
seen
him
through
the
shop-door
,
sitting
in
his
back
premises
,
sleeping
,
“
like
one
o'clock
.
”
“
Then
I
'll
pay
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
“
and
we
'll
go
and
see
him
.
Small
,
what
will
it
be
?
”
Mr.
Smallweed
,
compelling
the
attendance
of
the
waitress
with
one
hitch
of
his
eyelash
,
instantly
replies
as
follows
:
“
Four
veals
and
hams
is
three
,
and
four
potatoes
is
three
and
four
,
and
one
summer
cabbage
is
three
and
six
,
and
three
marrows
is
four
and
six
,
and
six
breads
is
five
,
and
three
Cheshires
is
five
and
three
,
and
four
pints
of
half-and-half
is
six
and
three
,
and
four
small
rums
is
eight
and
three
,
and
three
Pollys
is
eight
and
six
.
Eight
and
six
in
half
a
sovereign
,
Polly
,
and
eighteenpence
out
!
”
Not
at
all
excited
by
these
stupendous
calculations
,
Smallweed
dismisses
his
friends
with
a
cool
nod
,
and
remains
behind
to
take
a
little
admiring
notice
of
Polly
,
as
opportunity
may
serve
,
and
to
read
the
daily
papers
:
which
are
so
very
large
in
proportion
to
himself
,
shorn
of
his
hat
,
that
when
he
holds
up
The
Times
to
run
his
eye
over
the
columns
,
he
seems
to
have
retired
for
the
night
,
and
to
have
disappeared
under
the
bedclothes
.
Mr.
Guppy
and
Mr.
Jobling
repair
to
the
rag
and
bottle
shop
,
where
they
find
Krook
still
sleeping
like
one
o'clock
;
that
is
to
say
,
breathing
stertorously
with
his
chin
upon
his
breast
,
and
quite
insensible
to
any
external
sounds
,
or
even
to
gentle
shaking
.
On
the
table
beside
him
,
among
the
usual
lumber
,
stand
an
empty
gin
bottle
and
a
glass
.
The
unwholesome
air
is
so
stained
with
this
liquor
,
that
even
the
green
eyes
of
the
cat
upon
her
shelf
,
as
they
open
and
shut
and
glimmer
on
the
visitors
,
look
drunk
.
“
Hold
up
here
!
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
giving
the
relaxed
figure
of
the
old
man
another
shake
.
“
Mr.
Krook
!
Halloa
,
sir
!
”
But
it
would
seem
as
easy
to
wake
a
bundle
of
old
clothes
,
with
a
spirituous
heat
smouldering
in
it
.
“
Did
you
ever
see
such
a
stupor
as
he
falls
into
,
between
drink
and
sleep
?
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
If
this
is
his
regular
sleep
,
”
returns
Jobling
,
rather
alarmed
,
“
it
'll
last
a
long
time
one
of
these
days
,
I
am
thinking
.
”
“
It
's
always
more
like
a
fit
than
a
nap
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
shaking
him
again
.
“
Halloa
,
your
lordship
!
Why
he
might
be
robbed
,
fifty
times
over
!
Open
your
eyes
!
”
After
much
ado
,
he
opens
them
,
but
without
appearing
to
see
his
visitors
,
or
any
other
objects
.
Though
he
crosses
one
leg
on
another
,
and
folds
his
hands
,
and
several
times
closes
and
opens
his
parched
lips
,
he
seems
to
all
intents
and
purposes
as
insensible
as
before
.
“
He
is
alive
,
at
any
rate
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
How
are
you
,
my
Lord
Chancellor
.
I
have
brought
a
friend
of
mine
,
sir
,
on
a
little
matter
of
business
.
”
The
old
man
still
sits
,
often
smacking
his
dry
lips
,
without
the
least
consciousness
.
After
some
minutes
,
he
makes
an
attempt
to
rise
.
They
help
him
up
,
and
he
staggers
against
the
wall
,
and
stares
at
them
.
“
How
do
you
do
,
Mr.
Krook
?
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
in
some
discomfiture
.
“
How
do
you
do
,
sir
?
You
are
looking
charming
,
Mr.
Krook
.
I
hope
you
are
pretty
well
?
”
The
old
man
,
in
aiming
a
purposeless
blow
at
Mr.
Guppy
,
or
at
nothing
,
feebly
swings
himself
round
,
and
comes
with
his
face
against
the
wall
.
So
he
remains
for
a
minute
or
two
,
heaped
up
against
it
;
and
then
staggers
down
the
shop
to
the
front
door
.
The
air
,
the
movement
in
the
court
,
the
lapse
of
time
,
or
the
combination
of
these
things
,
recovers
him
.
He
comes
back
pretty
steadily
,
adjusting
his
fur-cap
on
his
head
,
and
looking
keenly
at
them
.
“
Your
servant
,
gentlemen
;
I
've
been
dozing
.
Hi
!
I
am
hard
to
wake
,
odd
times
.
”
“
Rather
so
,
indeed
,
sir
,
”
responds
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
What
?
You
've
been
a-trying
to
do
it
,
have
you
?
”
says
the
suspicious
Krook
.
“
Only
a
little
,
”
Mr.
Guppy
explains
.
The
old
man
's
eye
resting
on
the
empty
bottle
,
he
takes
it
up
,
examines
it
,
and
slowly
tilts
it
upside
down
.
“
I
say
!
”
he
cries
,
like
the
Hobgoblin
in
the
story
.
“
Somebody
's
been
making
free
here
!
”
“
I
assure
you
we
found
it
so
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
Would
you
allow
me
to
get
it
filled
for
you
?
”
“
Yes
,
certainly
I
would
!
”
cries
Krook
,
in
high
glee
.
“
Certainly
I
would
!
Do
n't
mention
it
!
Get
it
filled
next
door
—
Sol
's
Arms
—
the
Lord
Chancellor
's
fourteenpenny
.
Bless
you
,
they
know
me
!
”
He
so
presses
the
empty
bottle
upon
Mr.
Guppy
,
that
that
gentleman
,
with
a
nod
to
his
friend
,
accepts
the
trust
,
and
hurries
out
and
hurries
in
again
with
the
bottle
filled
.
The
old
man
receives
it
in
his
arms
like
a
beloved
grandchild
,
and
pats
it
tenderly
.
“
But
,
I
say
!
”
he
whispers
,
with
his
eyes
screwed
up
,
after
tasting
it
,
“
this
ai
n't
the
Lord
Chancellor
's
fourteenpenny
.
This
is
eighteenpenny
!
”
“
I
thought
you
might
like
that
better
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
You
're
a
nobleman
,
sir
,
”
returns
Krook
,
with
another
taste
—
and
his
hot
breath
seems
to
come
towards
them
like
a
flame
.
“
You
're
a
baron
of
the
land
.
”
Taking
advantage
of
this
auspicious
moment
,
Mr.
Guppy
presents
his
friend
under
the
impromptu
name
of
Mr.
Weevle
,
and
states
the
object
of
their
visit
.
Krook
,
with
his
bottle
under
his
arm
(
he
never
gets
beyond
a
certain
point
of
either
drunkenness
or
sobriety
)
,
takes
time
to
survey
his
proposed
lodger
,
and
seems
to
approve
of
him
.
“
You
'd
like
to
see
the
room
,
young
man
?
”
he
says
.
“
Ah
!
It
's
a
good
room
!
Been
whitewashed
.
Been
cleaned
down
with
soft
soap
and
soda
.
Hi
!
It
's
worth
twice
the
rent
;
letting
alone
my
company
when
you
want
it
,
and
such
a
cat
to
keep
the
mice
away
.
”
Commending
the
room
after
this
manner
,
the
old
man
takes
them
upstairs
,
where
indeed
they
do
find
it
cleaner
than
it
used
to
be
,
and
also
containing
some
old
articles
of
furniture
which
he
has
dug
up
from
his
inexhaustible
stores
.
The
terms
are
easily
concluded
—
for
the
Lord
Chancellor
cannot
be
hard
on
Mr.
Guppy
,
associated
as
he
is
with
Kenge
and
Carboy
,
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
,
and
other
famous
claims
on
his
professional
consideration
—
and
it
is
agreed
that
Mr.
Weevle
shall
take
possession
on
the
morrow
.
Mr.
Weevle
and
Mr.
Guppy
then
repair
to
Cook
's
Court
,
Cursitor
Street
,
where
the
personal
introduction
of
the
former
to
Mr.
Snagsby
is
effected
,
and
(
more
important
)
the
vote
and
interest
of
Mrs.
Snagsby
are
secured
.
They
then
report
progress
to
the
eminent
Smallweed
,
waiting
at
the
office
in
his
tall
hat
for
that
purpose
,
and
separate
;
Mr.
Guppy
explaining
that
he
would
terminate
his
little
entertainment
by
standing
treat
at
the
play
,
but
that
there
are
chords
in
the
human
mind
which
would
render
it
a
hollow
mockery
.
On
the
morrow
,
in
the
dusk
of
evening
,
Mr.
Weevle
modestly
appears
at
Krook
's
,
by
no
means
incommoded
with
luggage
,
and
establishes
himself
in
his
new
lodging
;
where
the
two
eyes
in
the
shutters
stare
at
him
in
his
sleep
,
as
if
they
were
full
of
wonder
.
On
the
following
day
Mr.
Weevle
,
who
is
a
handy
good-for-nothing
kind
of
young
fellow
,
borrows
a
needle
and
thread
of
Miss
Flite
,
and
a
hammer
of
his
landlord
,
and
goes
to
work
devising
apologies
for
window-curtains
,
and
knocking
up
apologies
for
shelves
,
and
hanging
up
his
two
teacups
,
milkpot
,
and
crockery
sundries
on
a
pennyworth
of
little
hooks
,
like
a
shipwrecked
sailor
making
the
best
of
it
.
But
what
Mr.
Weevle
prizes
most
,
of
all
his
few
possessions
(
next
after
his
light
whiskers
,
for
which
he
has
an
attachment
that
only
whiskers
can
awaken
in
the
breast
of
man
)
,
is
a
choice
collection
of
copper-plate
impressions
from
that
truly
national
work
,
The
Divinities
of
Albion
,
or
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
,
representing
ladies
of
title
and
fashion
in
every
variety
of
smirk
that
art
,
combined
with
capital
,
is
capable
of
producing
.
With
these
magnificent
portraits
,
unworthily
confined
in
a
band-box
during
his
seclusion
among
the
market-gardens
,
he
decorates
his
apartment
;
and
as
the
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
wears
every
variety
of
fancy-dress
,
plays
every
variety
of
musical
instrument
,
fondles
every
variety
of
dog
,
ogles
every
variety
of
prospect
,
and
is
backed
up
by
every
variety
of
flower-pot
and
balustrade
,
the
result
is
very
imposing
.
But
,
fashion
is
Mr.
Weevle
's
,
as
it
was
Tony
Jobling
's
weakness
.
To
borrow
yesterday
's
paper
from
the
Sol
's
Arms
of
an
evening
,
and
read
about
the
brilliant
and
distinguished
meteors
that
are
shooting
across
the
fashionable
sky
in
every
direction
,
is
unspeakable
consolation
to
him
.
To
know
what
member
of
what
brilliant
and
distinguished
circle
accomplished
the
brilliant
and
distinguished
feat
of
joining
it
yesterday
,
or
contemplates
the
no
less
brilliant
and
distinguished
feat
of
leaving
it
to-morrow
,
gives
him
a
thrill
of
joy
.
To
be
informed
what
the
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
is
about
,
and
means
to
be
about
,
and
what
Galaxy
marriages
are
on
the
tapis
,
and
what
Galaxy
rumours
are
in
circulation
,
is
to
become
acquainted
with
the
most
glorious
destinies
of
mankind
.
Mr.
Weevle
reverts
from
this
intelligence
,
to
the
Galaxy
portraits
implicated
;
and
seems
to
know
the
originals
,
and
to
be
known
of
them
.
For
the
rest
he
is
a
quiet
lodger
,
full
of
handy
shifts
and
devices
as
before
mentioned
,
able
to
cook
and
clean
for
himself
as
well
as
to
carpenter
,
and
developing
social
inclinations
after
the
shades
of
evening
have
fallen
on
the
court
.
At
those
times
,
when
he
is
not
visited
by
Mr.
Guppy
,
or
by
a
small
light
in
his
likeness
quenched
in
a
dark
hat
,
he
comes
out
of
his
dull
room
—
where
he
has
inherited
the
deal
wilderness
of
desk
bespattered
with
a
rain
of
ink
—
and
talks
to
Krook
,
or
is
“
very
free
,
”
as
they
call
it
in
the
court
,
commendingly
,
with
any
one
disposed
for
conversation
.
Wherefore
,
Mrs.
Piper
,
who
leads
the
court
,
is
impelled
to
offer
two
remarks
to
Mrs.
Perkins
:
Firstly
,
that
if
her
Johnny
was
to
have
whiskers
,
she
could
wish
'
em
to
be
identically
like
that
young
man
's
;
and
secondly
,
Mark
my
words
,
Mrs.
Perkins
,
ma'am
,
and
do
n't
you
be
surprised
Lord
bless
you
,
if
that
young
man
comes
in
at
last
for
old
Krook
's
money
!
CHAPTER
XXI
.
THE
SMALLWEED
FAMILY
.
IN
a
rather
ill-favored
and
ill-savored
neighbourhood
,
though
one
of
its
rising
grounds
bears
the
name
of
Mount
Pleasant
,
the
Elfin
Smallweed
,
christened
Bartholomew
,
and
known
on
the
domestic
hearth
as
Bart
,
passes
that
limited
portion
of
his
time
on
which
the
office
and
its
contingencies
have
no
claim
.
He
dwells
in
a
little
narrow
street
,
always
solitary
,
shady
,
and
sad
,
closely
bricked
in
on
all
sides
like
a
tomb
,
but
where
there
yet
lingers
the
stump
of
an
old
forest
tree
,
whose
flavor
is
about
as
fresh
and
natural
as
the
Smallweed
smack
of
youth
.
There
has
been
only
one
child
in
the
Smallweed
family
for
several
generations
.
Little
old
men
and
women
there
have
been
,
but
no
child
,
until
Mr.
Smallweed
's
grandmother
,
now
living
,
became
weak
in
her
intellect
,
and
fell
(
for
the
first
time
)
into
a
childish
state
.
With
such
infantine
graces
as
a
total
want
of
observation
,
memory
,
understanding
and
interest
,
and
an
eternal
disposition
to
fall
asleep
over
the
fire
and
into
it
,
Mr.
Smallweed
's
grandmother
has
undoubtedly
brightened
the
family
.
Mr.
Smallweed
's
grandfather
is
likewise
of
the
party
.
He
is
in
a
helpless
condition
as
to
his
lower
,
and
nearly
so
as
to
his
upper
,
limbs
;
but
his
mind
is
unimpaired
.
It
holds
,
as
well
as
it
ever
held
,
the
first
four
rules
of
arithmetic
,
and
a
certain
small
collection
of
the
hardest
facts
.
In
respect
of
ideality
,
reverence
,
wonder
,
and
other
such
phrenological
attributes
,
it
is
no
worse
off
than
it
used
to
be
.
Everything
that
Mr.
Smallweed
's
grandfather
ever
put
away
in
his
mind
was
a
grub
at
first
,
and
is
a
grub
at
last
.
In
all
his
life
he
has
never
bred
a
single
butterfly
.
The
father
of
this
pleasant
grandfather
,
of
the
neighbourhood
of
Mount
Pleasant
,
was
a
horny-skinned
,
two-legged
,
money-getting
species
of
spider
,
who
spun
webs
to
catch
unwary
flies
,
and
retired
into
holes
until
they
were
entrapped
.
The
name
of
this
old
pagan
's
God
was
Compound
Interest
.
He
lived
for
it
,
married
it
,
died
of
it
.
Meeting
with
a
heavy
loss
in
an
honest
little
enterprise
in
which
all
the
loss
was
intended
to
have
been
on
the
other
side
,
he
broke
something
—
something
necessary
to
his
existence
;
therefore
it
could
n't
have
been
his
heart
—
and
made
an
end
of
his
career
.
As
his
character
was
not
good
,
and
he
had
been
bred
at
a
Charity
School
,
in
a
complete
course
,
according
to
question
and
answer
,
of
those
ancient
people
the
Amorites
and
Hittites
,
he
was
frequently
quoted
as
an
example
of
the
failure
of
education
.
His
spirit
shone
through
his
son
,
to
whom
he
had
always
preached
of
“
going
out
”
early
in
life
,
and
whom
he
made
a
clerk
in
a
sharp
scrivener
's
office
at
twelve
years
old
.
There
,
the
young
gentleman
improved
his
mind
,
which
was
of
a
lean
and
anxious
character
;
and
,
developing
the
family
gifts
,
gradually
elevated
himself
into
the
discounting
profession
.
Going
out
early
in
life
and
marrying
late
,
as
his
father
had
done
before
him
,
he
too
begat
a
lean
and
anxious-minded
son
;
who
,
in
his
turn
,
going
out
early
in
life
and
marrying
late
,
became
the
father
of
Bartholomew
and
Judith
Smallweed
,
twins
.
During
the
whole
time
consumed
in
the
slow
growth
of
this
family
tree
,
the
house
of
Smallweed
,
always
early
to
go
out
and
late
to
marry
,
has
strengthened
itself
in
its
practical
character
,
has
discarded
all
amusements
,
discountenanced
all
story-books
,
fairy
tales
,
fictions
,
and
fables
,
and
banished
all
levities
whatsoever
.
Hence
the
gratifying
fact
,
that
it
has
had
no
child
born
to
it
,
and
that
the
complete
little
men
and
women
whom
it
has
produced
,
have
been
observed
to
bear
a
likeness
to
old
monkeys
with
something
depressing
on
their
minds
.
At
the
present
time
,
in
the
dark
little
parlor
certain
feet
below
the
level
of
the
street
—
a
grim
,
hard
,
uncouth
parlor
,
only
ornamented
with
the
coarsest
of
baize
table-covers
,
and
the
hardest
of
sheet-iron
tea-trays
,
and
offering
in
its
decorative
character
no
bad
allegorical
representation
of
Grandfather
Smallweed
's
mind
—
seated
in
two
black
horsehair
porter
's
chairs
,
one
on
each
side
of
the
fire-place
,
the
supernnuated
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Smallweed
wile
away
the
rosy
hours
.
On
the
stove
are
a
couple
of
trivets
for
the
pots
and
kettles
which
it
is
Grandfather
Smallweed
's
usual
occupation
to
watch
,
and
projecting
from
the
chimney-piece
between
them
is
a
sort
of
brass
gallows
for
roasting
,
which
he
also
superintends
when
it
is
in
action
.
Under
the
venerable
Mr.
Smallweed
's
seat
,
and
guarded
by
his
spindle
legs
,
is
a
drawer
in
his
chair
,
reported
to
contain
property
to
a
fabulous
amount
.
Beside
him
is
a
spare
cushion
,
with
which
he
is
always
provided
,
in
order
that
he
may
have
something
to
throw
at
the
venerable
partner
of
his
respected
age
whenever
she
makes
an
allusion
to
money
—
a
subject
on
which
he
is
particularly
sensitive
.
“
And
where
's
Bart
?
”
Grandfather
Smallweed
enquires
of
Judy
,
Bart
's
twin-sister
.
“
He
a
n't
come
in
yet
,
”
says
Judy
.
“
It
's
his
tea
time
,
is
n't
it
?
”
“
No.
”
“
How
much
do
you
mean
to
say
it
wants
then
?
”
“
Ten
minutes
.
”
“
Hey
?
”
“
Ten
minutes
.
”
—
(
Loud
on
the
part
of
Judy
.
)
“
Ho
!
”
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
“
Ten
minutes
.
”
Grandmother
Smallweed
,
who
has
been
mumbling
and
shaking
her
head
at
the
trivets
,
hearing
figures
mentioned
,
connects
them
with
money
,
and
screeches
,
like
a
horrible
old
parrot
without
any
plumage
,
“
Ten
ten-pound
notes
!
”
Grandfather
Smallweed
immediately
throws
the
cushion
at
her
.
“
Drat
you
,
be
quiet
!
”
says
the
good
old
man
.
The
effect
of
this
act
of
jaculation
is
twofold
.
It
not
only
doubles
up
Mrs.
Smallweed
's
head
against
the
side
of
her
porter
's
chair
,
and
causes
her
to
present
,
when
extricated
by
her
grand-daughter
,
a
highly
unbecoming
state
of
cap
,
but
the
necessary
exertion
recoils
on
Mr.
Smallweed
himself
,
whom
it
throws
back
into
his
porter
's
chair
,
like
a
broken
puppet
.
The
excellent
old
gentleman
being
,
at
these
times
,
a
mere
clothes-bag
with
a
black
skull-cap
on
the
top
of
it
,
does
not
present
a
very
animated
appearance
until
he
has
undergone
the
two
operations
at
the
hands
of
his
grand-daughter
,
of
being
shaken
up
like
a
great
bottle
,
and
poked
and
punched
like
a
great
bolster
.
Some
indication
of
a
neck
being
developed
in
him
by
these
means
,
he
and
the
sharer
of
his
life
's
evening
again
sit
fronting
one
another
in
their
two
porter
's
chairs
,
like
a
couple
of
sentinels
long
forgotten
on
their
post
by
the
Black
Serjeant
,
Death
.
Judy
the
twin
is
worthy
company
for
these
associates
.
She
is
so
indubitably
sister
to
Mr.
Smallweed
the
younger
,
that
the
two
kneaded
into
one
would
hardly
make
a
young
person
of
average
proportions
;
while
she
so
happily
exemplifies
the
before-mentioned
family
likeness
to
the
monkey
tribe
,
that
,
attired
in
a
spangled
robe
and
cap
,
she
might
walk
about
the
table-land
on
the
top
of
a
barrel-organ
without
exciting
much
remark
as
an
unusual
specimen
.
Under
existing
circumstances
,
however
,
she
is
dressed
in
a
plain
,
spare
gown
of
brown
stuff
.
Judy
never
owned
a
doll
,
never
heard
of
Cinderella
,
never
played
at
any
game
.
She
once
or
twice
fell
into
children
's
company
when
she
was
about
ten
years
old
,
but
the
children
could
n't
get
on
with
Judy
,
and
Judy
could
n't
get
on
with
them
.
She
seemed
like
an
animal
of
another
species
,
and
there
was
instinctive
repugnance
on
both
sides
.
It
is
very
doubtful
whether
Judy
knows
how
to
laugh
.
She
has
so
rarely
seen
the
thing
done
,
that
the
probabilities
are
strong
the
other
way
.
Of
anything
like
a
youthful
laugh
,
she
certainly
can
have
no
conception
.
If
she
were
to
try
one
,
she
would
find
her
teeth
in
her
way
;
modelling
that
action
of
her
face
,
as
she
has
unconsciously
modelled
all
its
other
expressions
,
on
her
pattern
of
sordid
age
.
Such
is
Judy
.
And
her
twin
brother
could
n't
wind
up
a
top
for
his
life
.
He
knows
no
more
of
Jack
the
Giant
Killer
,
or
of
Sinbad
the
Sailor
,
than
he
knows
of
the
people
in
the
stars
.
He
could
as
soon
play
at
leap-frog
,
or
at
cricket
,
as
change
into
a
cricket
or
a
frog
himself
.
But
,
he
is
so
much
the
better
off
than
his
sister
,
that
on
his
narrow
world
of
fact
an
opening
has
dawned
,
into
such
broader
regions
as
lie
within
the
ken
of
Mr.
Guppy
.
Hence
,
his
admiration
and
his
emulation
of
that
shining
enchanter
.
Judy
,
with
a
gong-like
clash
and
clatter
,
sets
one
of
the
sheet-iron
tea-trays
on
the
table
,
and
arranges
cups
and
saucers
.
The
bread
she
puts
on
in
an
iron
basket
;
and
the
butter
(
and
not
much
of
it
)
in
a
small
pewter
plate
.
Grandfather
Smallweed
looks
hard
after
the
tea
as
it
is
served
out
,
and
asks
Judy
where
the
girl
is
?
“
Charley
,
do
you
mean
?
”
says
Judy
.
“
Hey
?
”
from
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
“
Charley
,
do
you
mean
?
”
This
touches
a
spring
in
Grandmother
Smallweed
who
,
chuckling
,
as
usual
,
at
the
trivets
,
cries
—
“
Over
the
water
!
Charley
over
the
water
,
Charley
over
the
water
,
over
the
water
to
Charley
,
Charley
over
the
water
,
over
the
water
to
Charley
!
”
and
becomes
quite
energetic
about
it
.
Grandfather
looks
at
the
cushion
,
but
has
not
sufficiently
recovered
his
late
exertion
.
“
Ha
!
”
he
says
,
when
there
is
silence
—
“
if
that
's
her
name
.
She
cats
a
deal
.
It
would
be
better
to
allow
her
for
her
keep
.
”
Judy
,
with
her
brother
's
wink
,
shakes
her
head
,
and
purses
up
her
mouth
into
No
,
without
saying
it
.
“
No
?
”
returns
the
old
man
.
“
Why
not
?
”
“
She
'd
want
sixpence
a-day
,
and
we
can
do
it
for
less
,
”
says
Judy
.
“
Sure
?
”
Judy
answers
with
a
nod
of
deepest
meaning
,
and
calls
,
as
she
scrapes
the
butter
on
the
loaf
with
every
precaution
against
waste
,
and
cuts
it
into
slices
,
“
You
Charley
,
where
are
you
?
”
Timidly
obedient
to
the
summons
,
a
little
girl
in
a
rough
apron
and
a
large
bonnet
,
with
her
hands
covered
with
soap
and
water
,
and
a
scrubbing
brush
in
one
of
them
,
appears
,
and
curtseys
.
“
What
work
are
you
about
now
?
”
says
Judy
,
making
an
ancient
snap
at
her
,
like
a
very
sharp
old
beldame
.
“
I
'm
a
cleaning
the
upstairs
back
room
,
miss
,
”
replies
Charley
.
“
Mind
you
do
it
thoroughly
,
and
do
n't
loiter
.
Shirking
wo
n't
do
for
me
.
Make
haste
!
Go
along
!
”
cries
Judy
,
with
a
stamp
upon
the
ground
.
“
You
girls
are
more
trouble
than
you
're
worth
,
by
half
.
”
On
this
severe
matron
,
as
she
returns
to
her
task
of
scraping
the
butter
and
cutting
the
bread
,
falls
the
shadow
of
her
brother
,
looking
in
at
the
window
.
For
whom
,
knife
and
loaf
in
hand
,
she
opens
the
street
door
.
“
Ay
,
ay
,
Bart
!
”
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
“
Here
you
are
,
hey
?
”
“
Here
I
am
,
”
says
Bart
.
“
Been
along
with
your
friend
again
,
Bart
?
”
Small
nods
.
“
Dining
at
his
expense
,
Bart
?
”
Small
nods
again
.
“
That
's
right
.
Live
at
his
expense
as
much
as
you
can
,
and
take
warning
by
his
foolish
example
.
That
's
the
use
of
such
a
friend
.
The
only
use
you
can
put
him
to
,
”
says
the
venerable
sage
.
His
grandson
,
without
receiving
this
good
counsel
as
dutifully
as
he
might
,
honors
it
with
all
such
acceptance
as
may
lie
in
a
slight
wink
and
a
nod
,
and
takes
a
chair
at
the
tea-table
.
The
four
old
faces
then
hover
over
tea-cups
,
like
a
company
of
ghastly
cherubim
;
Mrs.
Smallweed
perpetually
twitching
her
head
and
chattering
at
the
trivets
,
and
Mr.
Smallweed
requiring
to
be
repeatedly
shaken
up
like
a
large
black
draught
.
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
says
the
good
old
gentleman
,
reverting
to
his
lesson
of
wisdom
.
“
That
's
such
advice
as
your
father
would
have
given
you
,
Bart
.
You
never
saw
your
father
.
More
's
the
pity
.
He
was
my
true
son
.
”
Whether
it
is
intended
to
be
conveyed
that
he
was
particularly
pleasant
to
look
at
,
on
that
account
,
does
not
appear
.
“
He
was
my
true
son
,
”
repeats
the
old
gentleman
,
folding
his
bread
and
butter
on
his
knee
;
“
a
good
accountant
,
and
died
fifteen
years
ago
.
”
Mrs.
Smallweed
,
following
her
usual
instinct
,
breaks
out
with
“
Fifteen
hundred
pound
.
Fifteen
hundred
pound
in
a
black
box
,
fifteen
hundred
pound
locked
up
,
fifteen
hundred
pound
put
away
and
hid
!
”
Her
worthy
husband
,
setting
aside
his
bread
and
butter
,
immediately
discharges
the
cushion
at
her
,
crushes
her
against
the
side
of
her
chair
,
and
falls
back
in
his
own
,
overpowered
.
His
appearance
,
after
visiting
Mrs.
Smallweed
with
one
of
these
admonitions
,
is
particularly
impressive
and
not
wholly
prepossessing
:
firstly
,
because
the
exertion
generally
twists
his
black
skull-cap
over
one
eye
and
gives
him
an
air
of
goblin
rakishness
;
secondly
,
because
he
mutters
violent
imprecations
against
Mrs.
Smallweed
;
and
thirdly
,
because
the
contrast
between
those
powerful
expressions
and
his
powerless
figure
is
suggestive
of
a
baleful
old
malignant
,
who
would
be
very
wicked
if
he
could
.
All
this
,
however
,
is
so
common
in
the
Smallweed
family
circle
,
that
it
produces
no
impression
.
The
old
gentleman
is
merely
shaken
,
and
has
his
internal
feathers
beaten
up
;
the
cushion
is
restored
to
its
usual
place
beside
him
;
and
the
old
lady
,
perhaps
with
her
cap
adjusted
,
and
perhaps
not
,
is
planted
in
her
chair
again
,
ready
to
be
bowled
down
like
a
ninepin
.
Some
time
elapses
,
in
the
present
instance
,
before
the
old
gentleman
is
sufficiently
cool
to
resume
his
discourse
;
and
even
then
he
mixes
it
up
with
several
edifying
expletives
addressed
to
the
unconscious
partner
of
his
bosom
,
who
holds
communication
with
nothing
on
earth
but
the
trivets
.
As
thus
:
“
If
your
father
,
Bart
,
had
lived
longer
,
he
might
have
been
worth
a
deal
of
money
—
you
brimstone
chatterer
!
—
but
just
as
he
was
beginning
to
build
up
the
house
that
he
had
been
making
the
foundations
for
,
through
many
a
year
—
you
jade
of
a
magpie
,
jackdaw
,
and
poll-parrot
,
what
do
you
mean
!
—
he
took
ill
and
died
of
a
low
fever
,
always
being
a
sparing
and
a
spare
man
,
full
of
business
care
—
I
should
like
to
throw
a
cat
at
you
instead
of
a
cushion
,
and
I
will
too
if
you
make
such
a
confounded
fool
of
yourself
!
—
and
your
mother
,
who
was
a
prudent
woman
as
dry
as
a
chip
,
just
dwindled
away
like
touchwood
after
you
and
Judy
were
born
.
—
You
are
an
old
pig
.
You
are
a
brimstone
pig
.
You
're
a
head
of
swine
!
”
Judy
,
not
interested
in
what
she
has
often
heard
,
begins
to
collect
in
a
basin
various
tributary
streams
of
tea
,
from
the
bottoms
of
cups
and
saucers
and
from
the
bottom
of
the
teapot
,
for
the
little
charwoman
's
evening
meal
.
In
like
manner
she
gets
together
,
in
the
iron
bread-basket
,
as
many
outside
fragments
and
worn-down
heels
of
loaves
as
the
rigid
economy
of
the
house
has
left
in
existence
.
“
But
,
your
father
and
me
were
partners
,
Bart
,
”
says
the
old
gentleman
;
“
and
when
I
am
gone
,
you
and
Judy
will
have
all
there
is
.
It
's
rare
for
you
both
,
that
you
went
out
early
in
life
—
Judy
to
the
flower
business
,
and
you
to
the
law
.
You
wo
n't
want
to
spend
it
.
You
'll
get
your
living
without
it
,
and
put
more
to
it
.
When
I
am
gone
,
Judy
will
go
back
to
the
flower
business
,
and
you
'll
still
stick
to
the
law
.
”
One
might
infer
,
from
Judy
's
appearance
,
that
her
business
rather
lay
with
the
thorns
than
the
flowers
;
but
,
she
has
,
in
her
time
,
been
apprenticed
to
the
art
and
mystery
of
artificial
flower-making
.
A
close
observer
might
perhaps
detect
both
in
her
eye
and
her
brother
's
,
when
their
venerable
grandsire
anticipates
his
being
gone
,
some
little
impatience
to
know
when
he
may
be
going
,
and
some
resentful
opinion
that
it
is
time
he
went
.
“
Now
,
if
everybody
has
done
,
”
says
Judy
,
completing
her
preparations
,
“
I
'll
have
that
girl
in
to
her
tea
.
She
would
never
leave
off
,
if
she
took
it
by
herself
in
the
kitchen
.
”
Charley
is
accordingly
introduced
,
and
,
under
a
heavy
fire
of
eyes
,
sits
down
to
her
basin
and
a
Druidical
ruin
of
bread
and
butter
.
In
the
active
superintendence
of
this
young
person
,
Judy
Smallweed
appears
to
attain
a
perfectly
geological
age
,
and
to
date
from
the
remotest
periods
.
Her
systematic
manner
of
flying
at
her
and
pouncing
on
her
,
with
or
without
pretence
,
whether
or
no
,
is
wonderful
;
evincing
an
accomplishment
in
the
art
of
girl-driving
,
seldom
reached
by
the
oldest
practitioners
.
“
Now
,
do
n't
stare
about
you
all
the
afternoon
,
”
cries
Judy
,
shaking
her
head
and
stamping
her
foot
as
she
happens
to
catch
the
glance
which
has
been
previously
sounding
the
basin
of
tea
,
“
but
take
your
victuals
and
get
back
to
your
work
.
”
“
Yes
,
miss
,
”
says
Charley
.
“
Do
n't
say
yes
,
”
returns
Miss
Smallweed
,
“
for
I
know
what
you
girls
are
.
Do
it
without
saying
it
,
and
then
I
may
begin
to
believe
you
.
”
Charley
swallows
a
great
gulp
of
tea
in
token
of
submission
,
and
so
disperses
the
Druidical
ruins
that
Miss
Smallweed
charges
her
not
to
gormandize
,
which
“
in
you
girls
,
”
she
observes
,
is
disgusting
.
Charley
might
find
some
more
difficulty
in
meeting
her
views
on
the
general
subject
of
girls
,
but
for
a
knock
at
the
door
.
“
See
who
it
is
,
and
do
n't
chew
when
you
open
it
!
”
cries
Judy
.
The
object
of
her
attentions
withdrawing
for
the
purpose
,
Miss
Smallweed
takes
that
opportunity
of
jumbling
the
remainder
of
the
bread
and
butter
together
,
and
launching
two
or
three
dirty
tea-cups
into
the
ebbtide
of
the
basin
of
tea
;
as
a
hint
that
she
considers
the
eating
and
drinking
terminated
.
“
Now
!
Who
is
it
,
and
what
's
wanted
?
”
says
the
snappish
Judy
.
It
is
one
“
Mr.
George
,
”
it
appears
.
Without
other
announcement
or
ceremony
,
Mr.
George
walks
in
.
“
Whew
!
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
You
are
hot
here
.
Always
a
fire
,
eh
?
Well
!
Perhaps
you
do
right
to
get
used
to
one
.
”
Mr.
George
makes
the
latter
remark
to
himself
,
as
he
nods
to
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
“
Ho
!
It
's
you
!
”
cries
the
old
gentleman
.
“
How
de
do
?
How
de
do
?
”
“
Middling
,
”
replies
Mr.
George
,
taking
a
chair
.
“
Your
granddaughter
I
have
had
the
honor
of
seeing
before
;
my
service
to
you
,
miss.
”
“
This
is
my
grandson
,
”
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
“
You
ha'
n't
seen
him
before
.
He
is
in
the
law
,
and
not
much
at
home
.
”
“
My
service
to
him
,
too
!
He
is
like
his
sister
.
He
is
very
like
his
sister
.
He
is
devilish
like
his
sister
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
laying
a
great
and
not
altogether
complimentary
stress
on
his
last
adjective
.
“
And
how
does
the
world
use
you
,
Mr.
George
?
”
Grandfather
Smallweed
enquires
,
slowly
rubbing
his
legs
.
“
Pretty
much
as
usual
.
Like
a
football
.
”
He
is
a
swarthy
browned
man
of
fifty
;
well
made
,
and
good-looking
;
with
crisp
dark
hair
,
bright
eyes
,
and
a
broad
chest
.
His
sinewy
and
powerful
hands
,
as
sunburnt
as
his
face
,
have
evidently
been
used
to
a
pretty
rough
life
.
What
is
curious
about
him
is
,
that
he
sits
forward
on
his
chair
as
if
he
were
,
from
long
habit
,
allowing
space
for
some
dress
or
accoutrements
that
he
has
altogether
laid
aside
.
His
step
too
is
measured
and
heavy
,
and
would
go
well
with
a
weighty
clash
and
jingle
of
spurs
.
He
is
close-shaved
now
,
but
his
mouth
is
set
as
if
his
upper
lip
had
been
for
years
familiar
with
a
great
moustache
;
and
his
manner
of
occasionally
laying
the
open
palm
of
his
broad
brown
hand
upon
it
,
is
to
the
same
effect
.
Altogether
,
one
might
guess
Mr.
George
to
have
been
a
trooper
once
upon
a
time
.
A
special
contrast
Mr.
George
makes
to
the
Smallweed
family
.
Trooper
was
never
yet
billeted
upon
a
household
more
unlike
him
.
It
is
a
broadsword
to
an
oyster-knife
.
His
developed
figure
,
and
their
stunted
forms
;
his
large
manner
,
filling
any
amount
of
room
;
and
their
little
narrow
pinched
ways
;
his
sounding
voice
,
and
their
sharp
spare
tones
;
are
in
the
strongest
and
the
strangest
opposition
.
As
he
sits
in
the
middle
of
the
grim
parlor
,
leaning
a
little
forward
,
with
his
hands
upon
his
thighs
and
his
elbows
squared
,
he
looks
as
though
,
if
he
remained
there
long
,
he
would
absorb
into
himself
the
whole
family
and
the
whole
four-roomed
house
,
extra
little
back-kitchen
and
all
.
“
Do
you
rub
your
legs
to
rub
life
into
'
em
?
”
he
asks
of
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
after
looking
round
the
room
.
“
Why
,
it
's
partly
a
habit
,
Mr.
George
,
and
—
yes
—
it
partly
helps
the
circulation
,
”
he
replies
.
“
The
cir-cu-la-tion
!
”
repeats
Mr.
George
,
folding
his
arms
upon
his
chest
,
and
seeming
to
become
two
sizes
larger
.
“
Not
much
of
that
,
I
should
think
.
”
“
Truly
,
I
'm
old
,
Mr.
George
,
”
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
“
But
I
can
carry
my
years
.
I
'm
older
than
her
,
”
nodding
at
his
wife
,
“
and
see
what
she
is
!
—
You
're
a
brimstone
chatterer
!
”
with
a
sudden
revival
of
his
late
hostility
.
“
Unlucky
old
soul
!
”
says
Mr.
George
,
turning
his
head
in
that
direction
.
“
Do
n't
scold
the
old
lady
.
Look
at
her
here
,
with
her
poor
cap
half
off
her
head
,
and
her
poor
chair
all
in
a
muddle
.
Hold
up
,
ma'am
.
That
's
better
.
There
we
are
!
Think
of
your
mother
,
Mr.
Smallweed
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
coming
back
to
his
seat
from
assisting
her
,
“
if
your
wife
a
n't
enough
.
”
“
I
suppose
you
were
an
excellent
son
,
Mr.
George
,
”
the
old
man
hints
,
with
a
leer
.
The
color
of
Mr.
George
's
face
rather
deepens
,
as
he
replies
:
“
Why
no.
I
was
n't
.
”
“
I
am
astonished
at
it
.
”
“
So
am
I
.
I
ought
to
have
been
a
good
son
,
and
I
think
I
meant
to
have
been
one
.
But
I
was
n't
.
I
was
a
thundering
bad
son
,
that
's
the
long
and
the
short
of
it
,
and
never
was
a
credit
to
anybody
.
”
“
Surprising
!
”
cries
the
old
man
.
“
However
,
”
Mr.
George
resumes
,
“
the
less
said
about
it
,
the
better
now
.
Come
!
You
know
the
agreement
.
Always
a
pipe
out
of
the
two
months
'
interest
!
(
Bosh
!
It
's
all
correct
.
You
need
n't
be
afraid
to
order
the
pipe
.
Here
's
the
new
bill
,
and
here
's
the
two
months
'
interest-money
,
and
a
devil-and-all
of
a
scrape
it
is
to
get
it
together
in
my
business
)
.
”
Mr.
George
sits
,
with
his
arms
folded
,
consuming
the
family
and
the
parlor
,
while
Grandfather
Smallweed
is
assisted
by
Judy
to
two
black
leathern
cases
out
of
a
locked
bureau
;
in
one
of
which
he
secures
the
document
he
has
just
received
,
and
from
the
other
takes
another
similar
document
which
he
hands
to
Mr.
George
,
who
twists
it
up
for
a
pipe-light
.
As
the
old
man
inspects
,
through
his
glasses
,
every
up-stroke
and
down-stroke
of
both
documents
,
before
he
releases
them
from
their
leathern
prison
;
and
as
he
counts
the
money
three
times
over
,
and
requires
Judy
to
say
every
word
she
utters
at
least
twice
,
and
is
as
tremulously
slow
of
speech
and
action
as
it
is
possible
to
be
;
this
business
is
a
long
time
in
progress
.
When
it
is
quite
concluded
,
and
not
before
,
he
disengages
his
ravenous
eyes
and
fingers
from
it
,
and
answers
Mr.
George
's
last
remark
by
saying
,
“
Afraid
to
order
the
pipe
?
We
are
not
so
mercenary
as
that
,
sir
.
Judy
,
see
directly
to
the
pipe
and
the
glass
of
cold
brandy
and
water
for
Mr.
George
.
”
The
sportive
twins
,
who
have
been
looking
straight
before
them
all
this
time
,
except
when
they
have
been
engrossed
by
the
black
leathern
cases
,
retire
together
,
generally
disdainful
of
the
visitor
,
but
leaving
him
to
the
old
man
,
as
two
young
cubs
might
leave
a
traveller
to
the
parental
bear
.
“
And
there
you
sit
,
I
suppose
,
all
the
day
long
,
eh
?
”
says
Mr.
George
,
with
folded
arms
.
“
Just
so
,
just
so
,
”
the
old
man
nods
.
“
And
do
n't
you
occupy
yourself
at
all
?
”
“
I
watch
the
fire
—
and
the
boiling
and
the
roasting
—
”
“
When
there
is
any
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
with
great
expression
.
“
Just
so
.
When
there
is
any
.
”
“
Do
n't
you
read
,
or
get
read
to
?
”
The
old
man
shakes
his
head
with
sharp
sly
triumph
.
“
No
,
no.
We
have
never
been
readers
in
our
family
.
It
do
n't
pay
.
Stuff
.
Idleness
.
Folly
.
No
,
no
!
”
“
There
's
not
much
to
choose
between
your
two
states
,
”
says
the
visitor
,
in
a
key
too
low
for
the
old
man
's
dull
hearing
,
as
he
looks
from
him
to
the
old
woman
and
back
again
.
“
I
say
!
”
in
a
louder
voice
.
“
I
hear
you
.
”
“
You
'll
sell
me
up
at
last
I
suppose
,
when
I
am
a
day
in
arrear
.
”
“
My
dear
friend
!
”
cries
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
stretching
out
both
hands
to
embrace
him
.
“
Never
!
Never
,
my
dear
friend
!
But
my
friend
in
the
city
that
I
got
to
lend
you
the
money
—
he
might
!
”
“
O
!
you
ca
n't
answer
for
him
?
”
says
Mr.
George
;
finishing
the
enquiry
,
in
his
lower
key
,
with
the
words
“
you
lying
old
rascal
!
”
“
My
dear
friend
,
he
is
not
to
be
depended
on
.
I
would
n't
trust
him
.
He
will
have
his
bond
,
my
dear
friend
.
”
“
Devil
doubt
him
,
”
says
Mr.
George
.
Charley
appearing
with
a
tray
,
on
which
are
the
pipe
,
a
small
paper
of
tobacco
,
and
the
brandy
and
water
,
he
asks
her
,
“
How
do
you
come
here
!
you
have
n't
got
the
family
face
.
”
“
I
goes
out
to
work
,
sir
,
”
returns
Charley
.
The
trooper
(
if
trooper
he
be
or
have
been
)
takes
her
bonnet
off
,
with
a
light
touch
for
so
strong
a
hand
,
and
pats
her
on
the
head
.
“
You
give
the
house
almost
a
wholesome
look
.
It
wants
a
bit
of
youth
as
much
as
it
wants
fresh
air
.
”
Then
he
dismisses
her
,
lights
his
pipe
,
and
drinks
to
Mr.
Smallweed
's
friend
in
the
city
—
the
one
solitary
flight
of
that
esteemed
old
gentleman
's
imagination
.
“
So
you
think
he
might
be
hard
upon
me
,
eh
?
”
“
I
think
he
might
—
I
am
afraid
he
would
.
I
have
known
him
do
it
,
”
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
incautiously
,
“
twenty
times
.
”
Incautiously
,
because
his
stricken
better-half
,
who
has
been
dozing
over
the
fire
for
some
time
,
is
instantly
aroused
and
jabbers
“
Twenty
thousand
pounds
,
twenty
twenty-pound
notes
in
a
money
box
,
twenty
guineas
,
twenty
million
twenty
per
cent
,
twenty
—
”
and
is
then
cut
short
by
the
flying
cushion
,
which
the
visitor
,
to
whom
this
singular
experiment
appears
to
be
a
novelty
,
snatches
from
her
face
as
it
crushes
her
in
the
usual
manner
.
“
You
're
a
brimstone
idiot
.
You
're
a
scorpion
—
a
brimstone
scorpion
!
You
're
a
sweltering
toad
.
You
're
a
chattering
clattering
broomstick
witch
,
that
ought
to
be
burnt
!
”
gasps
the
old
man
,
prostrate
in
his
chair
.
“
My
dear
friend
,
will
you
shake
me
up
a
little
?
”
Mr.
George
,
who
has
been
looking
first
at
one
of
them
and
then
at
the
other
,
as
if
he
were
demented
,
takes
his
venerable
acquaintance
by
the
throat
on
receiving
this
request
,
and
dragging
him
upright
in
his
chair
as
easily
as
if
he
were
a
doll
,
appears
in
two
minds
whether
or
no
to
shake
all
future
power
of
cushioning
out
of
him
,
and
shake
him
into
his
grave
.
Resisting
the
temptation
,
but
agitating
him
violently
enough
to
make
his
head
roll
like
a
harlequin
's
,
he
puts
him
smartly
down
in
his
chair
again
,
and
adjusts
his
skull
cap
with
such
a
rub
,
that
the
old
man
winks
with
both
eyes
for
a
minute
afterwards
.
“
O
Lord
!
”
gasps
Mr.
Smallweed
.
“
That
'll
do
.
Thank
you
,
my
dear
friend
,
that
'll
do
.
O
dear
me
,
I
'm
out
of
breath
.
O
Lord
!
”
And
Mr.
Smallweed
says
it
,
not
without
evident
apprehensions
of
his
dear
friend
,
who
still
stands
over
him
looming
larger
than
ever
.
The
alarming
presence
,
however
,
gradually
subsides
into
its
chair
,
and
falls
to
smoking
in
long
puffs
;
consoling
itself
with
the
philosophical
reflection
,
“
The
name
of
your
friend
in
the
city
begins
with
a
D
,
comrade
,
and
you
're
about
right
respecting
the
bond
.
”
“
Did
you
speak
,
Mr.
George
?
”
enquires
the
old
man
.
The
trooper
shakes
his
head
;
and
leaning
forward
with
his
right
elbow
on
his
right
knee
and
his
pipe
supported
in
that
hand
,
while
his
other
hand
,
resting
on
his
left
leg
,
squares
his
left
elbow
in
a
martial
manner
,
continues
to
smoke
.
Meanwhile
he
looks
at
Mr.
Smallweed
with
grave
attention
,
and
now
and
then
fans
the
cloud
of
smoke
away
,
in
order
that
he
may
see
him
the
more
clearly
.
“
I
take
it
,
”
he
says
,
making
just
as
much
and
as
little
change
in
his
position
as
will
enable
him
to
reach
the
glass
to
his
lips
,
with
a
round
,
full
action
,
“
that
I
am
the
only
man
alive
(
or
dead
either
)
,
that
gets
the
value
of
a
pipe
out
of
you
?
”
“
Well
!
”
returns
the
old
man
,
“
it
's
true
that
I
do
n't
see
company
,
Mr.
George
,
and
that
I
do
n't
treat
.
I
ca
n't
afford
to
it
.
But
as
you
,
in
your
pleasant
way
,
made
your
pipe
a
condition
—
”
“
Why
,
it
's
not
for
the
value
of
it
;
that
's
no
great
thing
.
It
was
a
fancy
to
get
it
out
of
you
.
To
have
something
in
for
my
money
.
”
“
Ha
!
You
're
prudent
,
prudent
,
sir
!
”
cries
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
rubbing
his
legs
.
“
Very
.
I
always
was
.
”
Puff
.
“
It
's
a
sure
sign
of
my
prudence
,
that
I
ever
found
the
way
here
.
”
Puff
.
“
Also
,
that
I
am
what
I
am
.
”
Puff
.
“
I
am
well
known
to
be
prudent
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
composedly
smoking
.
“
I
rose
in
life
,
that
way
.
”
“
Do
n't
be
down-hearted
,
sir
.
You
may
rise
yet
.
”
Mr.
George
laughs
and
drinks
.
“
Ha'
n't
you
no
relations
now
,
”
asks
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
with
a
twinkle
in
his
eyes
,
“
who
would
pay
off
this
little
principal
,
or
who
would
lend
you
a
good
name
or
two
that
I
could
persuade
my
friend
in
the
city
to
make
you
a
further
advance
upon
?
Two
good
names
would
be
sufficient
for
my
friend
in
the
city
.
Ha'
n't
you
no
such
relations
,
Mr.
George
?
”
Mr.
George
,
still
composedly
smoking
,
replies
,
“
If
I
had
,
I
should
n't
trouble
them
.
I
have
been
trouble
enough
to
my
belongings
in
my
day
.
It
may
be
a
very
good
sort
of
penitence
in
a
vagabond
,
who
has
wasted
the
best
time
of
his
life
,
to
go
back
then
to
decent
people
that
he
never
was
a
credit
to
,
and
live
upon
them
;
but
it
's
not
my
sort
.
The
best
kind
of
amends
then
,
for
having
gone
away
,
is
to
keep
away
,
in
my
opinion
.
”
“
But
,
natural
affection
,
Mr.
George
,
”
hints
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
“
For
two
good
names
,
hey
?
”
says
Mr.
George
,
shaking
his
head
,
and
still
composedly
smoking
.
“
No.
That
's
not
my
sort
,
either
.
”
Grandfather
Smallweed
has
been
gradually
sliding
down
in
his
chair
since
his
last
adjustment
,
and
is
now
a
bundle
of
clothes
,
with
a
voice
in
it
calling
for
Judy
.
That
Houri
appearing
,
shakes
him
up
in
the
usual
manner
,
and
is
charged
by
the
old
gentleman
to
remain
near
him
.
For
he
seems
chary
of
putting
his
visitor
to
the
trouble
of
repeating
his
late
attentions
.
“
Ha
!
”
he
observes
,
when
he
is
in
trim
again
.
“
If
you
could
have
traced
out
the
Captain
,
Mr.
George
,
it
would
have
been
the
making
of
you
.
If
,
when
you
first
came
here
,
in
consequence
of
our
advertisements
in
the
newspapers
—
when
I
say
‘our
,
’
I
'm
alluding
to
the
advertisements
of
my
friend
in
the
city
,
and
one
or
two
others
who
embark
their
capital
in
the
same
way
,
and
are
so
friendly
towards
me
as
sometimes
to
give
me
a
lift
with
my
little
pittance
—
if
,
at
that
time
,
you
could
have
helped
us
,
Mr.
George
,
it
would
have
been
the
making
of
you
.
”
“
I
was
willing
enough
to
be
‘made
,
’
as
you
call
it
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
smoking
not
quite
so
placidly
as
before
,
for
since
the
entrance
of
Judy
he
has
been
in
some
measure
disturbed
by
a
fascination
,
not
of
the
admiring
kind
,
which
obliges
him
to
look
at
her
as
she
stands
by
her
grandfather
's
chair
;
“
but
,
on
the
whole
,
I
am
glad
I
was
n't
now
.
”
“
Why
,
Mr.
George
?
In
the
name
of
—
of
Brimstone
,
why
?
”
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
with
a
plain
appearance
of
exasperation
.
(
Brimstone
apparently
suggested
by
his
eye
lighting
on
Mrs.
Smallweed
in
her
slumber
)
.
“
For
two
reasons
,
comrade
.
”
“
And
what
two
reasons
,
Mr.
George
?
In
the
name
of
the
—
”
“
Of
