shakeshis
head
.
“
No.
If
you
were
a
man
of
business
,
serjeant
,
you
would
not
need
to
be
informed
that
there
are
confidential
reasons
,
very
harmless
in
themselves
,
for
many
such
wants
,
in
the
profession
to
which
I
belong
.
But
if
you
are
afraid
of
doing
any
injury
to
Captain
Hawdon
,
you
may
set
your
mind
at
rest
about
that
.
”
“
Ay
!
he
is
dead
,
sir
.
”
“
Is
he
?
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
quietly
sits
down
to
write
.
“
Well
,
sir
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
looking
into
his
hat
,
after
another
disconcerted
pause
;
“
I
am
sorry
not
to
have
given
you
more
satisfaction
.
If
it
would
be
any
satisfaction
to
any
one
,
that
I
should
be
confirmed
in
my
judgment
that
I
would
rather
have
nothing
to
do
with
this
,
by
a
friend
of
mine
,
who
has
a
better
head
for
business
than
I
have
,
and
who
is
an
old
soldier
,
I
am
willing
to
consult
with
him
.
I
—
I
really
am
so
completely
smothered
myself
,
at
present
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
passing
his
hand
hopelessly
across
his
brow
,
“
that
I
do
n't
know
but
what
it
might
be
a
satisfaction
to
me
.
”
Mr.
Smallweed
,
hearing
that
this
authority
is
an
old
soldier
,
so
strongly
inculcates
the
expediency
of
the
trooper
's
taking
counsel
with
him
,
and
particularly
informing
him
of
its
being
a
question
of
five
guineas
or
more
,
that
Mr.
George
engages
to
go
and
see
him
.
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
says
nothing
either
way
.
“
I
'll
consult
my
friend
,
then
,
by
your
leave
,
sir
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
“
and
I
'll
take
the
liberty
of
looking
in
again
with
a
final
answer
in
the
course
of
the
day
.
Mr.
Smallweed
,
if
you
wish
to
be
carried
down
stairs
—
”
“
In
a
moment
,
my
dear
friend
,
in
a
moment
.
Will
you
first
let
me
speak
half
a
word
with
this
gentleman
,
in
private
?
”
“
Certainly
,
sir
.
Do
n't
hurry
yourself
on
my
account
.
”
The
trooper
retires
to
a
distant
part
of
the
room
,
and
resumes
his
curious
inspection
of
the
boxes
;
strong
,
and
otherwise
.
“
If
I
was
n't
as
weak
as
a
Brimstone
Baby
,
sir
,
”
whispers
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
drawing
the
lawyer
down
to
his
level
by
the
lappel
of
his
coat
,
and
flashing
some
half-quenched
green
fire
out
of
his
angry
eyes
,
“
I
'd
tear
the
writing
away
from
him
.
He
's
got
it
buttoned
in
his
breast
.
I
saw
him
put
it
there
.
Judy
saw
him
put
it
there
.
Speak
up
,
you
crabbed
image
for
the
sign
of
a
walking-stick
shop
,
and
say
you
saw
him
put
it
there
!
”
This
vehement
conjuration
the
old
gentleman
accompanies
with
such
a
thrust
at
his
grand-daughter
,
that
it
is
too
much
for
his
strength
,
and
he
slips
away
out
of
his
chair
,
drawing
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
with
him
,
until
he
is
arrested
by
Judy
,
and
well
shaken
.
“
Violence
will
not
do
for
me
,
my
friend
,
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
then
remarks
coolly
.
“
No
,
no
,
I
know
,
I
know
,
sir
.
But
it
's
chafing
and
galling
—
it
's
—
it
's
worse
than
your
smattering
chattering
Magpie
of
a
grandmother
,
”
to
the
imperturbable
Judy
,
who
only
looks
at
the
fire
,
“
to
know
he
has
got
what
's
wanted
,
and
wo
n't
give
it
up
.
He
,
not
to
give
it
up
!
He
!
A
vagabond
!
But
never
mind
,
sir
,
never
mind
.
At
the
most
,
he
has
only
his
own
way
for
a
little
while
.
I
have
him
periodically
in
a
vice
.
I
'll
twist
him
,
sir
.
I
'll
screw
him
,
sir
.
If
he
wo
n't
do
it
with
a
good
grace
,
I
'll
make
him
do
it
with
a
bad
one
,
sir
!
—
Now
,
my
dear
Mr.
George
,
”
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
,
winking
at
the
lawyer
hideously
,
as
he
releases
him
,
“
I
am
ready
for
your
kind
assistance
,
my
excellent
friend
!
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
with
some
shadowy
sign
of
amusement
manifesting
itself
through
his
self-possession
,
stands
on
the
hearth-rug
with
his
back
to
the
fire
,
watching
the
disappearance
of
Mr.
Smallweed
,
and
acknowledging
the
trooper
's
parting
salute
with
one
slight
nod
.
It
is
more
difficult
to
get
rid
of
the
old
gentleman
,
Mr.
George
finds
,
than
to
bear
a
hand
in
carrying
him
down
stairs
;
for
,
when
he
is
replaced
in
his
conveyance
,
he
is
so
loquacious
on
the
subject
of
the
guineas
,
and
retains
such
an
affectionate
hold
of
his
button
—
having
,
in
truth
,
a
secret
longing
to
rip
his
coat
open
,
and
rob
him
—
that
some
degree
of
force
is
necessary
on
the
trooper
's
part
to
effect
a
separation
.
It
is
accomplished
at
last
,
and
he
proceeds
alone
in
quest
of
his
adviser
.
By
the
cloisterly
Temple
,
and
by
Whitefriars
(
there
,
not
without
a
glance
at
Hanging-sword
Alley
,
which
would
seem
to
be
something
in
his
way
)
,
and
by
Blackfriars-bridge
,
and
Blackfriars-road
,
Mr.
George
sedately
marches
to
a
street
of
little
shops
lying
somewhere
in
that
ganglion
of
roads
from
Kent
and
Surrey
,
and
of
streets
from
the
bridges
of
London
,
centering
in
the
far-famed
Elephant
who
has
lost
his
Castle
formed
of
a
thousand
four-horse
coaches
,
to
a
stronger
iron
monster
than
he
,
ready
to
chop
him
into
mince-meat
any
day
he
dares
.
To
one
of
the
little
shops
in
this
street
,
which
is
a
musician
's
shop
,
having
a
few
fiddles
in
the
window
,
and
some
Pan
's
pipes
and
a
tambourine
,
and
a
triangle
,
and
certain
elongated
scraps
of
music
,
Mr.
George
directs
his
massive
tread
.
And
halting
at
a
few
paces
from
it
,
as
he
sees
a
soldierly
looking
woman
,
with
her
outer
skirts
tucked
up
,
come
forth
with
a
small
wooden
tub
,
and
in
that
tub
commence
a
whisking
and
a
splashing
on
the
margin
of
the
pavement
,
Mr.
George
says
to
himself
,
“
She
's
as
usual
,
washing
greens
.
I
never
saw
her
,
except
upon
a
baggage-wagon
,
when
she
was
n't
washing
greens
!
”
The
subject
of
this
reflection
is
at
all
events
so
occupied
in
washing
greens
at
present
,
that
she
remains
unsuspicious
of
Mr.
George
's
approach
;
until
,
lifting
up
herself
and
her
tub
together
,
when
she
has
poured
the
water
off
into
the
gutter
,
she
finds
him
standing
near
her
.
Her
reception
of
him
is
not
flattering
.
“
George
,
I
never
see
you
,
but
I
wish
you
was
a
hundred
mile
away
!
”
The
trooper
,
without
remarking
on
this
welcome
,
follows
into
the
musical
instrument
shop
,
where
the
lady
places
her
tub
of
greens
upon
the
counter
,
and
having
shaken
hands
with
him
,
rests
her
arms
upon
it
.
“
I
never
,
”
she
says
,
“
George
,
consider
Matthew
Bagnet
safe
a
minute
when
you
're
near
him
.
You
are
that
restless
and
that
roving
—
”
“
Yes
!
I
know
I
am
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
I
know
I
am
.
”
“
You
know
you
are
!
”
says
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
“
What
's
the
use
of
that
?
Why
are
you
?
”
“
The
nature
of
the
animal
,
I
suppose
,
”
returns
the
trooper
good-humouredly
.
“
Ah
!
”
cries
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
something
shrilly
,
“
but
what
satisfaction
will
the
nature
of
the
animal
be
to
me
,
when
the
animal
shall
have
tempted
my
Mat
away
from
the
musical
business
to
New
Zealand
or
Australey
!
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
is
not
at
all
an
ill-looking
woman
.
Rather
large-boned
,
a
little
coarse
in
the
grain
,
and
freckled
by
the
sun
and
wind
which
have
tanned
her
hair
upon
the
forehead
;
but
healthy
,
wholesome
,
and
bright-eyed
.
A
strong
,
busy
,
active
,
honest-faced
woman
,
of
from
forty-five
to
fifty
.
Clean
,
hardy
,
and
so
economically
dressed
(
though
substantially
)
,
that
the
only
article
of
ornament
of
which
she
stands
possessed
appears
to
be
her
wedding
ring
;
around
which
her
finger
has
grown
to
be
so
large
since
it
was
put
on
,
that
it
will
never
come
off
again
until
it
shall
mingle
with
Mrs.
Bagnet
's
dust
.
“
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
“
I
am
on
my
parole
with
you
.
Mat
will
get
no
harm
from
me
.
You
may
trust
me
so
far
.
”
“
Well
,
I
think
I
may
.
But
the
very
looks
of
you
are
unsettling
,
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
rejoins
.
“
Ah
George
,
George
!
If
you
had
only
settled
down
,
and
married
Joe
Pouch
's
widow
when
he
died
in
North
America
,
she
'd
have
combed
your
hair
for
you
.
”
“
It
was
a
chance
for
me
,
certainly
,
”
returns
the
trooper
,
half-laughingly
,
half-seriously
,
“
but
I
shall
never
settle
down
into
a
respectable
man
now
.
Joe
Pouch
's
widow
might
have
done
me
good
—
there
was
something
in
her
—
and
something
of
her
—
but
I
could
n't
make
up
my
mind
to
it
.
If
I
had
had
the
luck
to
meet
with
such
a
wife
as
Mat
found
!
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
who
seems
in
a
virtuous
way
to
be
under
little
reserve
with
a
good
sort
of
fellow
,
but
to
be
another
good
sort
of
fellow
herself
for
that
matter
,
receives
this
compliment
by
flicking
Mr.
George
in
the
face
with
a
head
of
greens
,
and
taking
her
tub
into
the
little
room
behind
the
shop
.
“
Why
,
Quebec
,
my
poppet
,
”
says
George
,
following
,
on
invitation
,
into
that
apartment
.
“
And
little
Malta
,
too
!
Come
and
kiss
your
Bluffy
!
”
These
young
ladies
—
not
supposed
to
have
been
actually
christened
by
the
names
applied
to
them
,
though
always
so
called
in
the
family
,
from
the
places
of
their
birth
in
barracks
—
are
respectively
employed
on
three-legged
stools
:
the
younger
(
some
five
or
six
years
old
)
,
in
learning
her
letters
out
of
a
penny
primer
:
the
elder
(
eight
or
nine
perhaps
)
,
in
teaching
her
,
and
sewing
with
great
assiduity
.
Both
hail
Mr.
George
with
acclamations
as
an
old
friend
,
and
after
some
kissing
and
romping
plant
their
stools
beside
him
.
“
And
how
's
Young
Woolwich
?
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
Ah
!
There
now
!
”
cries
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
turning
about
from
her
saucepans
(
for
she
is
cooking
dinner
)
,
with
a
bright
flush
on
her
face
.
“
Would
you
believe
it
?
Got
an
engagement
at
the
Theayter
,
with
his
father
,
to
play
the
fife
in
a
military
piece
.
”
“
Well
done
,
my
godson
!
”
cries
Mr.
George
,
slapping
his
thigh
.
“
I
believe
you
!
”
says
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
“
He
's
a
Briton
.
That
's
what
Woolwich
is
.
A
Briton
.
”
“
And
Mat
blows
away
at
his
bassoon
,
and
you
're
respectable
civilians
one
and
all
,
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
Family
people
.
Children
growing
up
.
Mat
's
old
mother
in
Scotland
,
and
your
old
father
somewhere
else
,
corresponded
with
;
and
helped
a
little
;
and
—
well
,
well
!
To
be
sure
,
I
do
n't
know
why
I
should
n't
be
wished
a
hundred
mile
away
,
for
I
have
not
much
to
do
with
all
this
!
”
Mr.
George
is
becoming
thoughtful
;
sitting
before
the
fire
in
the
white-washed
room
,
which
has
a
sanded
floor
,
and
a
barrack
smell
,
and
contains
nothing
superfluous
,
and
has
not
a
visible
speak
of
dirt
or
dust
in
it
,
from
the
faces
of
Quebec
and
Malta
to
the
bright
tin
pots
and
pannikins
upon
the
dresser
shelves
;
—
Mr
.
George
is
becoming
thoughtful
,
sitting
here
while
Mrs.
Bagnet
is
busy
,
when
Mr.
Bagnet
and
Young
Woolwich
opportunely
come
home
.
Mr.
Bagnet
is
an
ex-artilleryman
,
tall
and
upright
,
with
shaggy
eyebrows
,
and
whiskers
like
the
fibres
of
a
cocoanut
,
not
a
hair
upon
his
head
,
and
a
torrid
complexion
.
His
voice
,
short
,
deep
,
and
resonant
,
is
not
at
all
unlike
the
tones
of
the
instrument
to
which
he
is
devoted
.
Indeed
there
may
be
generally
observed
in
him
an
unbending
,
unyielding
,
brass-bound
air
,
as
if
he
were
himself
the
bassoon
of
the
human
orchestra
.
Young
Woolwich
is
the
type
and
model
of
a
young
drummer
.
Both
father
and
son
salute
the
trooper
heartily
.
He
saying
,
in
due
season
,
that
he
has
come
to
advise
with
Mr.
Bagnet
,
Mr.
Bagnet
hospitably
declares
that
he
will
hear
of
no
business
until
after
dinner
;
and
that
his
friend
shall
not
partake
of
his
counsel
,
without
first
partaking
of
boiled
pork
and
greens
.
The
trooper
yielding
to
this
invitation
,
he
and
Mr.
Bagnet
,
not
to
embarrass
the
domestic
preparations
,
go
forth
to
take
a
turn
up
and
down
the
little
street
,
which
they
promenade
with
measured
tread
and
folded
arms
,
as
if
it
were
a
rampart
.
“
George
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
You
know
me
.
It
's
my
old
girl
that
advises
.
She
has
the
head
.
But
I
never
own
to
it
before
her
.
Discipline
must
be
maintained
.
Wait
till
the
greens
is
off
her
mind
.
Then
,
we
'll
consult
.
Whatever
the
old
girl
says
,
do
—
do
it
!
”
“
I
intend
to
,
Mat
,
”
replies
the
other
.
“
I
would
sooner
take
her
opinion
than
that
of
a
college
.
”
“
College
,
”
returns
Mr.
Bagnet
,
in
short
sentences
,
bassoon-like
.
“
What
college
could
you
leave
—
in
another
quarter
of
the
world
—
with
nothing
but
a
grey
cloak
and
an
umbrella
—
to
make
its
way
home
to
Europe
?
The
old
girl
would
do
it
to-morrow
.
Did
it
once
!
”
“
You
are
right
,
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
What
college
,
”
pursues
Bagnet
,
“
could
you
set
up
in
life
—
with
two
penn'orth
of
white
lime
—
a
penn'orth
of
fuller
's
earth
—
a
ha'porth
of
sand
—
and
the
rest
of
the
change
out
of
sixpence
,
in
money
?
That
's
what
the
old
girl
started
on
.
In
the
present
business
.
”
“
I
am
rejoiced
to
hear
it
's
thriving
,
Mat
.
”
“
The
old
girl
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
,
acquiescing
,
“
saves
.
Has
a
stocking
somewhere
.
With
money
in
it
.
I
never
saw
it
.
But
I
know
she
's
got
it
.
Wait
till
the
greens
is
off
her
mind
.
Then
she
'll
set
you
up
.
”
“
She
is
a
treasure
!
”
exclaims
Mr.
George
.
“
She
's
more
.
But
I
never
own
to
it
before
her
.
Discipline
must
be
maintained
.
It
was
the
old
girl
that
brought
out
my
musical
abilities
.
I
should
have
been
in
the
artillery
now
,
but
for
the
old
girl
.
Six
years
I
hammered
at
the
fiddle
.
Ten
at
the
flute
.
The
old
girl
said
it
would
n't
do
;
intention
good
,
but
want
of
flexibility
;
try
the
bassoon
.
The
old
girl
borrowed
a
bassoon
from
the
bandmaster
of
the
Rifle
Regiment
.
I
practised
in
the
trenches
.
Got
on
,
got
another
,
get
a
living
by
it
!
”
George
remarks
that
she
looks
as
fresh
as
a
rose
,
and
as
sound
as
an
apple
.
“
The
old
girl
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
in
reply
,
“
is
a
thoroughly
fine
woman
.
Consequently
,
she
is
like
a
thoroughly
fine
day
.
Gets
finer
as
she
gets
on
.
I
never
saw
the
old
girl
's
equal
.
But
I
never
own
to
it
before
her
.
Discipline
must
be
maintained
!
”
Proceeding
to
converse
on
indifferent
matters
,
they
walk
up
and
down
the
little
street
,
keeping
step
and
time
,
until
summoned
by
Quebec
and
Malta
to
do
justice
to
the
pork
and
greens
;
over
which
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
like
a
military
chaplain
,
says
a
short
grace
.
In
the
distribution
of
these
comestibles
,
as
in
every
other
household
duty
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
developes
an
exact
system
;
sitting
with
every
dish
before
her
;
allotting
to
every
portion
of
pork
its
own
portion
of
pot-liquor
,
greens
,
potatoes
,
and
even
mustard
;
and
serving
it
out
complete
.
Having
likewise
served
out
the
beer
from
a
can
,
and
thus
supplied
the
mess
with
all
things
necessary
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
proceeds
to
satisfy
her
own
hunger
,
which
is
in
a
healthy
state
.
The
kit
of
the
mess
,
if
the
table
furniture
may
be
so
denominated
,
is
chiefly
composed
of
utensils
of
horn
and
tin
,
that
have
done
duty
in
several
parts
of
the
world
.
Young
Woolwich
's
knife
,
in
particular
,
which
is
of
the
oyster
kind
,
with
the
additional
feature
of
a
strong
shutting-up
movement
which
frequently
balks
the
appetite
of
that
young
musician
,
is
mentioned
as
having
gone
in
various
hands
the
complete
round
of
foreign
service
.
The
dinner
done
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
assisted
by
the
younger
branches
(
who
polish
their
own
cups
and
platters
,
knives
and
forks
)
,
makes
all
the
dinner
garniture
shine
as
brightly
as
before
,
and
puts
it
all
away
;
first
sweeping
the
hearth
,
to
the
end
that
Mr.
Bagnet
and
the
visitor
may
not
be
retarded
in
the
smoking
of
their
pipes
.
These
household
cares
involve
much
pattening
and
counter-pattening
in
the
back
yard
,
and
considerable
use
of
a
pail
,
which
is
finally
so
happy
as
to
assist
in
the
ablutions
of
Mrs.
Bagnet
herself
.
That
old
girl
reappearing
by
and
by
,
quite
fresh
,
and
sitting
down
to
her
needlework
,
then
and
only
then
—
the
greens
being
only
then
to
be
considered
as
entirely
off
her
mind
—
Mr.
Bagnet
requests
the
trooper
to
state
his
case
.
This
,
Mr.
George
does
with
great
discretion
;
appearing
to
address
himself
to
Mr.
Bagnet
,
but
having
an
eye
solely
on
the
old
girl
all
the
time
,
as
Bagnet
has
himself
.
She
,
equally
discreet
,
busies
herself
with
her
needlework
.
The
case
fully
stated
,
Mr.
Bagnet
resorts
to
his
standard
artifice
for
the
maintenance
of
discipline
.
“
That
's
the
whole
of
it
,
is
it
,
George
?
”
says
he
.
“
That
's
the
whole
of
it
.
”
“
You
act
according
to
my
opinion
?
”
“
I
shall
be
guided
,
”
replies
George
,
“
entirely
by
it
.
”
“
Old
girl
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
,
“
give
him
my
opinion
.
You
know
it
.
Tell
him
what
it
is
.
”
It
is
,
that
he
cannot
have
too
little
to
do
with
people
who
are
too
deep
for
him
,
and
cannot
be
too
careful
of
interference
with
matters
he
does
not
understand
;
that
the
plain
rule
is
,
to
do
nothing
in
the
dark
,
to
be
a
party
to
nothing
under-handed
or
mysterious
,
and
never
to
put
his
foot
where
he
cannot
see
the
ground
.
This
,
in
effect
,
is
Mr.
Bagnet
's
opinion
as
delivered
through
the
old
girl
;
and
it
so
relieves
Mr.
George
's
mind
,
by
confirming
his
own
opinion
and
banishing
his
doubts
,
that
he
composes
himself
to
smoke
another
pipe
on
that
exceptional
occasion
,
and
to
have
a
talk
over
old
times
with
the
whole
Bagnet
family
,
according
to
their
various
ranges
of
experience
.
Through
these
means
it
comes
to
pass
,
that
Mr.
George
does
not
again
rise
to
his
full
height
in
that
parlour
until
the
time
is
drawing
on
when
the
bassoon
and
fife
are
expected
by
a
British
public
at
the
theatre
;
and
as
it
takes
time
even
then
for
Mr.
George
,
in
his
domestic
character
of
Bluffy
,
to
take
leave
of
Quebec
and
Malta
,
and
insinuate
a
sponsorial
shilling
into
the
pocket
of
his
godson
,
with
felicitations
on
his
success
in
life
,
it
is
dark
when
Mr.
George
again
turns
his
face
towards
Lincoln
's
Inn
Fields
.
“
A
family
home
,
”
he
ruminates
,
as
he
marches
along
,
“
however
small
it
is
,
makes
a
man
like
me
look
lonely
.
But
it
's
well
I
never
made
that
evolution
of
matrimony
.
I
should
n't
have
been
fit
for
it
.
I
am
such
a
vagabond
still
,
even
at
my
present
time
of
life
,
that
I
could
n't
hold
to
the
gallery
a
month
together
,
if
it
was
a
regular
pursuit
,
or
if
I
did
n't
camp
there
,
gypsey
fashion
.
Come
!
I
disgrace
nobody
and
cumber
nobody
:
that
's
something
.
I
have
not
done
that
,
for
many
a
long
year
!
”
So
he
whistles
it
off
,
and
marches
on
.
Arrived
in
Lincoln
's
Inn
Fields
,
and
mounting
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
's
stair
,
he
finds
the
outer
door
closed
,
and
the
chambers
shut
;
but
the
trooper
not
knowing
much
about
outer
doors
,
and
the
staircase
being
dark
besides
,
he
is
yet
fumbling
and
groping
about
,
hoping
to
discover
a
bell
handle
or
to
open
the
door
for
himself
,
when
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
comes
up
the
stairs
(
quietly
,
or
course
)
,
and
angrily
asks
:
“
Who
is
that
?
What
are
you
doing
there
?
”
“
I
ask
your
pardon
,
sir
.
It
's
George
.
The
serjeant
.
”
“
And
could
n't
George
,
the
serjeant
,
see
that
my
door
was
locked
?
”
“
Why
no
,
sir
,
I
could
n't
.
At
any
rate
,
I
did
n't
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
rather
nettled
.
“
Have
you
changed
your
mind
?
or
are
you
in
the
same
mind
?
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
demands
.
But
he
knows
well
enough
at
a
glance
.
“
In
the
same
mind
,
sir
.
”
“
I
thought
so
.
That
's
sufficient
.
You
can
go
.
So
,
you
are
the
man
,
”
says
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
opening
his
door
with
the
key
,
“
in
whose
hiding-place
Mr.
Gridley
was
found
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
am
the
man
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
stopping
two
or
three
stairs
down
.
“
What
then
,
sir
?
”
“
What
then
?
I
do
n't
like
your
associates
.
You
should
not
have
seen
the
inside
of
my
door
this
morning
,
if
I
had
thought
of
your
being
that
man
.
Gridley
?
A
threatening
,
murderous
,
dangerous
fellow
.
”
With
these
words
,
spoken
in
an
unusually
high
tone
for
him
,
the
lawyer
goes
into
his
rooms
,
and
shuts
the
door
with
a
thundering
noise
.
Mr.
George
takes
this
dismissal
in
great
dudgeon
;
the
greater
,
because
a
clerk
coming
up
the
stairs
has
heard
the
last
words
of
all
,
and
evidently
applies
them
to
him
.
“
A
pretty
character
to
bear
,
”
the
trooper
growls
with
a
hasty
oath
,
as
he
strides
down
stairs
.
“
A
threatening
,
murderous
,
dangerous
fellow
!
”
and
looking
up
,
he
sees
the
clerk
looking
down
at
him
,
and
marking
him
as
he
passes
a
lamp
.
This
so
intensifies
his
dudgeon
,
that
for
five
minutes
he
is
in
an
ill
humour
.
But
he
whistles
that
off
,
like
the
rest
of
it
;
and
marches
home
to
the
Shooting
Gallery
.
CHAPTER
XXVIII
.
THE
IRONMASTER
.
SIR
LEICESTER
DEDLOCK
has
got
the
better
,
for
the
time
being
,
of
the
family
gout
;
and
is
once
more
,
in
a
literal
no
less
than
in
a
figurative
point
of
view
,
upon
his
legs
.
He
is
at
his
place
in
Lincolnshire
;
but
the
waters
are
out
again
on
the
low-lying
grounds
,
and
the
cold
and
damp
steal
into
Chesney
Wold
,
though
well
defended
,
and
eke
into
Sir
Leicester
's
bones
.
The
blazing
fires
of
faggot
and
coal
—
Dedlock
timber
and
antediluvian
forest
—
that
blaze
upon
the
broad
wide
hearths
,
and
wink
in
the
twilight
on
the
frowning
woods
,
sullen
to
see
how
trees
are
sacrificed
,
do
not
exclude
the
enemy
.
The
hot-water
pipes
that
trail
themselves
all
over
the
house
,
the
cushioned
doors
and
windows
,
and
the
screens
and
curtains
,
fail
to
supply
the
fires
'
deficiencies
,
and
to
satisfy
Sir
Leicester
's
need
.
Hence
the
fashionable
intelligence
proclaims
one
morning
to
the
listening
earth
,
that
Lady
Dedlock
is
expected
shortly
to
return
to
town
for
a
few
weeks
.
It
is
a
melancholy
truth
that
even
great
men
have
their
poor
relations
.
Indeed
great
men
have
often
more
than
their
fair
share
of
poor
relations
;
inasmuch
as
very
red
blood
of
the
superior
quality
,
like
inferior
blood
unlawfully
shed
,
will
cry
aloud
,
and
will
be
heard
.
Sir
Leicester
's
cousins
,
in
the
remotest
degree
,
are
so
many
Murders
,
in
the
respect
that
they
“
will
out
.
”
Among
whom
there
are
cousins
who
are
so
poor
,
that
one
might
almost
dare
to
think
it
would
have
been
the
happier
for
them
never
to
have
been
plated
links
upon
the
Dedlock
chain
of
gold
,
but
to
have
been
made
of
common
iron
at
first
,
and
done
base
service
.
Service
,
however
(
with
a
few
limited
reservations
:
genteel
but
not
profitable
)
,
they
may
not
do
,
being
of
the
Dedlock
dignity
.
So
they
visit
their
richer
cousins
,
and
get
into
debt
when
they
can
,
and
live
but
shabbily
when
they
ca
n't
,
and
find
—
the
women
no
husbands
,
and
the
men
no
wives
—
and
ride
in
borrowed
carriages
,
and
sit
at
feasts
that
are
never
of
their
own
making
,
and
so
go
through
high
life
.
The
rich
family
sum
has
been
divided
by
so
many
figures
,
and
they
are
the
something
over
that
nobody
knows
what
to
do
with
.
Everybody
on
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
's
side
of
the
question
,
and
of
his
way
of
thinking
,
would
appear
to
be
his
cousin
more
or
less
.
From
my
Lord
Boodle
,
through
the
Duke
of
Foodle
,
down
to
Noodle
,
Sir
Leicester
,
like
a
glorious
spider
,
stretches
his
threads
of
relationship
.
But
while
he
is
stately
in
the
counsinship
of
the
Everybodys
,
he
is
a
kind
and
generous
man
,
according
to
his
dignified
way
,
in
the
cousinship
of
the
Nobodys
;
and
at
the
present
time
,
in
despite
of
the
damp
,
he
stays
out
the
visit
of
several
such
cousins
at
Chesney
Wold
,
with
the
constancy
of
a
martyr
.
Of
these
,
foremost
in
the
first
rank
stands
Volumnia
Dedlock
,
a
young
lady
(
of
sixty
)
,
who
is
doubly
highly
related
;
having
the
honor
to
be
a
poor
relation
,
by
the
mother
's
side
,
to
another
great
family
.
Miss
Volumnia
,
displaying
in
early
life
a
pretty
talent
for
cutting
ornaments
out
of
colored
paper
,
and
also
for
singing
to
the
guitar
in
the
Spanish
tongue
,
and
propounding
French
conundrums
in
country
houses
,
passed
the
twenty
years
of
her
existence
between
twenty
and
forty
in
a
sufficiently
agreeable
manner
.
Lapsing
then
out
of
date
,
and
being
considered
to
bore
mankind
by
her
vocal
performances
in
the
Spanish
language
,
she
retired
to
Bath
;
where
she
lives
slenderly
on
an
annual
present
from
Sir
Leicester
,
and
whence
she
makes
occasional
resurrections
in
the
country
houses
of
her
cousins
.
She
has
an
extensive
acquaintance
at
Bath
among
appalling
old
gentlemen
with
thin
legs
and
nankeen
trousers
,
and
is
of
high
standing
in
that
dreary
city
.
But
she
is
a
little
dreaded
elsewhere
,
in
consequence
of
an
indiscreet
profusion
in
the
article
of
rouge
,
and
persistency
in
an
obsolete
pearl
necklace
like
a
rosary
of
little
bird's-eggs
.
In
any
country
in
a
wholesome
state
,
Volumnia
would
be
a
clear
case
for
the
pension
list
.
Efforts
have
been
made
to
get
her
on
it
;
and
when
William
Buffy
came
in
,
it
was
fully
expected
that
her
name
would
be
put
down
for
a
couple
of
hundred
a-year
.
But
William
Buffy
somehow
discovered
,
contrary
to
all
expectation
,
that
these
were
not
times
when
it
could
be
done
;
and
this
was
the
first
clear
indication
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
had
conveyed
to
him
,
that
the
country
was
going
to
pieces
.
There
is
likewise
the
Honorable
Bob
Stables
,
who
can
make
warm
mashes
with
the
skill
of
a
veterinary
surgeon
,
and
is
a
better
shot
than
most
gamekeepers
.
He
has
been
for
some
time
particularly
desirous
to
serve
his
country
in
a
post
of
good
emoluments
,
unaccompanied
by
any
trouble
or
responsibility
.
In
a
well
regulated
body
politic
,
this
natural
desire
on
the
part
of
a
spirited
young
gentleman
so
highly
connected
,
would
be
speedily
recognised
;
but
somehow
William
Buffy
found
when
he
came
in
,
that
these
were
not
times
in
which
he
could
manage
that
little
matter
,
either
;
and
this
was
the
second
indication
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
had
conveyed
to
him
,
that
the
country
was
going
to
pieces
.
The
rest
of
the
cousins
are
ladies
and
gentlemen
of
various
ages
and
capacities
;
the
major
part
,
amiable
and
sensible
,
and
likely
to
have
done
well
enough
in
life
if
they
could
have
overcome
their
cousinship
;
as
it
is
,
they
are
almost
all
a
little
worsted
by
it
,
and
lounge
in
purposeless
and
listless
paths
,
and
seem
to
be
quite
as
much
at
a
loss
how
to
dispose
of
themselves
,
as
anybody
else
can
be
how
to
dispose
of
them
.
In
this
society
,
and
where
not
,
my
Lady
Dedlock
reigns
supreme
.
Beautiful
,
elegant
,
accomplished
,
and
powerful
in
her
little
world
(
for
the
world
of
fashion
does
not
stretch
all
the
way
from
pole
to
pole
)
,
her
influence
in
Sir
Leicester
's
house
,
however
haughty
and
indifferent
her
manner
,
is
greatly
to
improve
it
and
refine
it
.
The
cousins
,
even
those
older
cousins
who
were
paralysed
when
Sir
Leicester
married
her
,
do
her
feudal
homage
;
and
the
Honorable
Bob
Stables
daily
repeats
to
some
chosen
person
,
between
breakfast
and
lunch
,
his
favourite
original
remark
that
she
is
the
best
groomed
woman
in
the
whole
stud
.
Such
the
guests
in
the
long
drawing-room
at
Chesney
Wold
this
dismal
night
,
when
the
step
on
the
Ghost
's
Walk
(
inaudible
here
,
however
)
might
be
the
step
of
a
deceased
cousin
shut
out
in
the
cold
.
It
is
near
bed-time
.
Bed-room
fires
blaze
brightly
all
over
the
house
,
raising
ghosts
or
grim
furniture
on
wall
and
ceiling
.
Bed-room
candlesticks
bristle
on
the
distant
table
by
the
door
,
and
cousins
yawn
on
ottomans
.
Cousins
at
the
piano
,
cousins
at
the
soda-water
tray
,
cousins
rising
from
the
card-table
,
cousins
gathered
round
the
fire
.
Standing
on
one
side
of
his
own
peculiar
fire
(
for
there
are
two
)
,
Sir
Leicester
.
On
the
opposite
side
of
the
broad
hearth
,
my
Lady
at
her
table
.
Volumnia
,
as
one
of
the
more
privileged
cousins
,
in
a
luxurious
chair
between
them
.
Sir
Leicester
glancing
,
with
magnificent
displeasure
,
at
the
rouge
and
the
pearl
necklace
.
“
I
occasionally
meet
on
my
staircase
here
,
”
drawls
Volumnia
,
whose
thoughts
perhaps
are
already
hopping
up
it
to
bed
,
after
a
long
evening
of
very
desultory
talk
,
“
one
of
the
prettiest
girls
,
I
think
,
that
I
ever
saw
in
my
life
.
”
“
A
protegée
of
my
lady
's
,
”
observes
Sir
Leicester
.
“
I
thought
so
.
I
felt
sure
that
some
uncommon
eye
must
have
picked
that
girl
out
.
She
really
is
a
marvel
.
A
dolly
sort
of
beauty
perhaps
,
”
says
Miss
Volumnia
,
reserving
her
own
sort
,
“
but
in
its
way
,
perfect
;
such
bloom
I
never
saw
!
”
Sir
Leicester
with
his
magnificent
glance
of
displeasure
at
the
rouge
,
appears
to
say
so
too
.
“
Indeed
,
”
remarks
my
Lady
,
languidly
,
“
if
there
is
any
uncommon
eye
in
the
case
,
it
is
Mrs.
Rouncewell
's
,
and
not
mine
.
Rosa
is
her
discovery
.
”
“
Your
maid
,
I
suppose
?
”
“
No.
My
anything
;
pet
—
secretary
—
messenger
—
I
do
n't
know
what
.
”
“
You
like
to
have
her
about
you
,
as
you
would
like
to
have
a
flower
,
or
a
bird
,
or
a
picture
,
or
a
poodle
—
no
,
not
a
poodle
,
though
—
or
anything
else
that
was
equally
pretty
?
”
says
Volumnia
,
sympathising
.
“
Yes
,
how
charming
now
!
and
how
well
that
delightful
old
soul
Mrs.
Rouncewell
is
looking
.
She
must
be
an
immense
age
,
and
yet
she
is
as
active
and
handsome
!
—
She
is
the
dearest
friend
I
have
,
positively
!
”
Sir
Leicester
feels
it
to
be
right
and
fitting
that
the
housekeeper
of
Chesney
Wold
should
be
a
remarkable
person
.
Apart
from
that
,
he
has
a
real
regard
for
Mrs.
Rouncewell
,
and
likes
to
hear
her
praised
.
So
he
says
,
“
You
are
right
,
Volumnia
;
”
which
Volumnia
is
extremely
glad
to
hear
.
“
She
has
no
daughter
of
her
own
,
has
she
?
”
“
Mrs.
Rouncewell
?
No
,
Volumnia
.
She
has
a
son
.
Indeed
,
she
had
two
.
”
My
Lady
,
whose
chronic
malady
of
boredom
has
been
sadly
aggravated
by
Volumnia
this
evening
,
glances
wearily
towards
the
candlesticks
and
heaves
a
noiseless
sigh
.
“
And
it
is
a
remarkable
example
of
the
confusion
into
which
the
present
age
has
fallen
;
of
the
obliteration
of
landmarks
,
the
opening
of
floodgates
,
and
the
uprooting
of
distinctions
,
”
says
Sir
Leicester
with
stately
gloom
;
“
that
I
have
been
informed
,
by
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
that
Mrs.
Rouncewell
's
son
has
been
invited
to
go
into
Parliament
.
”
Miss
Volumnia
utters
a
little
sharp
scream
.
“
Yes
,
indeed
,
”
repeats
Sir
Leicester
.
“
Into
Parliament
.
”
“
I
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
!
Good
gracious
,
what
is
the
man
?
”
exclaims
Volumnia
.
“
He
is
called
,
I
believe
—
an
—
Ironmaster
.
”
Sir
Leicester
says
it
slowly
,
and
with
gravity
and
doubt
,
as
not
being
sure
but
that
he
is
called
a
Leadmistress
;
or
that
the
right
word
may
be
some
other
word
expressive
of
some
other
relationship
to
some
other
metal
.
Volumnia
utters
another
little
scream
.
“
He
has
declined
the
proposal
,
if
my
information
from
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
be
correct
,
as
I
have
no
doubt
it
is
,
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
being
always
correct
and
exact
;
still
that
does
not
,
”
says
Sir
Leicester
,
“
that
does
not
lessen
the
anomaly
;
which
is
fraught
with
strange
considerations
—
startling
considerations
,
as
it
appears
to
me
.
”
Miss
Volumnia
rising
with
a
look
candlestick-wards
,
Sir
Leicester
politely
performs
the
grand
tour
of
the
drawing-room
,
brings
one
,
and
lights
it
at
my
Lady
's
shaded
lamp
.
“
I
must
beg
you
,
my
Lady
,
”
he
says
while
doing
so
,
“
to
remain
a
few
moments
;
for
this
individual
of
whom
I
speak
,
arrived
this
evening
shortly
before
dinner
,
and
requested
—
in
a
very
becoming
note
;
”
Sir
Leicester
,
with
his
habitual
regard
to
truth
,
dwells
upon
it
;
“
I
am
bound
to
say
,
in
a
very
becoming
and
well
expressed
note
—
the
favor
of
a
short
interview
with
yourself
and
my
self
,
on
the
subject
of
this
young
girl
.
As
it
appeared
that
he
wished
to
depart
to-night
,
I
replied
that
we
would
see
him
before
retiring
.
”
Miss
Volumnia
with
a
third
little
scream
takes
flight
,
wishing
her
hosts
—
O
Lud
!
—
well
rid
of
the
—
what
is
it
?
—
Ironmaster
!
The
other
cousins
soon
disperse
,
to
the
last
cousin
there
.
Sir
Leicester
rings
the
bell
.
“
Make
my
compliments
to
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
in
the
housekeeper
's
apartments
,
and
say
I
can
receive
him
now
.
”
My
Lady
,
who
has
heard
all
this
with
slight
attention
outwardly
,
looks
towards
Mr.
Rouncewell
as
he
comes
in
.
He
is
a
little
over
fifty
perhaps
,
of
a
good
figure
,
like
his
mother
;
and
has
a
clear
voice
,
a
broad
forehead
from
which
his
dark
hair
has
retired
,
and
a
shrewd
,
though
open
face
.
He
is
a
responsible-looking
gentleman
dressed
in
black
,
portly
enough
,
but
strong
and
active
.
Has
a
perfectly
natural
and
easy
air
,
and
is
not
in
the
least
embarrassed
by
the
great
presence
into
which
he
comes
.
“
Sir
Leicester
and
Lady
Dedlock
,
as
I
have
already
apologised
for
intruding
on
you
,
I
cannot
do
better
than
be
very
brief
.
I
thank
you
,
Sir
Leicester
.
”
The
head
of
the
Dedlocks
has
motioned
towards
a
sofa
between
himself
and
my
Lady
.
Mr.
Rouncewell
quietly
takes
his
seat
there
.
“
In
these
busy
times
,
when
so
many
great
undertakings
are
in
progress
,
people
like
myself
have
so
many
workmen
in
so
many
places
,
that
we
are
always
on
the
flight
.
”
Sir
Leicester
is
content
enough
that
the
ironmaster
should
feel
that
there
is
no
hurry
there
;
there
,
in
that
ancient
house
,
rooted
in
that
quiet
park
,
where
the
ivy
and
the
moss
have
had
time
to
mature
,
and
the
gnarled
and
warted
elms
,
and
the
umbrageous
oaks
,
stand
deep
in
the
fern
and
leaves
of
a
hundred
years
;
and
where
the
sun-dial
on
the
terrace
has
dumbly
recorded
for
centuries
that
Time
,
which
was
as
much
the
property
of
every
Dedlock
—
while
he
lasted
—
as
the
house
and
lands
.
Sir
Leicester
sits
down
in
an
easy
chair
,
opposing
his
repose
and
that
of
Chesney
Wold
to
the
restless
flights
of
ironmasters
.
“
Lady
Dedlock
has
been
so
kind
,
”
proceeds
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
with
a
respectful
glance
and
a
bow
that
way
,
“
as
to
place
near
her
a
young
beauty
of
the
name
of
Rosa
.
Now
,
my
son
has
fallen
in
love
with
Rosa
;
and
has
asked
my
consent
to
his
proposing
marriage
to
her
,
and
to
their
becoming
engaged
if
she
will
take
him
—
which
I
suppose
she
will
.
I
have
never
seen
Rosa
until
to-day
,
but
I
have
some
confidence
in
my
son
's
good
sense
—
even
in
love
.
I
find
her
what
he
represents
her
,
to
the
best
of
my
judgment
;
and
my
mother
speaks
of
her
with
great
commendation
.
”
“
She
in
all
respects
deserves
it
,
”
says
my
Lady
.
“
I
am
happy
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
that
you
say
so
;
and
I
need
not
comment
on
the
value
to
me
of
your
kind
opinion
of
her
.
”
“
That
,
”
observes
Sir
Leicester
,
with
unspeakable
grandeur
;
for
he
thinks
the
ironmaster
a
little
too
glib
;
“
must
be
quite
unnecessary
.
”
“
Quite
unnecessary
,
Sir
Leicester
.
Now
,
my
son
is
a
very
young
man
,
and
Rosa
is
a
very
young
woman
.
As
I
made
my
way
,
so
my
son
must
make
his
;
and
his
being
married
at
present
is
out
of
the
question
.
But
supposing
I
gave
my
consent
to
his
engaging
himself
to
this
pretty
girl
,
if
this
pretty
girl
will
engage
herself
to
him
,
I
think
it
a
piece
of
candor
to
say
at
once
—
I
am
sure
,
Sir
Leicester
and
Lady
Dedlock
,
you
will
understand
and
excuse
me
—
I
should
make
it
a
condition
that
she
did
not
remain
at
Chesney
Wold
.
Therefore
,
before
communicating
further
with
my
son
,
I
take
the
liberty
of
saying
that
if
her
removal
would
be
in
any
way
inconvenient
or
objectionable
,
I
will
hold
the
matter
over
with
him
for
any
reasonable
time
,
and
leave
it
precisely
where
it
is
.
”
Not
remain
at
Chesney
Wold
!
Make
it
a
condition
!
All
Sir
Leicester
's
old
misgivings
relative
to
Wat
Tyler
,
and
the
people
in
the
iron
districts
who
do
nothing
but
turn
out
by
torchlight
,
come
in
a
shower
upon
his
head
:
the
fine
grey
hair
of
which
,
as
well
as
of
his
whiskers
,
actually
stirs
with
indignation
.
“
Am
I
to
understand
,
sir
,
”
says
Sir
Leicester
,
“
and
is
my
Lady
to
understand
;
”
he
brings
her
in
thus
specially
,
first
as
a
point
of
gallantry
,
and
next
as
a
point
of
prudence
,
having
great
reliance
on
her
sense
;
“
am
I
to
understand
,
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
and
is
my
Lady
to
understand
,
sir
,
that
you
consider
this
young
woman
too
good
for
Chesney
Wold
,
or
likely
to
be
injured
by
remaining
here
?
”
“
Certainly
not
,
Sir
Leicester
.
”
“
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
.
”
Sir
Leicester
very
lofty
indeed
.
“
Pray
,
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
”
says
my
Lady
,
warning
Sir
Leicester
off
with
the
slightest
gesture
of
her
pretty
hand
,
as
if
he
were
a
fly
,
“
explain
to
me
what
you
mean
.
”
“
Willingly
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
There
is
nothing
I
could
desire
more
.
”
Addressing
her
composed
face
,
whose
intelligence
,
however
,
is
too
quick
and
active
to
be
concealed
by
any
studied
impassiveness
,
however
habitual
,
to
the
strong
Saxon
face
of
the
visitor
,
a
picture
of
resolution
and
perseverance
,
my
Lady
listens
with
attention
,
occasionally
slightly
bending
her
head
.
“
I
am
the
son
of
your
housekeeper
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
and
passed
my
childhood
about
this
house
.
My
mother
has
lived
here
half
a
century
,
and
will
die
here
I
have
no
doubt
.
She
is
one
of
those
examples
—
perhaps
as
good
a
one
as
there
is
—
of
love
,
and
attachment
,
and
fidelity
in
such
a
station
,
which
England
may
well
be
proud
of
;
but
of
which
no
order
can
appropriate
the
whole
pride
or
the
whole
merit
,
because
such
an
instance
bespeaks
high
worth
on
two
sides
;
on
the
great
side
,
assuredly
;
on
the
small
one
,
no
less
assuredly
.
”
Sir
Leicester
snorts
a
little
to
hear
the
law
laid
down
in
this
way
;
but
in
his
honor
and
his
love
of
truth
,
he
freely
,
though
silently
,
admits
the
justice
of
the
ironmaster
's
proposition
.
“
Pardon
me
for
saying
what
is
so
obvious
,
but
I
would
n't
have
it
hastily
supposed
,
”
with
the
least
turn
of
his
eyes
towards
Sir
Leicester
,
“
that
I
am
ashamed
of
my
mother
's
position
here
,
or
wanting
in
all
just
respect
for
Chesney
Wold
and
the
family
.
I
certainly
may
have
desired
—
I
certainly
have
desired
,
Lady
Dedlock
—
that
my
mother
should
retire
after
so
many
years
,
and
end
her
days
with
me
.
But
,
as
I
have
found
that
to
sever
this
strong
bond
would
be
to
break
her
heart
,
I
have
long
abandoned
that
idea
.
”
Sir
Leicester
very
magnificent
again
,
at
the
notion
of
Mrs.
Rouncewell
being
spirited
off
from
her
natural
home
,
to
end
her
days
with
an
ironmaster
.
“
I
have
been
,
”
proceeds
the
visitor
,
in
a
modest
clear
way
,
“
an
apprentice
,
and
a
workman
.
I
have
lived
on
workman
's
wages
,
years
and
years
,
and
beyond
a
certain
point
have
had
to
educate
myself
.
My
wife
was
a
foreman
's
daughter
,
and
plainly
brought
up
.
We
have
three
daughters
,
besides
this
son
of
whom
I
have
spoken
;
and
being
fortunately
able
to
give
them
greater
advantages
than
we
had
ourselves
,
we
have
educated
them
well
;
very
well
.
It
has
been
one
of
our
great
cares
and
pleasures
to
make
them
worthy
of
any
station
.
”
A
little
boastfulness
in
his
fatherly
tone
here
,
as
if
he
added
in
his
heart
,
“
even
of
the
Chesney
Wold
station
.
”
Not
a
little
more
magnificence
,
therefore
,
on
the
part
of
Sir
Leicester
.
All
this
is
so
frequent
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
where
I
live
,
and
among
the
class
to
which
I
belong
,
that
what
would
be
generally
called
unequal
marriages
are
not
of
such
rare
occurrence
with
us
as
elsewhere
.
A
son
will
sometimes
make
it
known
to
his
father
that
he
has
fallen
in
love
,
say
with
a
young
woman
in
the
factory
.
The
father
,
who
once
worked
in
a
factory
himself
,
will
be
a
little
disappointed
at
first
,
very
possibly
.
It
may
be
that
he
had
other
views
for
his
son
.
However
,
the
chances
are
,
that
having
ascertained
the
young
woman
to
be
of
unblemished
character
,
he
will
say
to
his
son
,
‘I
must
be
quite
sure
that
you
are
in
earnest
here
.
This
is
a
serious
matter
for
both
of
you
.
Therefore
I
shall
have
this
girl
educated
for
two
years’
—
or
,
it
may
be
—
‘I
shall
place
this
girl
at
the
same
school
with
your
sisters
for
such
a
time
,
during
which
you
will
give
me
your
word
and
honor
to
see
her
only
so
often
.
If
,
at
the
expiration
of
that
time
,
when
she
has
so
far
profited
by
her
advantages
as
that
you
may
be
upon
a
fair
equality
,
you
are
both
in
the
same
mind
,
I
will
do
my
part
to
make
you
happy.’
I
know
of
several
cases
such
as
I
describe
,
my
Lady
,
and
I
think
they
indicate
to
me
my
own
course
now
.
”
Sir
Leicester
's
magnificence
explodes
.
Calmly
,
but
terribly
.
“
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
”
says
Sir
Leicester
,
with
his
right
hand
in
the
breast
of
his
blue
coat
—
the
attitude
of
state
in
which
he
is
painted
in
the
gallery
:
“
do
you
draw
a
parallel
between
Chesney
Wold
,
and
a
—
”
here
he
resists
a
disposition
to
choke
—
“
a
factory
?
”
“
I
need
not
reply
,
Sir
Leicester
,
that
the
two
places
are
very
different
;
but
,
for
the
purposes
of
this
case
,
I
think
a
parallel
may
be
justly
drawn
between
them
.
”
Sir
Leicester
directs
his
majestic
glance
down
one
side
of
the
long
drawing-room
,
and
up
the
other
,
before
he
can
believe
that
he
is
awake
.
“
Are
you
aware
,
sir
,
that
this
young
woman
whom
my
Lady
—
my
Lady
—
has
placed
near
her
person
,
was
brought
up
at
the
village
school
outside
the
gates
?
”
“
Sir
Leicester
,
I
am
quite
aware
of
it
.
A
very
good
school
it
is
,
and
handsomely
supported
by
this
family
.
”
“
Then
,
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
”
returns
Sir
Leicester
,
“
the
application
of
what
you
have
said
,
is
,
to
me
,
incomprehensible
.
”
“
Will
it
be
more
comprehensible
,
Sir
Leicester
,
if
I
say
,
”
the
ironmaster
is
reddening
a
little
,
“
that
I
do
not
regard
the
village-school
as
teaching
everything
desirable
to
be
known
by
my
son
's
wife
?
”
From
the
village
school
of
Chesney
Wold
,
intact
as
it
is
this
minute
,
to
the
whole
framework
of
society
;
from
the
whole
framework
of
society
,
to
the
aforesaid
framework
receiving
tremendous
cracks
in
consequence
of
people
(
ironmasters
,
lead-mistresses
,
and
what
not
)
not
minding
their
catechism
,
and
getting
out
of
the
station
unto
which
they
are
called
—
necessarily
and
for
ever
,
according
to
Sir
Leicester
's
rapid
logic
,
the
first
station
in
which
they
happen
to
find
themselves
;
and
from
that
,
to
their
educating
other
people
out
of
their
stations
,
and
so
obliterating
the
landmarks
,
and
opening
the
floodgates
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
;
this
is
the
swift
progress
of
the
Dedlock
mind
.
“
My
Lady
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
Permit
me
,
for
one
moment
!
”
She
has
given
a
faint
indication
of
intending
to
speak
.
“
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
our
views
of
duty
,
and
our
views
of
station
,
and
our
views
of
education
,
and
our
views
of
—
in
short
,
all
our
views
—
are
so
diametrically
opposed
,
that
to
prolong
this
discussion
must
be
repellant
to
your
feelings
,
and
repellant
to
my
own
.
This
young
woman
is
honored
with
my
Lady
's
notice
and
favor
.
If
she
wishes
to
withdraw
herself
from
that
notice
and
favor
,
or
if
she
chooses
to
place
herself
under
the
influence
of
any
one
who
may
in
his
peculiar
opinions
—
you
will
allow
me
to
say
,
in
his
peculiar
opinions
,
though
I
readily
admit
that
he
is
not
accountable
for
them
to
me
—
who
may
,
in
his
peculiar
opinions
,
withdraw
her
from
that
notice
and
favor
,
she
is
at
any
time
at
liberty
to
do
so
.
We
are
obliged
to
you
for
the
plainness
with
which
you
have
spoken
.
It
will
have
no
effect
of
itself
,
one
way
or
other
,
on
the
young
woman
's
position
here
.
Beyond
this
,
we
can
make
no
terms
;
and
here
we
beg
—
if
you
will
be
so
good
—
to
leave
the
subject
.
”
The
visitor
pauses
a
moment
to
give
my
Lady
an
opportunity
,
but
she
says
nothing
.
He
then
rises
and
replies
:
“
Sir
Leicester
and
Lady
Dedlock
,
allow
me
to
thank
you
for
your
attention
,
and
only
to
observe
that
I
shall
very
seriously
recommend
my
son
to
conquer
his
present
inclinations
.
Good
night
!
”
“
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
”
says
Sir
Leicester
,
with
all
the
nature
of
a
gentleman
shining
in
him
,
“
it
is
late
,
and
the
roads
are
dark
.
I
hope
your
time
is
not
so
precious
but
that
you
will
allow
my
Lady
and
myself
to
offer
you
the
hospitality
of
Chesney
Wold
,
for
to-night
at
least
.
”
“
I
hope
so
,
”
adds
my
Lady
.
“
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
but
I
have
to
travel
all
night
,
in
order
to
reach
a
distant
part
of
the
country
,
punctually
at
an
appointed
time
in
the
morning
.
”
Therewith
the
ironmaster
takes
his
departure
;
Sir
Leicester
ringing
the
bell
,
and
my
Lady
rising
as
he
leaves
the
room
.
When
my
Lady
goes
to
her
boudoir
,
she
sits
down
thoughtfully
by
the
fire
;
and
,
inattentive
to
the
Ghost
's
Walk
,
looks
at
Rosa
,
writing
in
an
inner
room
.
Presently
my
Lady
calls
her
.
“
Come
to
me
,
child
.
Tell
me
the
truth
.
Are
you
in
love
?
”
“
O
!
My
Lady
!
”
My
Lady
,
looking
at
the
downcast
and
blushing
face
,
says
smiling
:
“
Who
is
it
?
Is
it
Mrs.
Rouncewell
's
grandson
?
”
“
Yes
,
if
you
please
,
my
Lady
.
But
I
do
n't
know
that
I
am
in
love
with
him
—
yet
.
”
“
Yet
,
you
silly
little
thing
?
Do
you
know
that
he
loves
you
,
yet
?
”
“
I
think
he
likes
me
a
little
,
my
Lady
.
”
And
Rosa
bursts
into
tears
.
Is
this
Lady
Dedlock
standing
beside
the
village
beauty
,
smoothing
her
dark
hair
with
that
motherly
touch
,
and
watching
her
with
eyes
so
full
of
musing
interest
?
Aye
,
indeed
it
is
!
“
Listen
to
me
,
child
.
You
are
young
and
true
,
and
I
believe
you
are
attached
to
me
.
”
“
Indeed
I
am
,
my
Lady
.
Indeed
there
is
nothing
in
the
world
I
would
n't
do
,
to
show
how
much
.
”
“
And
I
do
n't
think
you
would
wish
to
leave
me
just
yet
,
Rosa
,
even
for
a
lover
.
”
“
No
,
my
Lady
!
O
no
!
”
Rosa
looks
up
for
the
first
time
,
quite
frightened
at
the
thought
.
“
Confide
in
me
,
my
child
.
Do
n't
fear
me
.
I
wish
you
to
be
happy
,
and
will
make
you
so
—
if
I
can
make
anybody
happy
on
this
earth
.
”
Rosa
,
with
fresh
tears
,
kneels
at
her
feet
and
kisses
her
hand
.
My
Lady
takes
the
hand
with
which
she
has
caught
it
,
and
,
standing
with
her
eyes
fixed
on
the
fire
,
puts
it
about
and
about
between
her
own
two
hands
,
and
gradually
lets
it
fall
.
Seeing
her
so
absorbed
,
Rosa
softly
withdraws
;
but
still
my
Lady
's
eyes
are
on
the
fire
.
In
search
of
what
?
Of
any
hand
that
is
no
more
,
of
any
hand
that
never
was
,
of
any
touch
that
might
have
magically
changed
her
life
?
Or
does
she
listen
to
the
Ghost
's
Walk
,
and
think
what
step
does
it
most
resemble
?
A
man
's
?
A
woman
's
?
The
pattering
of
a
little
child
's
feet
,
ever
coming
on
—
on
—
on
?
Some
melancholy
influence
is
upon
her
;
or
why
should
so
proud
a
lady
close
the
doors
,
and
sit
alone
upon
the
hearth
so
desolate
?
Volumnia
is
away
next
day
,
and
all
the
cousins
are
scattered
before
dinner
.
Not
a
cousin
of
the
batch
but
is
amazed
to
hear
from
Sir
Leicester
,
at
breakfast
time
,
of
the
obliteration
of
landmarks
,
and
opening
of
floodgates
,
and
cracking
of
the
framework
of
society
,
manifested
through
Mrs.
Rouncewell
's
son
.
Not
a
cousin
of
the
batch
but
is
really
indignant
,
and
connects
it
with
the
feebleness
of
William
Buffy
when
in
office
,
and
really
does
feel
deprived
of
a
stake
in
the
country
—
or
the
pension
list
—
or
something
—
by
fraud
and
wrong
.
As
to
Volumnia
,
she
is
handed
down
the
great
staircase
by
Sir
Leicester
,
as
eloquent
upon
the
theme
,
as
if
there
were
a
general
rising
in
the
North
of
England
to
obtain
her
rouge-pot
and
pearl
necklace
.
And
thus
,
with
a
clatter
of
maids
and
valets
—
for
it
is
one
appurtenance
of
their
cousinship
,
that
,
however
difficult
they
may
find
it
to
keep
themselves
,
they
must
keep
maids
and
valets
—
the
cousins
disperse
to
the
four
winds
of
heaven
;
and
the
one
wintry
wind
that
blows
to-day
shakes
a
shower
from
the
trees
near
the
deserted
house
,
as
if
all
the
cousins
had
been
changed
into
leaves
.
CHAPTER
XXIX
.
THE
YOUNG
MAN
.
CHESNEY
WOLD
is
shut
up
,
carpets
are
rolled
into
great
scrolls
in
corners
of
comfortless
rooms
,
bright
damask
does
penance
in
brown
holland
,
carving
and
gilding
puts
on
mortification
,
and
the
Dedlock
ancestors
retire
from
the
light
of
day
again
.
Around
and
around
the
house
the
leaves
fall
thick
—
but
never
fast
,
for
they
come
circling
down
with
a
dead
lightness
that
is
sombre
and
slow
.
Let
the
gardener
sweep
and
sweep
the
turf
as
he
will
,
and
press
the
leaves
into
full
barrows
,
and
wheel
them
off
,
still
they
lie
ankle-deep
.
Howls
the
shrill
wind
round
Chesney
Wold
;
the
sharp
rain
beats
,
the
windows
rattle
,
and
the
chimneys
growl
.
Mists
hide
in
the
avenues
,
veil
the
points
of
view
,
and
move
in
funeral
wise
across
the
rising
grounds
.
On
all
the
house
there
is
a
cold
,
