cellar,
and
in
opening
and
shutting
those
resounding
doors
,
has
to
cross
a
little
prison-like
yard
.
He
looks
up
casually
,
thinking
what
a
fine
night
,
what
a
bright
large
moon
,
what
multitudes
of
stars
!
A
quiet
night
,
too
.
A
very
quiet
night
.
When
the
moon
shines
very
brilliantly
,
a
solitude
and
stillness
seem
to
proceed
from
her
,
that
influence
even
crowded
places
full
of
life
.
Not
only
is
it
a
still
night
on
dusty
high
roads
and
on
hill-summits
,
whence
a
wide
expanse
of
country
may
be
seen
in
repose
,
quieter
and
quieter
as
it
spreads
away
into
a
fringe
of
trees
against
the
sky
,
with
the
grey
ghost
of
a
bloom
upon
them
;
not
only
is
it
a
still
night
in
gardens
and
in
woods
,
and
on
the
river
where
the
water-meadows
are
fresh
and
green
,
and
the
stream
sparkles
on
among
pleasant
islands
,
murmuring
weirs
,
and
whispering
rushes
;
not
only
does
the
stillness
attend
it
as
it
flows
where
houses
cluster
thick
,
where
many
bridges
are
reflected
in
it
,
where
wharves
and
shipping
make
it
black
and
awful
,
where
it
winds
from
these
disfigurements
through
marshes
whose
grim
beacons
stand
like
skeletons
washed
ashore
,
where
it
expands
through
the
bolder
region
of
rising
grounds
rich
in
corn-field
windmill
and
steeple
,
and
where
it
mingles
with
the
ever-heaving
sea
;
not
only
is
it
a
still
night
on
the
deep
,
and
on
the
shore
where
the
watcher
stands
to
see
the
ship
with
her
spread
wings
cross
the
path
of
light
that
appears
to
be
presented
to
only
him
;
but
even
on
this
stranger
's
wilderness
of
London
there
is
some
rest
.
Its
steeples
and
towers
,
and
its
one
great
dome
,
grow
more
ethereal
;
its
smoky
house-tops
lose
their
grossness
,
in
the
pale
effulgence
;
the
noises
that
arise
from
the
streets
are
fewer
and
are
softened
,
and
the
footsteps
on
the
pavements
pass
more
tranquilly
away
.
In
these
fields
of
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
's
inhabiting
,
where
the
shepherds
play
on
Chancery
pipes
that
have
no
stop
,
and
keep
their
sheep
in
the
fold
by
hook
and
by
crook
until
they
have
shorn
them
exceeding
close
,
every
noise
is
merged
,
this
moonlight
night
,
into
a
distant
ringing
hum
,
as
if
the
city
were
a
vast
glass
,
vibrating
.
What
's
that
?
Who
fired
a
gun
or
pistol
?
Where
was
it
?
The
few
foot-passengers
start
,
stop
,
and
stare
about
them
.
Some
windows
and
doors
are
opened
,
and
people
come
out
to
look
.
It
was
a
loud
report
,
and
echoed
and
rattled
heavily
.
It
shook
one
house
,
or
so
a
man
says
who
was
passing
.
It
has
aroused
all
the
dogs
in
the
neighbourhood
,
who
bark
vehemently
.
Terrified
cats
scamper
across
the
road
.
While
the
dogs
are
yet
barking
and
howling
—
there
is
one
dog
howling
like
a
demon
—
the
church-clocks
,
as
if
they
were
startled
too
,
begin
to
strike
.
The
hum
from
the
streets
,
likewise
,
seems
to
swell
into
a
shout
.
But
it
is
soon
over
.
Before
the
last
clock
begins
to
strike
ten
,
there
is
lull
.
When
it
has
ceased
,
the
fine
night
,
the
bright
large
moon
,
and
multitudes
of
stars
,
are
left
at
peace
again
.
Has
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
been
disturbed
?
His
windows
are
dark
and
quiet
,
and
his
door
is
shut
.
It
must
be
something
unusual
indeed
,
to
bring
him
out
of
his
shell
.
Nothing
is
heard
of
him
,
nothing
is
seen
of
him
.
What
power
of
cannon
might
it
take
to
shake
that
rusty
old
man
out
of
his
immoveable
composure
?
For
many
years
,
the
persistent
Roman
has
been
pointing
,
with
no
particular
meaning
,
from
that
ceiling
.
It
is
not
likely
that
he
has
any
new
meaning
in
him
to-night
.
Once
pointing
,
always
pointing
—
like
any
Roman
,
or
even
Briton
,
with
a
single
idea
.
There
he
is
,
no
doubt
,
in
his
impossible
attitude
,
pointing
,
unavailingly
,
all
night
long
.
Moonlight
,
darkness
,
dawn
,
sunrise
,
day
.
There
he
is
still
,
eagerly
pointing
,
and
no
one
minds
him
.
But
,
a
little
after
the
coming
of
the
day
,
come
people
to
clean
the
rooms
.
And
either
the
Roman
has
some
new
meaning
in
him
,
not
expressed
before
,
or
the
foremost
of
them
goes
wild
;
for
,
looking
up
at
his
outstretched
hand
,
and
looking
down
at
what
is
below
it
,
that
person
shrieks
and
flies
.
The
others
,
looking
in
as
the
first
one
looked
,
shriek
and
fly
too
,
and
there
is
an
alarm
in
the
street
.
What
does
it
mean
?
No
light
is
admitted
into
the
darkened
chamber
,
and
people
unaccustomed
to
it
,
enter
,
and
treading
softly
,
but
heavily
,
carry
a
weight
into
the
bed-room
,
and
lay
it
down
.
There
is
whispering
and
wondering
all
day
,
strict
search
of
every
corner
,
careful
tracing
of
steps
,
and
careful
noting
of
the
disposition
of
every
article
of
furniture
.
All
eyes
look
up
at
the
Roman
,
and
all
voices
murmur
,
“
If
he
could
only
tell
what
he
saw
!
”
He
is
pointing
at
a
table
,
with
a
bottle
(
nearly
full
of
wine
)
and
a
glass
upon
it
,
and
two
candles
that
were
blown
out
suddenly
,
soon
after
being
lighted
.
He
is
pointing
at
an
empty
chair
,
and
at
a
stain
upon
the
ground
before
it
that
might
be
almost
covered
with
a
hand
.
These
objects
lie
directly
within
his
range
.
An
excited
imagination
might
suppose
that
there
was
something
in
them
so
terrific
,
as
to
drive
the
rest
of
the
composition
,
not
only
the
attendant
big-legged
boys
,
but
the
clouds
and
flowers
and
pillars
too
—
in
short
,
the
very
body
and
soul
of
Allegory
,
and
all
the
brains
it
has
—
stark
mad
.
It
happens
surely
,
that
every
one
who
comes
into
the
darkened
room
and
looks
at
these
things
,
looks
up
at
the
Roman
,
and
that
he
is
invested
in
all
eyes
with
mystery
and
awe
,
as
if
he
were
a
paralysed
dumb
witness
.
So
,
it
shall
happen
surely
,
through
many
years
to
come
,
that
ghostly
stories
shall
be
told
of
the
stain
upon
the
floor
,
so
easy
to
be
covered
,
so
hard
to
be
got
out
;
and
that
the
Roman
,
pointing
from
the
ceiling
,
shall
point
,
so
long
as
dust
and
damp
and
spiders
spare
him
,
with
far
greater
significance
than
he
ever
had
in
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
's
time
,
and
with
a
deadly
meaning
.
For
,
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
's
time
is
over
for
evermore
;
and
the
Roman
pointed
at
the
murderous
hand
uplifted
against
his
life
,
and
pointed
helplessly
at
him
,
from
night
to
morning
,
lying
face
downward
on
the
floor
,
shot
through
the
heart
.
CHAPTER
XLIX
.
DUTIFUL
FRIENDSHIP
.
A
GREAT
annual
occasion
has
come
round
in
the
establishment
of
Mr.
Joseph
Bagnet
,
otherwise
Lignum
Vitæ
,
ex-artilleryman
and
present
bassoon-player
.
An
occasion
of
feasting
and
festival
.
The
celebration
of
a
birthday
in
the
family
.
It
is
not
Mr.
Bagnet
's
birthday
.
Mr.
Bagnet
merely
distinguishes
that
epoch
in
the
musical
instrument
business
,
by
kissing
the
children
with
an
extra
smack
before
breakfast
,
smoking
an
additional
pipe
after
dinner
,
and
wondering
towards
evening
what
his
poor
old
mother
is
thinking
about
it
,
—
a
subject
of
infinite
speculation
,
and
rendered
so
by
his
mother
having
departed
this
life
,
twenty
years
.
Some
men
rarely
revert
to
their
father
,
but
seem
,
in
the
bank-books
of
their
remembrance
,
to
have
transferred
all
their
stock
of
filial
affection
into
their
mother
's
name
.
Mr.
Bagnet
is
one
of
these
.
Perhaps
his
exalted
appreciation
of
the
merits
of
the
old
girl
,
causes
him
usually
to
make
the
noun-substantive
,
Goodness
,
of
the
feminine
gender
.
It
is
not
the
birthday
of
one
of
the
three
children
.
Those
occasions
are
kept
with
some
marks
of
distinction
,
but
they
rarely
overleap
the
bounds
of
happy
returns
and
a
pudding
.
On
young
Woolwich
's
last
birthday
,
Mr.
Bagnet
certainly
did
,
after
observing
upon
his
growth
and
general
advancement
,
proceed
,
in
a
moment
of
profound
reflection
on
the
changes
wrought
by
time
,
to
examine
him
in
the
catechism
;
accomplishing
with
extreme
accuracy
the
questions
number
one
and
two
,
What
is
your
name
?
and
Who
gave
you
that
name
?
but
there
failing
in
the
exact
precision
of
his
memory
,
and
substituting
for
number
three
,
the
question
And
how
do
you
like
that
name
?
which
he
propounded
with
a
sense
of
its
importance
,
in
itself
so
edifying
and
improving
,
as
to
give
it
quite
an
orthodox
air
.
This
,
however
,
was
a
speciality
on
that
particular
birthday
,
and
not
a
generic
solemnity
.
It
is
the
old
girl
's
birthday
;
and
that
is
the
greatest
holiday
and
reddest-letter
day
in
Mr.
Bagnet
's
calendar
.
The
auspicious
event
is
always
commemorated
according
to
certain
forms
,
settled
and
prescribed
by
Mr.
Bagnet
some
years
since
.
Mr.
Bagnet
being
deeply
convinced
that
to
have
a
pair
of
fowls
for
dinner
is
to
attain
the
highest
pitch
of
imperial
luxury
,
invariably
goes
forth
himself
very
early
in
the
morning
of
this
day
to
buy
a
pair
;
he
is
,
as
invariably
,
taken
in
by
the
vendor
,
and
installed
in
the
possession
of
the
oldest
inhabitants
of
any
coop
in
Europe
.
Returning
with
these
triumphs
of
toughness
tied
up
in
a
clean
blue
and
white
cotton
handkerchief
(
essential
to
the
arrangements
)
,
he
in
a
casual
manner
invites
Mrs.
Bagnet
to
declare
at
breakfast
what
she
would
like
for
dinner
.
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
by
a
coincidence
never
known
to
fail
,
replying
Fowls
,
Mr.
Bagnet
instantly
produces
his
bundle
from
a
place
of
concealment
,
amidst
general
amazement
and
rejoicing
.
He
further
requires
that
the
old
girl
shall
do
nothing
all
day
long
,
but
sit
in
her
very
best
gown
,
and
be
served
by
himself
and
the
young
people
.
As
he
is
not
illustrious
for
his
cookery
,
this
may
be
supposed
to
be
a
matter
of
state
rather
than
enjoyment
on
the
old
girl
's
part
;
but
she
keeps
her
state
with
all
imaginable
cheerfulness
.
On
this
present
birthday
,
Mr.
Bagnet
has
accomplished
the
usual
preliminaries
.
He
has
bought
two
specimens
of
poultry
,
which
,
if
there
be
any
truth
in
adages
,
were
certainly
not
caught
with
chaff
,
to
be
prepared
for
the
spit
;
he
has
amazed
and
rejoiced
the
family
by
their
unlooked-for
production
;
he
is
himself
directing
the
roasting
of
the
poultry
;
and
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
with
her
wholesome
brown
fingers
itching
to
prevent
what
she
sees
going
wrong
,
sits
in
her
gown
of
ceremony
,
an
honored
guest
.
Quebec
and
Malta
lay
the
cloth
for
dinner
,
while
Woolwich
,
serving
,
as
beseems
him
,
under
his
father
,
keeps
the
fowls
revolving
.
To
these
young
scullions
Mrs.
Bagnet
occasionally
imparts
a
wink
,
or
a
shake
of
the
head
,
or
a
crooked
face
,
as
they
make
mistakes
.
“
At
half-after
one
.
”
Says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
To
the
minute
.
They
'll
be
done
.
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
with
anguish
,
beholds
one
of
them
at
a
stand-still
before
the
fire
,
and
beginning
to
burn
.
“
You
shall
have
a
dinner
,
old
girl
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
Fit
for
a
queen
.
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
shows
her
white
teeth
cheerfully
,
but
to
the
perception
of
her
son
betrays
so
much
uneasiness
of
spirit
,
that
he
is
impelled
by
the
dictates
of
affection
to
ask
her
,
with
his
eyes
,
what
is
the
matter
?
—
thus
standing
,
with
his
eyes
wide
open
,
more
oblivious
of
the
fowls
than
before
,
and
not
affording
the
least
hope
of
a
return
to
consciousness
.
Fortunately
,
his
elder
sister
perceives
the
cause
of
the
agitation
in
Mrs.
Bagnet
's
breast
,
and
with
an
admonitory
poke
recalls
him
.
The
stopped
fowls
going
round
again
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
closes
her
eyes
,
in
the
intensity
of
her
relief
.
“
George
will
look
us
up
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
At
half-after
four
.
To
the
moment
.
How
many
years
,
old
girl
.
Has
George
looked
us
up
.
This
afternoon
?
”
“
Ah
,
Lignum
,
Lignum
,
as
many
as
make
an
old
woman
of
a
young
one
,
I
begin
to
think
.
Just
about
that
,
and
no
less
,
”
returns
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
laughing
,
and
shaking
her
head
.
“
Old
girl
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
Never
mind
.
You
'd
be
as
young
as
ever
you
was
.
If
you
was
n't
younger
.
Which
you
are
.
As
everybody
knows
.
”
Quebec
and
Malta
here
exclaim
,
with
clapping
of
hands
,
that
Bluffy
is
sure
to
bring
mother
something
,
and
begin
to
speculate
on
what
it
will
be
.
“
Do
you
know
,
Lignum
,
”
says
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
casting
a
glance
on
the
table-cloth
,
and
winking
“
salt
!
”
at
Malta
with
her
right
eye
,
and
shaking
the
pepper
away
from
Quebec
with
her
head
;
“
I
begin
to
think
George
is
in
the
roving
way
again
.
”
“
George
,
”
returns
Mr.
Bagnet
,
“
will
never
desert
.
And
leave
his
old
comrade
.
In
the
lurch
.
Do
n't
be
afraid
of
it
.
”
“
No
,
Lignum
.
No.
I
do
n't
say
he
will
.
I
do
n't
think
he
will
.
But
if
be
could
get
over
this
money-trouble
of
his
,
I
believe
he
would
be
off
.
”
Mr.
Bagnet
asks
why
?
“
Well
,
”
returns
his
wife
,
considering
,
“
George
seems
to
me
to
be
getting
not
a
little
impatient
and
restless
.
I
do
n't
say
but
what
he
's
as
free
as
ever
.
Of
course
he
must
be
free
,
or
he
would
n't
be
George
;
but
he
smarts
,
and
seems
put
out
.
”
He
's
extra-drilled
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
By
a
lawyer
.
Who
would
put
the
devil
out
.
”
“
There
's
something
in
that
,
”
his
wife
assents
;
“
but
so
it
is
,
Lignum
.
”
Further
conversation
is
prevented
,
for
the
time
,
by
the
necessity
under
which
Mr.
Bagnet
finds
himself
of
directing
the
whole
force
of
his
mind
to
the
dinner
,
which
is
a
little
endangered
by
the
dry
humour
of
the
fowls
in
not
yielding
any
gravy
,
and
also
by
the
made-gravy
acquiring
no
flavor
,
and
turning
out
of
a
flaxen
complexion
.
With
a
similar
perverseness
,
the
potatoes
crumble
off
forks
in
the
process
of
peeling
,
upheaving
from
their
centres
in
every
direction
,
as
if
they
were
subject
to
earthquakes
.
The
legs
of
the
fowls
,
too
,
are
longer
than
could
be
desired
,
and
extremely
scaly
.
Overcoming
these
disadvantages
to
the
best
of
his
ability
,
Mr.
Bagnet
at
last
dishes
,
and
they
sit
down
at
table
;
Mrs.
Bagnet
occupying
the
guest
's
place
at
his
right
hand
.
It
is
well
for
the
old
girl
that
she
has
but
one
birthday
in
a
year
,
for
two
such
indulgences
in
poultry
might
be
injurious
.
Every
kind
of
finer
tendon
and
ligament
that
it
is
in
the
nature
of
poultry
to
possess
,
is
developed
in
these
specimens
in
the
singular
form
of
guitar-strings
.
Their
limbs
appear
to
have
struck
roots
into
their
breasts
and
bodies
,
as
aged
trees
strike
roots
into
the
earth
.
Their
legs
are
so
hard
,
as
to
encourage
the
idea
that
they
must
have
devoted
the
greater
part
of
their
long
and
arduous
lives
to
pedestrian
exercises
,
and
the
walking
of
matches
.
But
Mr.
Bagnet
,
unconscious
of
these
little
defects
,
sets
his
heart
on
Mrs.
Bagnet
eating
a
most
severe
quantity
of
the
delicacies
before
her
;
and
as
that
good
old
girl
would
not
cause
him
a
moment
's
disappointment
on
any
day
,
least
of
all
on
such
a
day
,
for
any
consideration
,
she
imperils
her
digestion
fearfully
.
How
young
Woolwich
cleans
the
drum-sticks
without
being
of
ostrich
descent
,
his
anxious
mother
is
at
a
loss
to
understand
.
The
old
girl
has
another
trial
to
undergo
after
the
conclusion
of
the
repast
,
in
sitting
in
state
to
see
the
room
cleared
,
the
hearth
swept
,
and
the
dinner-service
washed
up
and
polished
in
the
back
yard
.
The
great
delight
and
energy
with
which
the
two
young
ladies
apply
themselves
to
these
duties
,
turning
up
their
skirts
in
imitation
of
their
mother
,
and
skaiting
in
and
out
on
little
scaffolds
of
pattens
,
inspire
the
highest
hopes
for
the
future
,
but
some
anxiety
for
the
present
.
The
same
causes
lead
to
a
confusion
of
tongues
,
a
clattering
of
crockery
,
a
rattling
of
tin
mugs
,
a
whisking
of
brooms
,
and
an
expenditure
of
water
,
all
in
excess
;
while
the
saturation
of
the
young
ladies
themselves
is
almost
too
moving
a
spectacle
for
Mrs.
Bagnet
to
look
upon
,
with
the
calmness
proper
to
her
position
.
At
last
the
various
cleansing
processes
are
triumphantly
completed
;
Quebec
and
Malta
appear
in
fresh
attire
,
smiling
and
dry
;
pipes
,
tobacco
,
and
something
to
drink
,
are
placed
upon
the
table
;
and
the
old
girl
enjoys
the
first
peace
of
mind
she
ever
knows
on
the
day
of
this
delightful
entertainment
.
When
Mr.
Bagnet
takes
his
usual
seat
,
the
hands
of
the
clock
are
very
near
to
half-past
four
;
as
they
mark
it
accurately
,
Mr.
Bagnet
announces
,
“
George
!
Military
time
.
”
It
is
George
;
and
he
has
hearty
congratulations
for
the
old
girl
(
whom
he
kisses
on
the
great
occasion
)
,
and
for
the
children
,
and
for
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
Happy
returns
to
all
!
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
But
,
George
,
old
man
!
”
cries
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
looking
at
him
curiously
.
“
What
's
come
to
you
?
”
“
Come
to
me
?
”
“
Ah
!
you
are
so
white
,
George
—
for
you
—
and
look
so
shocked
.
Now
do
n't
he
,
Lignum
?
”
“
George
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
,
“
tell
the
old
girl
.
What
's
the
matter
.
”
“
I
did
n't
know
I
looked
white
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
passing
his
hand
over
his
brow
,
“
and
I
did
n't
know
I
looked
shocked
,
and
I
'm
sorry
I
do
.
But
the
truth
is
,
that
boy
who
was
taken
in
at
my
place
died
yesterday
afternoon
,
and
it
has
rather
knocked
me
over
.
”
“
Poor
creetur
!
”
says
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
with
a
mother
's
pity
.
“
Is
he
gone
?
Dear
,
dear
!
”
“
I
did
n't
mean
to
say
anything
about
it
,
for
it
's
not
birthday
talk
,
but
you
have
got
it
out
of
me
,
you
see
,
before
I
sit
down
.
I
should
have
roused
up
in
a
minute
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
making
himself
speak
more
gaily
,
“
but
you
're
so
quick
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
”
“
You
're
right
!
The
old
girl
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
Is
as
quick
.
As
powder
.
”
“
And
what
's
more
,
she
's
the
subject
of
the
day
,
and
we
'll
stick
to
her
,
”
cries
Mr.
George
.
“
See
here
,
I
have
brought
a
little
brooch
along
with
me
.
It
's
a
poor
thing
,
you
know
,
but
it
's
a
keepsake
.
That
's
all
the
good
it
is
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
”
Mr.
George
produces
his
present
,
which
is
greeted
with
admiring
leapings
and
clappings
by
the
young
family
,
and
with
a
species
of
reverential
admiration
by
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
Old
girl
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
Tell
him
my
opinion
of
it
.
”
“
Why
,
it
's
a
wonder
,
George
!
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
exclaims
.
“
It
's
the
beautifullest
thing
that
ever
was
seen
!
”
“
Good
!
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
My
opinion
.
”
“
It
's
so
pretty
,
George
,
”
cries
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
turning
it
on
all
sides
,
and
holding
it
out
at
arm
's
length
,
“
that
it
seems
too
choice
for
me
.
”
“
Bad
!
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
Not
my
opinion
.
”
“
But
whatever
it
is
,
a
hundred
thousand
thanks
,
old
fellow
,
”
says
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
her
eyes
sparkling
with
pleasure
,
and
her
hand
stretched
out
to
him
;
“
and
though
I
have
been
a
cross-grained
soldier
's
wife
to
you
sometimes
,
George
,
we
are
as
strong
friends
I
am
sure
,
in
reality
,
as
ever
can
be
.
Now
you
shall
fasten
it
on
yourself
,
for
good
luck
,
if
you
will
George
.
”
The
children
close
up
to
see
it
done
,
and
Mr.
Bagnet
looks
over
young
Woolwich
's
head
to
see
it
done
,
with
an
interest
so
maturely
wooden
,
yet
so
pleasantly
childish
,
that
Mrs.
Bagnet
cannot
help
laughing
in
her
airy
way
,
and
saying
,
“
O
Lignum
,
Lignum
,
what
a
precious
old
chap
you
are
!
”
But
the
trooper
fails
to
fasten
the
brooch
.
His
hand
shakes
,
he
is
nervous
,
and
it
falls
off
.
“
Would
any
one
believe
this
?
”
says
he
,
catching
it
as
it
drops
,
and
looking
round
.
“
I
am
so
out
of
sorts
that
I
bungle
at
an
easy
job
like
this
!
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
concludes
that
for
such
a
case
there
is
no
remedy
like
a
pipe
;
and
fastening
the
brooch
herself
in
a
twinkling
,
causes
the
trooper
to
be
inducted
into
his
usual
snug
place
,
and
the
pipes
to
be
got
into
action
.
“
If
that
do
n't
bring
you
round
,
George
,
”
says
she
,
“
just
throw
your
eye
across
here
at
your
present
now
and
then
,
and
the
two
together
must
do
it
.
”
“
You
ought
to
do
it
of
yourself
,
”
George
answers
;
“
I
know
that
very
well
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
I
'll
tell
you
how
,
one
way
and
another
,
the
blues
have
got
to
be
too
many
for
me
.
Here
was
this
poor
lad
.
'
Twas
dull
work
to
see
him
dying
as
he
did
,
and
not
be
able
to
help
him
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
,
George
?
You
did
help
him
.
You
took
him
under
your
roof
.
”
“
I
helped
him
so
far
,
but
that
's
little
.
I
mean
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
there
he
was
,
dying
without
ever
having
been
taught
much
more
than
to
know
his
right
hand
from
his
left
.
And
he
was
too
far
gone
to
be
helped
out
of
that
.
”
“
Ah
,
poor
creetur
!
”
says
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
“
Then
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
not
yet
lighting
his
pipe
,
and
passing
his
heavy
hand
over
his
hair
,
“
that
brought
up
Gridley
in
a
man
's
mind
.
His
was
a
bad
case
too
,
in
a
different
way
.
Then
the
two
got
mixed
up
in
a
man
's
mind
with
a
flinty
old
rascal
who
had
to
do
with
both
.
And
to
think
of
that
rusty
carbine
,
stock
and
barrel
,
standing
up
on
end
in
his
corner
,
hard
,
indifferent
,
taking
everything
so
evenly
—
it
made
flesh
and
blood
tingle
,
I
do
assure
you
.
”
“
My
advice
to
you
,
”
returns
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
“
is
to
light
your
pipe
,
and
tingle
that
way
.
It
's
wholesomer
and
comfortabler
,
and
better
for
the
health
altogether
.
”
“
You
're
right
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
“
and
I
'll
do
it
!
”
So
,
he
does
it
:
though
still
with
an
indignant
gravity
that
impresses
the
young
Bagnets
,
and
even
causes
Mr.
Bagnet
to
defer
the
ceremony
of
drinking
Mrs.
Bagnet
's
health
;
always
given
by
himself
,
on
these
occasions
,
in
a
speech
of
exemplary
terseness
.
But
the
young
ladies
having
composed
what
Mr.
Bagnet
is
in
the
habit
of
calling
“
the
mixtur
,
”
and
George
's
pipe
being
now
in
a
glow
,
Mr.
Bagnet
considers
it
his
duty
to
proceed
to
the
toast
of
the
evening
.
He
addresses
the
assembled
company
in
the
following
terms
.
“
George
.
Woolwich
.
Quebec
.
Malta
.
This
is
her
birthday
.
Take
a
day
's
march
.
And
you
wo
n't
find
such
another
.
Here
's
towards
her
!
”
The
toast
having
been
drunk
with
enthusiasm
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
returns
thanks
in
a
neat
address
of
corresponding
brevity
.
This
model
composition
is
limited
to
the
three
words
“
And
wishing
yours
!
”
which
the
old
girl
follows
up
with
a
nod
at
everybody
in
succession
,
and
a
well
regulated
swig
of
the
mixture
.
This
she
again
follows
up
,
on
the
present
occasion
,
by
the
wholly
unexpected
exclamation
,
“
Here
's
a
man
!
”
Here
is
a
man
,
much
to
the
astonishment
of
the
little
company
,
looking
in
at
the
parlor
door
.
He
is
a
sharp-eyed
man
—
a
quick
keen
man-
and
he
takes
in
everybody
's
look
at
him
,
all
at
once
,
individually
and
collectively
,
in
a
manner
that
stamps
him
a
remarkable
man
.
“
George
,
”
says
the
man
,
nodding
,
“
how
do
you
find
yourself
?
”
“
Why
,
it
's
Bucket
!
”
cries
Mr.
George
.
“
Yes
,
”
says
the
man
,
coming
in
and
closing
the
door
.
“
I
was
going
down
the
street
here
,
when
I
happened
to
stop
and
look
in
at
the
musical
instruments
in
the
shop
window
—
a
friend
of
mine
is
in
wants
of
a
second-hand
wiolinceller
,
of
a
good
tone
—
and
I
saw
a
party
enjoying
themselves
,
and
I
thought
it
was
you
in
the
corner
;
I
thought
I
could
n't
be
mistaken
.
How
goes
the
world
with
you
,
George
,
at
the
present
moment
?
Pretty
smooth
?
And
with
you
,
ma'am
?
And
with
you
,
governor
?
And
Lord
!
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
opening
his
arms
,
“
here
's
children
too
!
You
may
do
anything
with
me
,
if
you
only
show
me
children
.
Give
us
a
kiss
,
my
pets
.
No
occasion
to
inquire
who
your
father
and
mother
is
.
Never
saw
such
a
likeness
in
my
life
!
”
Mr.
Bucket
,
not
unwelcome
,
has
sat
himself
down
next
to
Mr.
George
,
and
taken
Quebec
and
Malta
on
his
knees
.
“
You
pretty
dears
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
“
give
us
another
kiss
;
it
's
the
only
thing
I
'm
greedy
in
.
Lord
bless
you
,
how
healthy
you
look
!
And
what
may
be
the
ages
of
these
two
,
ma'am
?
I
should
put
'
em
down
at
the
figures
of
about
eight
and
ten
.
”
“
You
're
very
near
,
sir
,
”
says
Mrs.
Bagnet
.
“
I
generally
am
near
,
”
returns
Mr.
Bucket
,
“
being
so
fond
of
children
.
A
friend
of
mine
has
had
nineteen
of
'
em
,
ma'am
,
all
by
one
mother
,
and
she
's
still
as
fresh
and
rosy
as
the
morning
.
Not
so
much
so
as
yourself
,
but
,
upon
my
soul
,
she
comes
near
you
!
And
what
do
you
call
these
,
my
darling
?
”
pursues
Mr.
Bucket
,
pinching
Malta
's
cheek
.
“
These
are
peaches
,
these
are
.
Bless
your
heart
!
And
what
do
you
think
about
father
?
Do
you
think
father
could
recommend
a
second-hand
wiolinceller
of
a
good
tone
for
Mr.
Bucket
's
friend
,
my
dear
?
My
name
's
Bucket
.
Ai
n't
that
a
funny
name
?
”
These
blandishments
have
entirely
won
the
family
heart
.
Mrs.
Bagnet
forgets
the
day
to
the
extent
of
filling
a
pipe
and
a
glass
for
Mr.
Bucket
,
and
waiting
upon
him
hospitably
.
She
would
be
glad
to
receive
so
pleasant
a
character
under
any
circumstances
,
but
she
tells
him
that
as
a
friend
of
George
's
she
is
particularly
glad
to
see
him
this
evening
,
for
George
has
not
been
in
his
usual
spirits
.
“
Not
in
his
usual
spirits
?
”
exclaims
Mr.
Bucket
.
“
Why
,
I
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
!
What
's
the
matter
,
George
?
You
do
n't
intend
to
tell
me
you
've
been
out
of
spirits
.
What
should
you
be
out
of
spirits
for
?
You
have
n't
got
anything
on
your
mind
,
you
know
.
”
“
Nothing
particular
,
”
returns
the
trooper
.
“
I
should
think
not
,
”
rejoins
Mr.
Bucket
.
“
What
could
you
have
on
your
mind
,
you
know
!
And
have
these
pets
got
anything
on
their
minds
,
eh
?
Not
they
;
but
they
'll
be
upon
the
minds
of
some
of
the
young
fellows
,
some
of
these
days
,
and
make
'
em
precious
low-spirited
.
I
ai
n't
much
of
a
prophet
,
but
I
can
tell
you
that
,
ma'am
.
”
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
quite
charmed
,
hopes
Mr.
Bucket
has
a
family
of
his
own
.
“
There
,
ma'am
!
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
.
“
Would
you
believe
it
?
No
,
I
have
n't
.
My
wife
,
and
a
lodger
,
constitute
my
family
.
Mrs.
Bucket
is
as
fond
of
children
as
myself
,
and
as
wishful
to
have
'
em
;
but
no.
So
it
is
.
Worldly
goods
are
divided
unequally
,
and
man
must
not
repine
.
What
a
very
nice
back
yard
,
ma'am
!
Any
way
out
of
that
yard
,
now
?
”
There
is
no
way
out
of
that
yard
.
“
Ai
n't
there
really
?
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
.
“
I
should
have
thought
there
might
have
been
.
Well
,
I
do
n't
know
as
I
ever
saw
a
back
yard
that
took
my
fancy
more
.
Would
you
allow
me
to
look
at
it
?
Thank
you
.
No
,
I
see
there
's
no
way
out
.
But
what
a
very
good-proportioned
yard
it
is
!
”
Having
cast
his
sharp
eye
all
about
it
,
Mr.
Bucket
returns
to
his
chair
next
his
friend
Mr.
George
,
and
pats
Mr.
George
affectionately
on
the
shoulder
.
“
How
are
your
spirits
,
now
,
George
?
”
“
All
right
now
,
”
returns
the
trooper
.
“
That
's
your
sort
!
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
.
“
Why
should
you
ever
have
been
otherwise
?
A
man
of
your
fine
figure
and
constitution
has
no
right
to
be
out
of
spirits
.
That
ai
n't
a
chest
to
be
out
of
spirits
,
is
it
,
ma'am
?
And
you
have
n't
got
anything
on
your
mind
,
you
know
,
George
;
what
could
you
have
on
your
mind
!
”
Somewhat
harping
on
this
phrase
,
considering
the
extent
and
variety
of
his
conversational
powers
,
Mr.
Bucket
twice
or
thrice
repeats
it
to
the
pipe
he
lights
,
and
with
a
listening
face
that
is
particularly
his
own
.
But
the
sun
of
his
sociality
soon
recovers
from
this
brief
eclipse
,
and
shines
again
.
“
And
this
is
brother
,
is
it
,
my
dears
?
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
referring
to
Quebec
and
Malta
for
information
on
the
subject
of
young
Woolwich
.
“
And
a
nice
brother
he
is
—
half
brother
I
mean
to
say
.
For
he
's
too
old
to
be
your
boy
,
ma'am
.
”
“
I
can
certify
at
all
events
that
he
is
not
anybody
else
's
,
”
returns
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
laughing
.
“
Well
,
you
do
surprise
me
!
Yet
he
's
like
you
,
there
's
no
denying
.
Lord
,
he
's
wonderfully
like
you
!
But
about
what
you
may
call
the
brow
,
you
know
,
there
his
father
comes
out
!
”
Mr.
Bucket
compares
the
faces
with
one
eye
shut
up
,
while
Mr.
Bagnet
smokes
in
stolid
satisfaction
.
This
is
an
opportunity
for
Mrs.
Bagnet
to
inform
him
,
that
the
boy
is
George
's
godson
.
“
George
's
godson
,
is
he
?
”
rejoins
Mr.
Bucket
,
with
extreme
cordiality
.
“
I
must
shake
hands
over
again
with
George
's
godson
.
Godfather
and
godson
do
credit
to
one
another
.
And
what
do
you
intend
to
make
of
him
,
ma'am
?
Does
he
show
any
turn
for
any
musical
instrument
?
”
Mr.
Bagnet
suddenly
interposes
,
“
Plays
the
Fife
.
Beautiful
.
”
“
Would
you
believe
it
,
governor
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
struck
by
the
coincidence
,
“
that
when
I
was
a
boy
I
played
the
fife
myself
?
Not
in
a
scientific
way
,
as
I
expect
he
does
,
but
by
ear
.
Lord
bless
you
!
British
Grenadiers
—
there
's
a
tune
to
warm
an
Englishman
up
!
Could
you
give
us
British
Grenadiers
,
my
fine
fellow
?
”
Nothing
could
be
more
acceptable
to
the
little
circle
than
this
call
upon
young
Woolwich
,
who
immediately
fetches
his
fife
and
performs
the
stirring
melody
:
during
which
performance
Mr.
Bucket
,
much
enlivened
beats
time
,
and
never
fails
to
come
in
sharp
with
the
burden
,
“
Brit
Ish
Gra-a-anadeers
!
”
In
short
,
he
shows
so
much
musical
taste
,
that
Mr.
Bagnet
actually
takes
his
pipe
from
his
lips
to
express
his
conviction
that
he
is
a
singer
.
Mr.
Bucket
receives
the
harmonious
impeachment
so
modestly
:
confessing
how
that
he
did
once
chaunt
a
little
,
for
the
expression
of
the
feelings
of
his
own
bosom
,
and
with
no
presumptuous
idea
of
entertaining
his
friends
:
that
he
is
asked
to
sing
.
Not
to
be
behind-hand
in
the
sociality
of
the
evening
,
he
complies
,
and
gives
them
“
Believe
me
if
all
those
endearing
young
charms
.
”
This
ballad
,
he
informs
Mrs.
Bagnet
,
he
considers
to
have
been
his
most
powerful
ally
in
moving
the
heart
of
Mrs.
Bucket
when
a
maiden
,
and
inducing
her
to
approach
the
altar
—
Mr.
Bucket
's
own
words
are
,
to
come
up
to
the
scratch
.
This
sparkling
stranger
is
such
a
new
and
agreeable
feature
in
the
evening
,
that
Mr.
George
,
who
testified
no
great
emotions
of
pleasure
on
his
entrance
,
begins
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
to
be
rather
proud
of
him
.
He
is
so
friendly
,
is
a
man
of
so
many
resources
,
and
so
easy
to
get
on
with
,
that
it
is
something
to
have
made
him
known
there
.
Mr.
Bagnet
becomes
,
after
another
pipe
,
so
sensible
of
the
value
of
his
acquaintance
,
that
he
solicits
the
honor
of
his
company
on
the
old
girl
's
next
birth
day
.
If
anything
can
more
closely
cement
and
consolidate
the
esteem
which
Mr.
Bucket
has
formed
for
the
family
,
it
is
the
discovery
of
the
nature
of
the
occasion
.
He
drinks
to
Mrs.
Bagnet
with
a
warmth
approaching
to
rapture
,
engages
himself
for
that
day
twelvemonth
more
than
thankfully
,
makes
a
memorandum
of
the
day
in
a
large
black
pocket-book
with
a
girdle
to
it
,
and
breathes
a
hope
that
Mrs.
Bucket
and
Mrs.
Bagnet
may
before
then
become
,
in
a
manner
,
sisters
.
As
he
says
himself
,
what
is
public
life
without
private
ties
?
He
is
in
his
humble
way
a
public
man
,
but
it
is
not
in
that
sphere
that
he
finds
happiness
.
No
,
it
must
be
sought
within
the
confines
of
domestic
bliss
.
It
is
natural
,
under
these
circumstances
,
that
he
,
in
his
turn
,
should
remember
the
friend
to
whom
he
is
indebted
for
so
promising
an
acquaintance
.
And
he
does
.
He
keeps
very
close
to
him
.
Whatever
the
subject
of
the
conversation
,
he
keeps
a
tender
eye
upon
him
.
He
waits
to
walk
home
with
him
.
He
is
interested
in
his
very
boots
;
and
observes
even
them
attentively
,
as
Mr.
George
sits
smoking
cross-legged
in
the
chimney
corner
.
At
length
,
Mr.
George
rises
to
depart
.
At
the
same
moment
Mr.
Bucket
,
with
the
secret
sympathy
of
friendship
,
also
rises
.
He
dotes
upon
the
children
to
the
last
,
and
remembers
the
commission
he
has
undertaken
for
an
absent
friend
.
“
Respecting
that
second-hand
wiolinceller
,
governor
—
could
you
recommend
me
such
a
thing
?
”
“
Scores
,
”
says
Mr.
Bagnet
.
“
I
am
obliged
to
you
,
”
returns
Mr.
Bucket
,
squeezing
his
hand
.
“
You
're
a
friend
in
need
.
A
good
tone
,
mind
you
!
My
friend
is
a
regular
dab
at
it
.
Ecod
,
he
saws
away
at
Mo-zart
and
Handel
,
and
the
rest
of
the
big-wigs
,
like
a
thorough
workman
.
And
you
need
n't
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
in
a
considerate
and
private
voice
,
“
you
need
n't
commit
yourself
to
too
low
a
figure
,
governor
.
I
do
n't
want
to
pay
too
large
a
price
for
my
friend
;
but
I
want
you
to
have
your
proper
percentage
,
and
be
remunerated
for
your
loss
of
time
.
That
is
but
fair
.
Every
man
must
live
,
and
ought
to
it
.
”
Mr.
Bagnet
shakes
his
head
at
the
old
girl
,
to
the
effect
that
they
have
found
a
jewel
of
price
.
“
Suppose
I
was
to
give
you
a
look
in
,
say
at
half
arter
ten
to-morrow
morning
.
Perhaps
you
could
name
the
figures
of
a
few
wiolincellers
of
a
good
tone
?
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
.
Nothing
easier
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Bagnet
both
engage
to
have
the
requisite
information
ready
,
and
even
hint
to
each
other
at
the
practicability
of
having
a
small
stock
collected
there
for
approval
.
“
Thank
you
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
“
thank
you
.
Good
night
,
ma'am
.
Good
night
,
governor
.
Good
night
,
darlings
.
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
for
one
of
the
pleasantest
evenings
I
ever
spent
in
my
life
.
”
They
,
on
the
contrary
,
are
much
obliged
to
him
for
the
pleasure
he
has
given
them
in
his
company
;
and
so
they
part
with
many
expressions
of
good-will
on
both
sides
.
“
Now
,
George
,
old
boy
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
taking
his
arm
at
the
shop
door
,
“
come
along
!
”
As
they
go
down
the
little
street
,
and
the
Bagnets
pause
for
a
minute
looking
after
them
,
Mrs.
Bagnet
remarks
to
the
worthy
Lignum
that
Mr.
Bucket
“
almost
clings
to
George
like
,
and
seems
to
be
really
fond
of
him
.
”
The
neighbouring
streets
being
narrow
and
ill
paved
,
it
is
a
little
inconvenient
to
walk
there
two
abreast
and
arm
in
arm
.
Mr.
George
therefore
soon
proposes
to
walk
singly
.
But
Mr.
Bucket
,
who
cannot
make
up
his
mind
to
relinquish
his
friendly
hold
,
replies
,
“
Wait
half
a
minute
,
George
.
I
should
wish
to
speak
to
you
first
.
”
Immediately
afterwards
,
he
twists
him
into
a
public-house
and
into
a
parlor
,
where
he
confronts
him
,
and
claps
his
own
back
against
the
door
.
“
Now
,
George
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
.
“
Duty
is
duty
,
and
friendship
is
friendship
.
I
never
want
the
two
to
clash
,
if
I
can
help
it
.
I
have
endeavoured
to
make
things
pleasant
to-night
,
and
I
put
it
to
you
whether
I
have
done
it
or
not
.
You
must
consider
yourself
in
custody
,
George
.
”
“
Custody
?
What
for
?
”
returns
the
trooper
,
thunderstruck
.
“
Now
,
George
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
urging
a
sensible
view
of
the
case
upon
him
with
his
fat
forefinger
,
“
duty
,
as
you
know
very
well
,
is
one
thing
,
and
conversation
is
another
.
It
's
my
duty
to
inform
you
that
any
observations
you
may
make
will
be
liable
to
be
used
against
you
.
Therefore
,
George
,
be
careful
what
you
say
.
You
do
n't
happen
to
have
heard
of
a
murder
.
”
“
Murder
!
”
“
Now
,
George
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
keeping
his
forefinger
in
an
impressive
state
of
action
,
“
bear
in
mind
what
I
've
said
to
you
.
I
ask
you
nothing
.
You
've
been
in
low
spirits
this
afternoon
.
I
say
,
you
do
n't
happen
to
have
heard
of
a
murder
.
”
“
No.
Where
has
there
been
a
murder
?
”
“
Now
,
George
,
”
says
Mr.
Bucket
,
“
do
n't
you
go
and
commit
yourself
.
I
'm
a
going
to
tell
you
what
I
want
you
for
.
There
has
been
a
murder
in
Lincoln
's
Inn
Fields
—
gentleman
of
the
name
of
Tulkinghorn
.
He
was
shot
last
night
.
I
want
you
for
that
.
”
The
trooper
sinks
upon
a
seat
behind
him
,
and
great
drops
start
out
upon
his
forehead
,
and
a
deadly
pallor
overspreads
his
face
.
“
Bucket
!
It
's
not
possible
that
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
has
been
killed
,
and
that
you
suspect
me
?
”
“
George
,
”
returns
Mr.
Bucket
,
keeping
his
forefinger
going
,
“
it
is
certainly
possible
,
because
it
's
the
case
.
This
deed
was
done
last
night
at
ten
o'clock
.
Now
,
you
know
where
you
were
last
night
at
ten
o'clock
,
and
you
'll
be
able
to
prove
it
,
no
doubt
.
”
“
Last
night
?
Last
night
?
”
repeats
the
trooper
,
thoughtfully
.
Then
it
flashes
upon
him
.
“
Why
,
great
Heaven
,
I
was
there
,
last
night
!
”
“
So
I
have
understood
,
George
,
”
returns
Mr.
Bucket
,
with
great
deliberation
.
“
So
I
have
understood
.
Likewise
you
've
been
very
often
there
.
You
've
been
seen
hanging
about
the
place
,
and
you
've
been
heard
more
than
once
in
a
wrangle
with
him
,
and
it
's
possible
—
I
do
n't
say
it
's
certainly
so
,
mind
you
,
but
it
's
possible
—
that
he
may
have
been
heard
to
call
you
a
threatening
,
murdering
,
dangerous
fellow
.
”
The
trooper
gasps
as
if
he
would
admit
it
all
,
if
he
could
speak
.
“
Now
,
George
,
”
continues
Mr.
Bucket
,
putting
his
hat
upon
the
table
,
with
an
air
of
business
rather
in
the
upholstery
way
than
otherwise
,
“
My
wish
is
,
as
it
has
been
all
the
evening
,
to
make
things
pleasant
.
I
tell
you
plainly
there
's
a
reward
out
,
of
a
hundred
guineas
,
offered
by
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
You
and
me
have
always
been
pleasant
together
;
but
I
have
got
a
duty
to
discharge
;
and
if
that
hundred
guineas
is
to
be
made
,
it
may
as
well
be
made
by
me
as
by
another
man
.
On
all
of
which
accounts
,
I
should
hope
it
was
clear
to
you
that
I
must
have
you
,
and
that
I
'm
damned
if
I
do
n't
have
you
.
Am
I
to
call
in
any
assistance
,
or
is
the
trick
done
?
”
Mr.
George
has
recovered
himself
,
and
stands
up
like
a
soldier
.
“
Come
,
”
he
says
;
“
I
am
ready
.
”
“
George
,
”
continues
Mr.
Bucket
,
“
wait
a
bit
!
”
With
his
upholsterer
manner
,
as
if
the
trooper
were
a
window
to
be
fitted
up
,
he
takes
from
his
pocket
a
pair
of
handcuffs
.
“
This
is
a
serious
charge
,
George
,
and
such
is
my
duty
.
”
The
trooper
flushes
angrily
,
and
hesitates
a
moment
;
but
holds
out
his
two
hands
,
clasped
together
,
and
says
,
“
There
!
Put
them
on
!
”
Mr.
Bucket
adjusts
them
in
a
moment
.
“
How
do
you
find
them
?
Are
they
comfortable
?
If
not
,
say
so
,
for
I
wish
to
make
things
as
pleasant
as
is
consistent
with
my
duty
,
and
I
've
got
another
pair
in
my
pocket
.
”
This
remark
he
offers
like
a
most
respectable
tradesman
,
anxious
to
execute
an
order
neatly
,
and
to
the
perfect
satisfaction
of
his
customer
.
“
They
'll
do
as
they
are
?
Very
well
!
Now
you
see
,
George
;
”
he
takes
a
cloak
from
a
corner
,
and
begins
adjusting
it
about
the
trooper
's
neck
;
“
I
was
mindful
of
your
feelings
when
I
come
out
,
and
brought
this
on
purpose
.
There
!
Who
's
the
wiser
?
”
“
Only
I
,
”
returns
the
trooper
;
“
but
,
as
I
know
it
,
do
me
one
more
good
turn
,
and
pull
my
hat
over
my
eyes
.
”
“
Really
,
though
!
Do
you
mean
it
?
Ai
n't
it
a
pity
?
It
looks
so
.
”
“
I
ca
n't
look
chance
men
in
the
face
with
these
things
on
,
”
Mr.
George
hurriedly
replies
.
“
Do
,
for
God
's
sake
,
pull
my
hat
forward
.
”
So
strongly
entreated
,
Mr.
Bucket
complies
,
puts
his
own
hat
on
,
and
conducts
his
prize
into
the
streets
;
the
trooper
marching
on
as
steadily
as
usual
,
though
with
his
head
less
erect
;
and
Mr.
Bucket
steering
him
with
his
elbow
over
the
crossings
and
up
the
turnings
.
CHAPTER
L
.
ESTHER
'S
NARRATIVE
.
IT
happened
that
when
I
came
home
from
Deal
,
I
found
a
note
from
Caddy
Jellyby
(
as
we
always
continued
to
call
her
)
,
informing
me
that
her
health
,
which
had
been
for
some
time
very
delicate
,
was
worse
,
and
that
she
would
be
more
glad
than
she
could
tell
me
if
I
would
go
to
see
her
.
It
was
a
note
of
a
few
lines
,
written
from
the
couch
on
which
she
lay
,
and
inclosed
to
me
in
another
from
her
husband
,
in
which
he
seconded
her
entreaty
with
much
solicitude
.
Caddy
was
now
the
mother
,
and
I
the
godmother
,
of
such
a
poor
little
baby
—
such
a
tiny
old-faced
mite
,
with
a
countenance
that
seemed
to
be
scarcely
anything
but
cap-border
,
and
a
little
,
lean
,
long-fingered
hand
,
always
clenched
under
its
chin
.
It
would
lie
in
this
attitude
all
day
,
with
its
bright
specks
of
eyes
open
,
wondering
(
as
I
used
to
imagine
)
how
it
came
to
be
so
small
and
weak
.
Whenever
it
was
moved
,
it
cried
;
but
at
all
other
times
it
was
so
patient
,
that
the
sole
desire
of
its
life
appeared
to
be
,
to
lie
quiet
and
think
.
It
had
curious
little
dark
veins
in
its
face
,
and
curious
little
dark
marks
under
its
eyes
,
like
faint
remembrances
of
poor
Caddy
's
inky
days
;
and
altogether
,
to
those
who
were
not
used
to
it
,
it
was
quite
a
piteous
little
sight
.
But
it
was
enough
for
Caddy
that
she
was
used
to
it
.
The
projects
with
which
she
beguiled
her
illness
,
for
little
Esther
's
education
,
and
little
Esther
's
marriage
,
and
even
for
her
own
old
age
as
the
grandmother
of
little
Esther
's
little
Esthers
,
were
so
prettily
expressive
of
devotion
to
this
pride
of
her
life
,
that
I
should
be
tempted
to
recall
some
of
them
,
but
for
the
timely
remembrance
that
I
am
getting
on
irregularly
as
it
is
.
To
return
to
the
letter
.
Caddy
had
a
superstition
about
me
,
which
had
been
strengthening
in
her
mind
ever
since
that
night
long
ago
,
when
she
had
lain
asleep
with
her
head
in
my
lap
.
She
almost
—
I
think
I
must
say
quite
—
believed
that
I
did
her
good
whenever
I
was
near
her
.
Now
,
although
this
was
such
a
fancy
of
the
affectionate
girl
's
,
that
I
am
almost
ashamed
to
mention
it
,
still
it
might
have
all
the
force
of
a
fact
when
she
was
really
ill.
Therefore
I
set
off
to
Caddy
,
with
my
guardian
's
consent
,
post-haste
;
and
she
and
Prince
made
so
much
of
me
,
that
there
never
was
anything
like
it
.
Next
day
I
went
again
to
sit
with
her
,
and
next
day
I
went
again
.
It
was
a
very
easy
journey
;
for
I
had
only
to
rise
a
little
earlier
in
the
morning
,
and
keep
my
accounts
,
and
attend
to
house-keeping
matters
before
leaving
home
.
But
when
I
had
made
these
three
visits
,
my
guardian
said
to
me
,
on
my
return
at
night
:
“
Now
,
little
woman
,
little
woman
,
this
will
never
do
.
Constant
dropping
will
wear
away
a
stone
,
and
constant
coaching
will
wear
out
a
Dame
Durden
.
We
will
go
to
London
for
a
while
,
and
take
possession
of
our
old
lodgings
.
”
“
Not
for
me
,
dear
guardian
,
”
said
I
,
“
for
I
never
feel
tired
;
”
which
was
strictly
true
.
I
was
only
too
happy
to
be
in
such
request
.
“
For
me
then
,
”
returned
my
guardian
;
“
or
for
Ada
,
or
for
both
of
us
.
It
is
somebody
's
birthday
to-morrow
,
I
think
.
”
“
Truly
I
think
it
is
,
”
said
I
,
kissing
my
darling
,
who
would
be
twenty-one
to-morrow
.
“
Well
,
”
observed
my
guardian
,
half
pleasantly
,
half
seriously
,
“
that
's
a
great
occasion
,
and
will
give
my
fair
cousin
some
necessary
business
to
transact
in
assertion
of
her
independence
,
and
will
make
London
a
more
convenient
place
for
all
of
us
.
So
to
London
we
will
go
.
That
being
settled
,
there
is
another
thing
,
—
how
have
you
left
Caddy
?
”
“
Very
unwell
,
guardian
.
I
fear
it
will
be
some
time
before
she
regains
her
health
and
strength
.
”
“
What
do
you
call
some
time
,
now
?
”
asked
my
guardian
,
thoughtfully
.
“
Some
weeks
,
I
am
afraid
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
He
began
to
walk
about
the
room
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
showing
that
he
had
been
thinking
as
much
.
“
Now
what
do
you
say
about
her
doctor
?
Is
he
a
good
doctor
,
my
love
?
”
I
felt
obliged
to
confess
that
I
knew
nothing
to
the
contrary
;
but
that
Prince
and
I
had
agreed
only
that
evening
,
that
we
would
like
his
opinion
to
be
confirmed
by
some
one
.
“
Well
,
you
know
!
”
returned
my
guardian
,
quickly
,
“
there
's
Woodcourt
.
”
I
had
not
meant
that
,
and
was
rather
taken
by
surprise
.
For
a
moment
,
all
that
I
had
had
in
my
mind
in
connexion
with
Mr.
Woodcourt
seemed
to
come
back
and
confuse
me
.
“
You
do
n't
object
to
him
,
little
woman
?
”
“
Object
to
him
,
guardian
?
Oh
no
!
”
“
And
you
do
n't
think
the
patient
would
object
to
him
?
”
So
far
from
that
,
I
had
no
doubt
of
her
being
prepared
to
have
a
great
reliance
on
him
,
and
to
like
him
very
much
.
I
said
that
he
was
no
stranger
to
her
personally
,
for
she
had
seen
him
often
in
his
kind
attendance
on
Miss
Flite
.
”
“
Very
good
,
”
said
my
guardian
.
“
He
has
been
here
to-day
,
my
dear
,
and
I
will
see
him
about
it
to-morrow
.
”
I
felt
,
in
this
short
conversation
—
though
I
did
not
know
how
,
for
she
was
quiet
,
and
we
interchanged
no
look
—
that
my
dear
girl
well
remembered
how
merrily
she
had
clasped
me
round
the
waist
,
when
no
other
hands
than
Caddy
's
had
brought
me
the
little
parting
token
.
This
caused
me
to
feel
that
I
ought
to
tell
her
,
and
Caddy
too
,
that
I
was
going
to
be
the
mistress
of
Bleak
House
;
and
that
if
I
avoided
that
disclosure
any
longer
,
I
might
become
less
worthy
in
my
own
eyes
of
its
master
's
love
.
Therefore
,
when
we
went
up-stairs
,
and
had
waited
listening
until
the
clocks
struck
twelve
,
in
order
that
only
I
might
be
the
first
to
wish
my
darling
all
good
wishes
on
her
birthday
,
and
to
take
her
to
my
heart
,
I
set
before
her
,
just
as
I
had
set
before
myself
,
the
goodness
and
honor
of
her
cousin
John
,
and
the
happy
life
that
was
in
store
for
me
.
If
ever
my
darling
were
fonder
of
me
at
one
time
than
at
another
in
all
our
intercourse
,
she
was
surely
fondest
of
me
that
night
.
And
I
was
so
rejoiced
to
know
it
,
and
so
comforted
by
the
sense
of
having
done
right
,
in
casting
this
last
idle
reservation
away
,
that
I
was
ten
times
happier
than
I
had
been
before
.
I
had
scarcely
thought
it
a
reservation
a
few
hours
ago
;
but
now
that
it
was
gone
,
I
felt
as
if
I
understood
its
nature
better
.
Next
day
we
went
to
London
.
We
found
our
old
lodging
vacant
,
and
in
half
an
hour
were
quietly
established
there
,
as
if
we
had
never
gone
away
.
Mr.
Woodcourt
dined
with
us
,
to
celebrate
my
darling
's
birthday
;
and
we
were
as
pleasant
as
we
could
be
with
the
great
blank
among
us
that
Richard
's
absence
naturally
made
on
such
an
occasion
.
After
that
day
I
was
for
some
weeks
—
eight
or
nine
as
I
remember
—
very
much
with
Caddy
;
and
thus
it
fell
out
that
I
saw
less
of
Ada
at
this
time
than
any
other
since
we
had
first
come
together
,
except
the
time
of
my
own
illness
.
She
often
came
to
Caddy
's
;
but
our
function
there
was
to
amuse
and
cheer
her
,
and
we
did
not
talk
in
our
usual
confidential
manner
.
Whenever
I
went
home
at
night
,
we
were
together
;
but
Caddy
's
rest
was
broken
by
pain
,
and
I
often
remained
to
nurse
her
.
With
her
husband
and
her
poor
little
mite
of
a
baby
to
love
,
and
their
home
to
strive
for
,
what
a
good
creature
Caddy
was
!
So
self-denying
,
so
uncomplaining
,
so
anxious
to
get
well
on
their
account
,
so
afraid
of
giving
trouble
,
and
so
thoughtful
of
the
unassisted
labours
of
her
husband
and
the
comforts
of
old
Mr.
Turveydrop
;
I
had
never
known
the
best
of
her
until
now
.
And
it
seemed
so
curious
that
her
pale
face
and
helpless
figure
should
be
lying
there
day
after
day
,
where
dancing
was
the
business
of
life
;
where
the
kit
and
the
apprentices
began
early
every
morning
in
the
ball-room
,
and
where
the
untidy
little
boy
waltzed
by
himself
in
the
kitchen
all
the
afternoon
.
At
Caddy
's
request
,
I
took
the
supreme
direction
of
her
apartment
,
trimmed
it
up
,
and
pushed
her
,
couch
and
all
,
into
a
lighter
and
more
airy
and
more
cheerful
corner
than
she
had
yet
occupied
;
then
,
every
day
,
when
we
were
in
our
neatest
array
,
I
used
to
lay
my
small
small
namesake
in
her
arms
,
and
sit
down
to
chat
or
work
,
or
read
to
her
.
It
was
at
one
of
the
first
of
these
quiet
times
that
I
told
Caddy
about
Bleak
House
.
We
had
other
visitors
besides
Ada
.
First
of
all
,
we
had
Prince
,
who
in
