foryourself
,
you
can
never
fulfil
it
,
Charley
.
”
“
If
you
'll
let
me
cry
a
little
longer
,
miss
,
”
said
Charley
.
“
O
my
dear
,
my
dear
!
if
you
'll
only
let
me
cry
a
little
longer
,
O
my
dear
!
”
—
how
affectionately
and
devotedly
she
poured
this
out
,
as
she
clung
to
my
neck
,
I
never
can
remember
without
tears
—
“
I
'll
be
good
.
”
So
I
let
Charley
cry
a
little
longer
,
and
it
did
us
both
good
.
“
Trust
in
me
,
now
,
if
you
please
,
miss
,
”
said
Charley
,
quietly
.
“
I
am
listening
to
everything
you
say
.
”
“
It
is
very
little
at
present
,
Charley
.
I
shall
tell
your
doctor
to-night
that
I
do
n't
think
I
am
well
,
and
that
you
are
going
to
nurse
me
.
”
For
that
,
the
poor
child
thanked
me
with
her
whole
heart
.
“
And
in
the
morning
,
when
you
hear
Miss
Ada
in
the
garden
,
if
I
should
not
be
quite
able
to
go
to
the
window-curtain
as
usual
,
do
you
go
,
Charley
,
and
say
I
am
asleep
—
that
I
have
rather
tired
myself
,
and
am
asleep
.
At
all
times
keep
the
room
as
I
have
kept
it
,
Charley
,
and
let
no
one
come
.
”
Charley
promised
,
and
I
lay
down
,
for
I
was
very
heavy
.
I
saw
the
doctor
that
night
,
and
asked
the
favor
of
him
that
I
wished
to
ask
,
relative
to
his
saying
nothing
of
my
illness
in
the
house
as
yet
.
I
have
a
very
indistinct
remembrance
of
that
night
melting
into
day
,
and
of
day
melting
into
night
again
;
but
I
was
just
able
,
on
the
first
morning
,
to
get
to
the
window
,
and
speak
to
my
darling
.
On
the
second
morning
I
heard
her
dear
voice
—
O
how
dear
now
!
—
outside
;
and
I
asked
Charley
,
with
some
difficulty
(
speech
being
painful
to
me
)
,
to
go
and
say
I
was
asleep
.
I
heard
her
answer
softly
,
“
Do
n't
disturb
her
,
Charley
,
for
the
world
!
”
“
How
does
my
own
Pride
look
,
Charley
?
”
I
enquired
.
“
Disappointed
,
miss
,
”
said
Charley
,
peeping
through
the
curtain
.
“
But
I
know
she
is
very
beautiful
this
morning
.
”
“
She
is
indeed
,
miss
,
”
answered
Charley
,
peeping
.
“
Still
looking
up
at
the
window
.
”
With
her
blue
clear
eyes
,
God
bless
them
,
always
loveliest
when
raised
like
that
!
I
called
Charley
to
me
,
and
gave
her
her
last
charge
.
“
Now
,
Charley
,
when
she
knows
I
am
ill
,
she
will
try
to
make
her
way
into
the
room
.
Keep
her
out
,
Charley
,
if
you
love
me
truly
,
to
the
last
!
Charley
,
if
you
let
her
in
but
once
,
only
to
look
upon
me
for
one
moment
as
I
lie
here
,
I
shall
die
.
”
“
I
never
will
!
I
never
will
!
”
she
promised
me
.
“
I
believe
it
,
my
dear
Charley
.
And
now
come
and
sit
beside
me
for
a
little
while
,
and
touch
me
with
your
hand
.
For
I
cannot
see
you
,
Charley
;
I
am
blind
.
”
CHAPTER
XXXII
.
THE
APPOINTED
TIME
.
IT
is
night
in
Lincoln
's
Inn
—
perplexed
and
troublous
valley
of
the
shadow
of
the
law
,
where
suitors
generally
find
but
little
day
—
and
fat
candles
are
snuffed
out
in
offices
,
and
clerks
have
rattled
down
the
crazy
wooden
stairs
,
and
dispersed
.
The
bell
that
rings
at
nine
o'clock
,
has
ceased
its
doleful
clangor
about
nothing
;
the
gates
are
shut
;
and
the
night-porter
,
a
solemn
warder
with
a
mighty
power
of
sleep
,
keeps
guard
in
his
lodge
.
From
tiers
of
staircase
windows
,
clogged
lamps
like
the
eyes
of
Equity
,
bleared
Argus
with
a
fathomless
pocket
for
every
eye
and
an
eye
upon
it
,
dimly
blink
at
the
stars
.
In
dirty
upper
casements
,
here
and
there
,
hazy
little
patches
of
candle-light
reveal
where
some
wise
draughtsman
and
conveyancer
yet
toils
for
the
entanglement
of
real
estate
in
meshes
of
sheepskin
,
in
the
average
ratio
of
about
a
dozen
of
sheep
to
an
acre
of
land
.
Over
which
bee-like
industry
,
these
benefactors
of
their
species
linger
yet
,
though
office-hours
be
past
:
that
they
may
give
,
for
every
day
,
some
good
account
at
last
.
In
the
neighboring
court
,
where
the
Lord
Chancellor
of
the
Rag
and
Bottle
shop
dwells
,
there
is
a
general
tendency
towards
beer
and
supper
.
Mrs.
Piper
and
Mrs.
Perkins
,
whose
respective
sons
,
engaged
with
a
circle
of
acquaintance
in
the
game
of
hide
and
seek
,
have
been
lying
in
ambush
about
the
bye-ways
of
Chancery
Lane
for
some
hours
,
and
scouring
the
plain
of
the
same
thoroughfare
to
the
confusion
of
passengers
—
Mrs.
Piper
and
Mrs.
Perkins
have
but
now
exchanged
congratulations
on
the
children
being
abed
;
and
they
still
linger
on
a
door-step
over
a
few
parting
words
.
Mr.
Krook
and
his
lodger
,
and
the
fact
of
Mr.
Krook
's
being
“
continual
in
liquor
,
”
and
the
testamentary
prospects
of
the
young
man
are
,
as
usual
,
the
staple
of
their
conversation
.
But
they
have
something
to
say
,
likewise
,
of
the
Harmonic
Meeting
at
the
Sol
's
Arms
;
where
the
sound
of
the
piano
through
the
partly-opened
windows
jingles
out
into
the
court
,
and
where
little
Swills
,
after
keeping
the
lovers
of
harmony
in
a
roar
like
a
very
Yorick
,
may
now
be
heard
taking
the
gruff
line
in
a
concerted
piece
,
and
sentimentally
adjuring
his
friends
and
patrons
to
Listen
,
listen
,
listen
,
Tew
the
wa-ter-Fall
!
Mrs.
Perkins
and
Mrs.
Piper
compare
opinions
on
the
subject
of
the
young
lady
of
professional
celebrity
who
assists
at
the
Harmonic
Meetings
,
and
who
has
a
space
to
herself
in
the
manuscript
announcement
in
the
window
;
Mrs.
Perkins
possessing
information
that
she
has
been
married
a
year
and
a
half
,
though
announced
as
Miss
M
.
Melvilleson
,
the
noted
syren
,
and
that
her
baby
is
clandestinely
conveyed
to
the
Sol
's
Arms
every
night
to
receive
its
natural
nourishment
during
the
entertainments
.
“
Sooner
than
which
,
myself
,
”
says
Mrs.
Perkins
,
“
I
would
get
my
living
by
selling
lucifers
.
”
Mrs.
Piper
,
as
in
duty
bound
,
is
of
the
same
opinion
;
holding
that
a
private
station
is
better
than
public
applause
,
and
thanking
Heaven
for
her
own
(
and
,
by
implication
,
Mrs.
Perkins
's
)
respectability
.
By
this
time
,
the
pot-boy
of
the
Sol
's
Arms
appearing
with
her
supper-pint
well
frothed
,
Mrs.
Piper
accepts
that
tankard
and
retires
in-doors
,
first
giving
a
fair
good
night
to
Mrs.
Perkins
,
who
has
had
her
own
pint
in
her
hand
ever
since
it
was
fetched
from
the
same
hostelry
by
young
Perkins
before
he
was
sent
to
bed
.
Now
,
there
is
a
sound
of
putting
up
shop-shutters
in
the
court
,
and
a
smell
as
of
the
smoking
of
pipes
;
and
shooting
stars
are
seen
in
upper
windows
,
further
indicating
retirement
to
rest
.
Now
,
too
,
the
policeman
begins
to
push
at
doors
;
to
try
fastenings
;
to
be
suspicious
of
bundles
;
and
to
administer
his
beat
,
on
the
hypothesis
that
everyone
is
either
robbing
or
being
robbed
.
It
is
a
close
night
,
though
the
damp
cold
is
searching
too
;
and
there
is
a
laggard
mist
a
little
way
up
in
the
air
.
It
is
a
fine
steaming
night
to
turn
the
slaughter-houses
,
the
unwholesome
trades
,
the
sewerage
,
bad
water
,
and
burial
grounds
to
account
,
and
give
the
Registrar
of
Deaths
some
extra
business
.
It
may
be
something
in
the
air
—
there
is
plenty
in
it
—
or
it
may
be
something
in
himself
,
that
is
in
fault
;
but
Mr.
Weevle
,
otherwise
Jobling
,
is
very
ill
at
ease
.
He
comes
and
goes
,
between
his
own
room
and
the
open
street
door
,
twenty
times
an
hour
.
He
has
been
doing
so
,
ever
since
it
fell
dark
.
Since
the
Chancellor
shut
up
his
shop
,
which
he
did
very
early
to-night
,
Mr.
Weevle
has
been
down
and
up
,
and
down
and
up
(
with
a
cheap
tight
velvet
skull-cap
on
his
head
,
making
his
whiskers
look
out
of
all
proportion
)
,
oftener
than
before
.
It
is
no
phenomenon
that
Mr.
Snagsby
should
be
ill
at
ease
too
;
for
he
always
is
so
,
more
or
less
,
under
the
oppressive
influence
of
the
secret
that
is
upon
him
.
Impelled
by
the
mystery
,
of
which
he
is
a
partaker
,
and
yet
in
which
he
is
not
a
sharer
,
Mr.
Snagsby
haunts
what
seems
to
be
its
fountain-head
—
the
rag
and
bottle
shop
in
the
court
.
It
has
an
irresistible
attraction
for
him
.
Even
now
,
coming
round
by
the
Sol
's
Arms
with
the
intension
of
passing
down
the
court
,
and
out
at
the
Chancery
Lane
end
,
and
so
terminating
his
unpremediated
after-supper
stroll
of
ten
minutes
long
from
his
own
door
and
back
again
,
Mr.
Snagsby
approaches
.
“
What
,
Mr.
Weevle
?
”
says
the
stationer
,
stopping
to
speak
.
“
Are
you
there
?
”
“
Ay
!
”
says
Weevle
.
“
Here
I
am
,
Mr.
Snagsby
.
”
“
Airing
yourself
,
as
I
am
doing
,
before
you
go
to
bed
?
”
the
stationer
enquires
.
“
Why
,
there
's
not
much
air
to
be
got
here
;
and
what
there
is
,
is
not
very
freshening
,
”
Weevle
answers
,
glancing
up
and
down
the
court
.
“
Very
true
,
sir
.
Do
n't
you
observe
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
pausing
to
sniff
and
taste
the
air
a
little
;
“
do
n't
you
observe
,
Mr.
Weevle
,
that
you
're
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
that
you
're
rather
greasy
here
,
sir
?
”
“
Why
,
I
have
noticed
myself
that
there
is
a
queer
kind
of
flavor
in
the
place
to-night
,
”
Mr.
Weevle
rejoins
.
“
I
suppose
it
's
chops
at
the
Sol
's
Arms
.
”
“
Chops
,
do
you
think
?
”
Oh
!
—
Chops
,
eh
?
”
Mr.
Snagsby
sniffs
and
tastes
again
.
“
Well
,
sir
,
I
suppose
it
is
.
But
I
should
say
their
cook
at
the
Sol
wanted
a
little
looking
after
.
She
has
been
burning
'
em
,
sir
!
And
I
do
n't
think
;
”
Mr.
Snagsby
sniffs
and
tastes
again
,
and
then
spits
and
wipes
his
mouth
;
“
I
do
n't
think
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
that
they
were
quite
fresh
,
when
they
were
shown
the
gridiron
.
”
“
That
's
very
likely
.
It
's
a
tainting
sort
of
weather
.
”
“
It
is
a
tainting
sort
of
weather
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
;
“
and
I
find
it
sinking
to
the
spirits
.
”
“
By
George
!
I
find
it
gives
me
the
horrors
,
”
returns
Mr.
Weevle
.
“
Then
,
you
see
,
you
live
in
a
lonesome
way
,
and
in
a
lonesome
room
,
with
a
black
circumstance
hanging
over
it
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
looking
in
past
the
other
's
shoulder
along
the
dark
passage
,
and
then
falling
back
a
step
to
look
up
at
the
house
.
“
I
could
n't
live
in
that
room
alone
,
as
you
do
,
sir
.
I
should
get
so
fidgetty
and
worried
of
an
evening
,
sometimes
,
that
I
should
be
driven
to
come
to
the
door
,
and
stand
here
,
sooner
than
sit
there
.
But
then
it
's
very
true
that
you
did
n't
see
,
in
your
room
,
what
I
saw
there
.
That
makes
a
difference
.
”
“
I
know
quite
enough
about
it
,
”
returns
Tony
.
“
It
's
not
agreeable
,
is
it
?
”
pursues
Mr.
Snagsby
,
coughing
his
cough
of
mild
persuasion
behind
his
hand
.
“
Mr.
Krook
ought
to
consider
it
in
the
rent
.
I
hope
he
does
,
I
am
sure
.
”
“
I
hope
he
does
,
”
says
Tony
.
“
But
I
doubt
it
!
”
“
You
find
the
rent
high
,
do
you
,
sir
?
”
returns
the
stationer
.
“
Rents
are
high
about
here
.
I
do
n't
know
how
it
is
exactly
,
but
the
law
seems
to
put
things
up
in
price
.
Not
,
”
adds
Mr.
Snagsby
,
with
his
apologetic
cough
,
“
that
I
mean
to
say
a
word
against
the
profession
I
get
my
living
by
.
”
Mr.
Weevle
again
glances
up
and
down
the
court
,
and
then
looks
at
the
stationer
.
Mr.
Snagsby
,
blankly
catching
his
eye
,
looks
upward
for
a
star
or
so
,
and
coughs
a
cough
expressive
of
not
exactly
seeing
his
way
out
of
this
conversation
.
“
It
's
a
curious
fact
,
sir
,
”
he
observes
,
slowly
rubbing
his
hands
,
“
that
he
should
have
been
—
”
“
Who
's
he
?
”
interrupts
Mr.
Weevle
.
“
The
deceased
,
you
know
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
twitching
his
head
and
right
eyebrow
towards
the
staircase
,
and
tapping
his
acquaintance
on
the
button
.
“
Ah
to
be
sure
!
”
returns
the
other
,
as
if
he
were
not
over-fond
of
the
subject
.
“
I
thought
we
had
done
with
him
.
”
“
I
was
only
going
to
say
,
it
's
a
curious
fact
,
sir
,
that
he
should
have
come
and
lived
here
,
and
been
one
of
my
writers
,
and
then
that
you
should
come
and
live
here
,
and
be
one
of
my
writers
,
too
.
Which
there
is
nothing
derogatory
,
but
far
from
it
in
the
appellation
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
breaking
off
with
a
mistrust
that
he
may
have
unpolitely
asserted
a
kind
of
proprietorshop
in
Mr.
Weevle
,
“
because
I
have
known
writers
that
have
gone
into
Brewers
'
houses
and
done
really
very
respectable
indeed
.
Eminently
respectable
,
sir
,
”
adds
Mr.
Snagsby
,
with
a
misgiving
that
he
has
not
improved
the
matter
.
“
It
's
a
curious
coincidence
,
as
you
say
,
”
answers
Weevle
,
once
more
glancing
up
and
down
the
court
.
“
Seems
a
Fate
in
it
,
do
n't
there
?
”
suggests
the
stationer
.
“
There
does
.
”
“
Just
so
,
”
observes
the
stationer
,
with
his
confirmatory
cough
.
“
Quite
a
Fate
in
it
.
Quite
a
Fate
.
Well
,
Mr.
Weevle
,
I
am
afraid
I
must
bid
you
good
night
;
”
Mr.
Snagsby
speaks
as
if
it
made
him
desolate
to
go
,
though
he
has
been
casting
about
for
any
means
of
escape
ever
since
he
stopped
to
speak
;
“
my
little
woman
will
be
looking
for
me
,
else
.
Good
night
,
sir
!
”
If
Mr.
Snagsby
hastens
home
to
save
his
little
woman
the
trouble
of
looking
for
him
,
he
might
set
his
mind
at
rest
on
that
score
.
His
little
woman
has
had
her
eye
upon
him
round
the
Sol
's
Arms
all
this
time
,
and
now
glides
after
him
with
a
pocket
handkerchief
wrapped
over
her
head
;
honoring
Mr.
Weevle
and
his
doorway
with
a
very
searching
glance
as
she
goes
past
.
“
You
'll
know
me
again
,
ma'am
,
at
all
events
,
”
says
Mr.
Weevle
to
himself
;
“
and
I
ca
n't
compliment
you
on
your
appearance
,
whoever
you
are
,
with
your
head
tied
up
in
a
bundle
.
Is
this
fellow
never
coming
!
”
This
fellow
approaches
as
he
speaks
.
Mr.
Weevle
softly
holds
up
his
finger
,
and
draws
him
into
the
passage
,
and
closes
the
street
door
.
Then
,
they
go
up
stairs
;
Mr.
Weevle
heavily
,
and
Mr.
Guppy
(
for
it
is
he
)
very
lightly
indeed
.
When
they
are
shut
into
the
back
room
,
they
speak
low
.
“
I
thought
you
had
gone
to
Jericho
at
least
,
instead
of
coming
here
,
”
says
Tony
.
“
Why
,
I
said
about
ten
.
”
“
You
said
about
ten
,
”
Tony
repeats
.
“
Yes
,
so
you
did
say
about
ten
.
But
,
according
to
my
count
,
it
's
ten
times
ten
—
it
's
a
hundred
o'clock
.
I
never
had
such
a
night
in
my
life
!
”
“
What
has
been
the
matter
?
”
“
That
's
it
!
”
says
Tony
.
“
Nothing
has
been
the
matter
.
But
,
here
have
I
been
stewing
and
fuming
in
this
jolly
old
crib
,
till
I
have
had
the
horrors
falling
on
me
as
thick
as
hail
.
There
's
a
blessed-looking
candle
!
”
says
Tony
,
pointing
to
the
heavily-burning
taper
on
his
table
with
a
great
cabbage
head
and
a
long
winding-sheet
.
“
That
's
easily
improved
”
Mr.
Guppy
observes
,
as
he
takes
the
snuffers
in
hand
.
“
Is
it
?
”
returns
his
friend
.
“
Not
so
easily
as
you
think
.
It
has
been
smouldering
like
that
,
ever
since
it
was
lighted
.
”
“
Why
,
what
's
the
matter
with
you
,
Tony
?
”
enquires
Mr.
Guppy
,
looking
at
him
,
snuffers
in
hand
,
as
he
sits
down
with
his
elbow
on
the
table
.
“
William
Guppy
,
”
replies
the
other
,
“
I
am
in
the
Downs
.
It
's
this
unbearably
dull
,
suicidal
room
—
and
old
Boguey
down-stairs
,
I
suppose
.
”
Mr.
Weevle
moodily
pushes
the
snuffer-tray
from
him
with
his
elbow
,
leans
his
head
on
his
hand
,
puts
his
feet
on
the
fender
,
and
looks
at
the
fire
.
Mr.
Guppy
,
observing
him
,
slightly
tosses
his
head
,
and
sits
down
on
the
other
side
of
the
table
in
an
easy
attitude
.
“
Was
n't
that
Snagsby
talking
to
you
,
Tony
?
”
“
Yes
,
and
be
—
yes
,
it
was
Snagsby
,
”
says
Mr.
Weevle
,
altering
the
construction
of
his
sentence
.
“
On
business
?
”
“
No.
No
business
.
He
was
only
sauntering
by
,
and
stopped
to
prose
.
”
“
I
thought
it
was
Snagsby
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
“
and
thought
it
as
well
that
he
should
n't
see
me
;
so
I
waited
till
he
was
gone
.
”
“
There
we
go
again
,
William
G
.
!
”
cries
Tony
,
looking
up
for
an
instant
.
“
So
mysterious
and
secret
!
By
George
,
if
we
were
going
to
commit
a
murder
,
we
could
n't
have
more
mystery
about
it
!
”
Mr.
Guppy
affects
to
smile
;
and
with
the
view
of
changing
the
conversation
,
looks
with
an
admiration
,
real
or
pretended
,
round
the
room
at
the
Galaxy
gallery
of
British
beauty
;
terminating
his
survey
with
the
portrait
of
Lady
Dedlock
over
the
mantel-shelf
,
in
which
she
is
represented
on
a
terrace
,
with
a
pedestal
upon
the
terrace
,
and
a
vase
upon
the
pedestal
,
and
her
shawl
upon
the
vase
,
and
a
prodigious
piece
of
fur
upon
the
shawl
,
and
her
arm
on
the
prodigious
piece
of
fur
,
and
a
bracelet
on
her
arm
.
“
That
's
very
like
Lady
Dedlock
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
It
's
a
speaking
likeness
.
”
“
I
wish
it
was
,
”
growls
Tony
,
without
changing
his
position
.
“
I
should
have
some
fashionable
conversation
here
,
then
.
”
Finding
,
by
this
time
,
that
his
friend
is
not
to
be
wheedled
into
a
more
sociable
humor
,
Mr.
Guppy
puts
about
upon
the
ill-used
tack
,
and
remonstrates
with
him
.
“
Tony
,
”
says
he
,
“
I
can
make
allowances
for
lowness
of
spirits
,
for
no
man
knows
what
it
is
when
it
does
come
upon
a
man
,
better
than
I
do
;
and
no
man
perhaps
has
a
better
right
to
know
it
,
than
a
man
who
has
an
unrequited
image
imprinted
on
his
art
.
But
there
are
bounds
to
these
things
when
an
unoffending
party
is
in
question
,
and
I
will
acknowledge
to
you
,
Tony
,
that
I
do
n't
think
your
manner
on
the
present
occasion
is
hospitable
or
quite
gentlemanly
.
”
“
This
is
strong
language
,
William
Guppy
,
”
returns
Mr.
Weevle
.
“
Sir
,
it
may
be
,
”
retorts
Mr.
William
Guppy
,
“
but
I
feel
strongly
when
I
use
it
.
”
Mr.
Weevle
admits
that
he
has
been
wrong
,
and
begs
Mr.
William
Guppy
to
think
no
more
about
it
.
Mr.
William
Guppy
,
however
,
having
got
the
advantage
,
cannot
quite
release
it
without
a
little
more
injured
remonstrance
.
“
No
!
Dash
it
,
Tony
,
”
says
that
gentleman
,
“
you
really
ought
to
be
careful
how
you
wound
the
feelings
of
a
man
,
who
has
an
unrequited
image
imprinted
on
his
art
,
and
who
is
not
altogether
happy
in
those
chords
which
vibrate
to
the
tenderest
emotions
.
You
,
Tony
,
possess
in
yourself
all
that
is
calculated
to
charm
the
eye
,
and
allure
the
taste
.
It
is
not
—
happily
for
you
,
perhaps
,
and
I
may
wish
that
I
could
say
the
same
—
it
is
not
your
character
to
hover
around
one
flower
.
The
ole
garden
is
open
to
you
,
and
your
airy
pinions
carry
you
through
it
.
Still
,
Tony
,
far
be
it
from
me
,
I
am
sure
,
to
wound
even
your
feelings
without
a
cause
!
”
Tony
again
entreats
that
the
subject
may
be
no
longer
pursued
,
saying
emphatically
,
“
William
Guppy
,
drop
it
!
”
Mr.
Guppy
acquiesces
,
with
the
reply
,
“
I
never
should
have
taken
it
up
,
Tony
,
of
my
own
accord
.
”
“
And
now
,
”
says
Tony
,
stirring
the
fire
,
“
touching
this
same
bundle
of
letters
.
Is
n't
it
an
extraordinary
thing
of
Krook
to
have
appointed
twelve
o'clock
to-night
to
hand
'
em
over
to
me
?
”
“
Very
.
What
did
he
do
it
for
?
”
“
What
does
he
do
anything
for
?
He
do
n't
know
.
Said
,
to-day
was
his
birthday
,
and
he
'd
hand
'
em
over
to-night
at
twelve
o'clock
.
He
'll
have
drunk
himself
blind
by
that
time
.
He
has
been
at
it
all
day
.
”
“
He
has
n't
forgotten
the
appointment
,
I
hope
?
”
“
Forgotten
?
Trust
him
for
that
.
He
never
forgets
anything
.
I
saw
him
to-night
,
about
eight
—
helped
him
to
shut
up
his
shop
—
and
he
had
got
the
letters
then
in
his
hairy
cap.
He
pulled
it
off
,
and
shewed
'
em
me
.
When
the
shop
was
closed
,
he
took
them
out
of
his
cap
,
hung
his
cap
on
the
chair-back
,
and
stood
turning
them
over
before
the
fire
.
I
heard
him
a
little
while
afterwards
through
the
floor
here
,
humming
,
like
the
wind
,
the
only
song
he
knows
—
about
Bibo
,
and
old
Charon
,
and
Bibo
being
drunk
when
he
died
,
or
something
or
other
.
He
has
been
as
quiet
,
since
,
as
an
old
rat
asleep
in
his
hole
.
”
“
And
you
are
to
go
down
at
twelve
?
”
“
At
twelve
.
And
,
as
I
tell
you
,
when
you
came
it
seemed
to
me
a
hundred
.
”
“
Tony
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
after
considering
a
little
with
his
legs
crossed
,
“
he
ca
n't
read
yet
,
can
he
?
”
“
Read
!
He
'll
never
read
.
He
can
make
all
the
letters
separately
,
and
he
knows
most
of
them
separately
when
he
sees
them
;
he
has
got
on
that
much
,
under
me
;
but
he
ca
n't
put
them
together
.
He
's
too
old
to
acquire
the
knack
of
it
now
—
and
too
drunk
.
”
“
Tony
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
uncrossing
and
recrossing
his
legs
;
“
how
do
you
suppose
he
spelt
out
that
name
of
Hawdon
?
”
“
He
never
spelt
it
out
.
You
know
what
a
curious
power
of
eye
he
has
,
and
how
he
has
been
used
to
employ
himself
in
copying
things
by
eye
alone
.
He
imitated
it
—
evidently
from
the
direction
of
a
letter
;
and
asked
me
what
it
meant
.
”
“
Tony
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
uncrossing
and
recrossing
his
legs
again
;
“
should
you
say
that
the
original
was
a
man
's
writing
or
a
woman
's
?
”
“
A
woman
's
.
Fifty
to
one
a
lady
's
—
slopes
a
good
deal
,
and
the
end
of
the
letter
‘n
,
’
long
and
hasty
.
”
Mr.
Guppy
has
been
biting
his
thumb-nail
during
this
dialogue
,
generally
changing
the
thumb
when
he
has
changed
the
crossed
leg
.
As
he
is
going
to
do
so
again
,
he
happens
to
look
at
his
coat-sleeve
.
It
takes
his
attention
.
He
stares
at
it
,
aghast
.
“
Why
,
Tony
,
what
on
earth
is
going
on
in
this
house
to-night
?
Is
there
a
chimney
on
fire
?
”
“
Chimney
on
fire
!
”
“
Ah
!
”
returns
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
See
how
the
soot
's
falling
.
See
here
,
on
my
arm
!
See
again
,
on
the
table
here
!
Confound
the
stuff
,
it
wo
n't
blow
off
—
smears
,
like
black
fat
!
”
They
look
at
one
another
,
and
Tony
goes
listening
to
the
door
,
and
a
little
way
up
stairs
,
and
a
little
way
down
stairs
.
Comes
back
,
and
says
it
's
all
right
,
and
all
quiet
:
and
quotes
the
remark
he
lately
made
to
Mr.
Snagsby
,
about
their
cooking
chops
at
the
Sol
's
Arms
.
“
And
it
was
then
,
”
resumes
Mr.
Guppy
,
still
glancing
with
remarkable
aversion
at
his
coat-sleeve
,
as
they
pursue
their
conversation
before
the
fire
,
leaning
on
opposite
sides
of
the
table
with
their
heads
very
near
together
,
“
that
he
told
you
of
his
having
taken
the
bundle
of
letters
from
his
lodger
's
portmanteau
?
”
“
That
was
the
time
,
sir
,
”
answers
Tony
,
faintly
adjusting
his
whiskers
.
“
Whereupon
I
wrote
a
line
to
my
dear
boy
,
the
Honourable
William
Guppy
,
informing
him
of
the
appointment
for
to-night
,
and
advising
him
not
to
call
before
:
Boguey
being
a
Slyboots
.
”
The
light
vivacious
tone
of
fashionable
life
which
is
usually
assumed
by
Mr.
Weevle
,
sits
so
ill
upon
him
to-night
,
that
he
abandons
that
and
his
whiskers
together
;
and
,
after
looking
over
his
shoulder
,
appears
to
yield
himself
up
,
a
prey
to
the
horrors
again
.
“
You
are
to
bring
the
letters
to
your
room
to
read
and
compare
,
and
to
get
yourself
into
a
position
to
tell
him
all
about
them
.
That
's
the
arrangement
,
is
n't
it
,
Tony
?
”
asks
Mr.
Guppy
,
anxiously
biting
his
thumb-nail
.
“
You
ca
n't
speak
too
low
.
Yes
.
That
's
what
he
and
I
agreed
.
”
“
I
tell
you
what
,
Tony
—
”
“
You
ca
n't
speak
too
low
,
”
says
Tony
once
more
.
Mr.
Guppy
nods
his
sagacious
head
,
advances
it
yet
closer
,
and
drops
into
a
whisper
.
“
I
tell
you
what
.
The
first
thing
to
be
done
is
,
to
make
another
packet
,
like
the
real
one
;
so
that
,
if
he
should
ask
to
see
the
real
one
while
it
's
in
my
possession
,
you
can
show
him
the
dummy
.
”
“
And
suppose
he
detects
the
dummy
as
soon
as
he
sees
it
—
which
with
his
biting
screw
of
an
eye
is
about
five
hundred
times
more
likely
than
not
,
”
suggests
Tony
.
“
Then
we
'll
face
it
out
.
They
do
n't
belong
to
him
,
and
they
never
did
.
You
found
that
;
and
you
placed
them
in
my
hands
—
a
legal
friend
of
yours
—
for
security
.
If
he
forces
us
to
it
,
they
'll
be
producible
,
wo
n't
they
?
”
“
Ye-es
,
”
is
Mr.
Weevle
's
reluctant
admission
.
“
Why
,
Tony
,
”
remonstrates
his
friend
,
“
how
you
look
!
You
do
n't
doubt
William
Guppy
?
You
do
n't
suspect
any
harm
?
”
“
I
do
n't
suspect
anything
more
than
I
know
,
William
,
”
returns
the
other
,
gravely
.
“
And
what
do
you
know
?
”
urges
Mr.
Guppy
,
raising
his
voice
a
little
;
but
on
his
friend
's
once
more
warning
him
,
“
I
tell
you
,
you
ca
n't
speak
too
low
,
”
he
repeats
his
question
without
any
sound
at
all
;
forming
with
his
lips
only
the
words
,
“
What
do
you
know
?
”
“
I
know
three
things
.
First
,
I
know
that
here
we
are
whispering
in
secrecy
;
a
pair
of
conspirators
.
”
“
Well
!
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
“
and
we
had
better
be
that
,
than
a
pair
of
noodles
,
which
we
should
be
,
if
we
were
doing
any
thing
else
;
for
it
's
the
only
way
of
doing
what
we
want
to
do
.
Secondly
?
”
“
Secondly
,
it
's
not
made
out
to
me
how
it
's
likely
to
be
profitable
,
after
all
.
”
Mr.
Guppy
casts
up
his
eyes
at
the
portrait
of
Lady
Dedlock
over
the
mantel-shelf
,
and
replies
,
“
Tony
,
you
are
asked
to
leave
that
to
the
honor
of
your
friend
.
Besides
its
being
calculated
to
serve
that
friend
,
in
those
chords
of
the
human
mind
which
—
which
need
not
be
called
into
agonising
vibration
on
the
present
occasion
—
your
friend
is
no
fool
.
What
's
that
?
”
“
It
's
eleven
o'clock
striking
by
the
bell
of
Saint
Paul
's
.
Listen
,
and
you
'll
hear
all
the
bells
in
the
city
jangling
.
”
Both
sit
silent
,
listening
to
the
metal
voices
,
near
and
distant
,
resounding
from
towers
of
various
heights
,
in
tones
more
various
than
their
situations
.
When
these
at
length
cease
,
all
seems
more
mysterious
and
quiet
than
before
.
One
disagreeable
result
of
whispering
is
,
that
it
seems
to
evoke
an
atmosphere
of
silence
,
haunted
by
the
ghosts
of
sound
—
strange
cracks
and
tickings
,
the
rustling
of
garments
that
have
no
substance
in
them
,
and
the
tread
of
dreadful
feet
,
that
would
leave
no
mark
on
the
sea-sand
or
the
winter
snow
.
So
sensitive
the
two
friends
happen
to
be
,
that
the
air
is
full
of
these
phantoms
;
and
the
two
look
over
their
shoulders
by
one
consent
,
to
see
that
the
door
is
shut
.
“
Yes
,
Tony
?
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
drawing
nearer
to
the
fire
,
and
biting
his
unsteady
thumb-nail
.
“
You
were
going
to
say
,
thirdly
?
”
“
It
's
far
from
a
pleasant
thing
to
be
plotting
about
a
dead
man
in
the
room
where
he
died
,
especially
when
you
happen
to
live
in
it
.
”
“
But
we
are
plotting
nothing
against
him
,
Tony
.
”
“
May
be
not
,
still
I
do
n't
like
it
.
Live
here
by
yourself
,
and
see
how
you
like
it
.
”
“
As
to
dead
men
,
Tony
,
”
proceeds
Mr.
Guppy
,
evading
this
proposal
,
“
there
have
been
dead
men
in
most
rooms
.
”
“
I
know
there
have
;
but
in
most
rooms
you
let
them
alone
,
and
—
and
they
let
you
alone
,
”
Tony
answers
.
The
two
look
at
each
other
again
.
Mr.
Guppy
makes
a
hurried
remark
to
the
effect
that
they
may
be
doing
the
deceased
a
service
;
that
he
hopes
so
.
There
is
an
oppressive
blank
,
until
Mr.
Weevle
,
by
stirring
the
fire
suddenly
,
makes
Mr.
Guppy
start
as
if
his
heart
had
been
stirred
instead
.
“
Fah
!
Here
's
more
of
this
hateful
soot
hanging
about
,
”
says
he
.
“
Let
us
open
the
window
a
bit
,
and
get
a
mouthful
of
air
.
It
's
too
close
.
”
He
raises
the
sash
,
and
they
both
rest
on
the
window-sill
,
half
in
and
half
out
of
the
room
.
The
neighboring
houses
are
too
near
,
to
admit
of
their
seeing
any
sky
without
craning
their
necks
and
looking
up
;
but
lights
in
frowsy
windows
here
and
there
,
and
the
rolling
of
distant
carriages
,
and
the
new
expression
that
there
is
of
the
stir
of
men
,
they
find
to
be
comfortable
.
Mr.
Guppy
,
noiselessly
tapping
on
the
window-sill
,
resumes
his
whispering
in
quite
a
light-comedy
tone
.
“
By
the
bye
,
Tony
,
do
n't
forget
old
Smallweed
;
”
meaning
the
Younger
of
that
name
.
“
I
have
not
let
him
into
this
,
you
know
.
That
grandfather
of
his
is
too
keen
by
half
.
It
runs
in
the
family
.
”
“
I
remember
,
”
says
Tony
.
“
I
am
up
to
all
that
.
”
“
And
as
to
Krook
,
”
resumes
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
Now
,
do
you
suppose
he
really
has
got
hold
of
any
other
papers
of
importance
,
as
he
has
boasted
to
you
,
since
you
have
been
such
allies
?
”
Tony
shakes
his
head
.
“
I
do
n't
know
.
Ca
n't
imagine
.
If
we
get
through
this
business
without
rousing
his
suspicions
,
I
shall
be
better
informed
no
doubt
.
How
can
I
know
,
without
seeing
them
,
when
he
do
n't
know
himself
?
He
is
always
spelling
out
words
from
them
,
and
chalking
them
over
the
table
and
the
shop-wall
,
and
asking
what
this
is
,
and
what
that
is
;
but
his
whole
stock
,
from
beginning
to
end
,
may
easily
be
the
waste
paper
he
bought
it
as
,
for
anything
I
can
say
.
It
's
a
monomania
with
him
,
to
think
he
is
possessed
of
documents
.
He
has
been
going
to
learn
to
read
them
this
last
quarter
of
a
century
,
I
should
judge
,
from
what
he
tells
me
.
”
“
How
did
he
first
come
by
that
idea
,
though
?
that
's
the
question
,
”
Mr.
Guppy
suggests
with
one
eye
shut
,
after
a
little
forensic
meditation
.
“
He
may
have
found
papers
in
something
he
bought
,
where
papers
were
not
supposed
to
be
;
and
may
have
got
it
into
his
shrewd
head
,
from
the
manner
and
place
of
their
concealment
,
that
they
are
worth
something
.
”
“
Or
he
may
have
been
taken
in
,
in
some
pretended
bargain
.
Or
he
may
have
been
muddled
altogether
,
by
long
staring
at
whatever
he
has
got
,
and
by
drink
,
and
by
hanging
about
the
Lord
Chancellor
's
court
and
hearing
of
documents
for
ever
,
”
returns
Mr.
Weevle
.
Mr.
Guppy
sitting
on
the
window-sill
,
nodding
his
head
and
balancing
all
these
possibilities
in
his
mind
,
continues
thoughtfully
to
tap
it
,
and
clasp
it
,
and
measure
it
with
his
hand
,
until
he
hastily
draws
his
hand
away
.
“
What
,
in
the
Devil
's
name
,
”
he
says
,
“
is
this
!
Look
at
my
fingers
!
”
A
thick
,
yellow
liquor
defiles
them
,
which
is
offensive
to
the
touch
and
sight
,
and
more
offensive
to
the
smell
.
A
stagnant
,
sickening
oil
,
with
some
natural
repulsion
in
it
that
makes
them
both
shudder
.
“
What
have
you
been
doing
here
?
What
have
you
been
pouring
out
of
window
?
”
“
I
pouring
out
of
window
!
Nothing
,
I
swear
!
Never
,
since
I
have
been
here
!
”
cries
the
lodger
.
And
yet
look
here
—
and
look
here
!
When
he
brings
the
candle
,
here
,
from
the
corner
of
the
window-sill
,
it
slowly
drips
and
creeps
away
down
the
bricks
;
here
,
lies
in
a
little
thick
nauseous
pool
.
“
This
is
a
horrible
house
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
shutting
down
the
window
.
“
Give
me
some
water
,
or
I
shall
cut
my
hand
off
.
”
He
so
washes
,
and
rubs
,
and
scrubs
,
and
smells
,
and
washes
,
that
he
has
not
long
restored
himself
with
a
glass
of
brandy
,
and
stood
silently
before
the
fire
,
when
Saint
Paul
's
bell
strikes
twelve
,
and
all
those
other
bells
strike
twelve
from
their
towers
of
various
heights
in
the
dark
air
,
and
in
their
many
tones
.
When
all
is
quiet
again
,
the
lodger
says
:
“
It
's
the
appointed
time
at
last
.
Shall
I
go
?
”
Mr.
Guppy
nods
,
and
gives
him
a
“
lucky
touch
”
on
the
back
;
but
not
with
the
washed
hand
,
though
it
is
his
right
hand
.
He
goes
down-stairs
;
and
Mr.
Guppy
tries
to
compose
himself
,
before
the
fire
,
for
waiting
a
long
time
.
But
in
no
more
than
a
minute
or
two
the
stairs
creak
,
and
Tony
comes
swiftly
back
.
“
Have
you
got
them
?
”
“
Got
them
!
No.
The
old
man
's
not
there
.
”
He
has
been
so
horribly
frightened
in
the
short
interval
,
that
his
terror
seizes
the
other
,
who
makes
a
rush
at
him
,
and
asks
loudly
,
“
What
's
the
matter
?
”
“
I
could
n't
make
him
hear
,
and
I
softly
opened
the
door
and
looked
in
.
And
the
burning
smell
is
there
—
and
the
soot
is
there
,
and
the
oil
is
there
—
and
he
is
not
there
!
”
—
Tony
ends
this
with
a
groan
.
Mr.
Guppy
takes
the
light
.
They
go
down
,
more
dead
than
alive
,
and
holding
one
another
,
push
open
the
door
of
the
back
shop
.
The
cat
has
retreated
close
to
it
,
and
stands
snarling
—
not
at
them
;
at
something
on
the
ground
,
before
the
fire
.
There
is
very
little
fire
left
in
the
grate
,
but
there
is
a
smouldering
suffocating
vapor
in
the
room
,
and
a
dark
greasy
coating
on
the
walls
and
ceiling
.
The
chairs
and
table
,
and
the
bottle
so
rarely
absent
from
the
table
,
all
stand
as
usual
.
On
one
chair-back
,
hang
the
old
man
's
hairy
cap
and
coat
.
“
Look
!
”
whispers
the
lodger
,
pointing
his
friend
's
attention
to
these
objects
with
a
trembling
finger
.
“
I
told
you
so
.
When
I
saw
him
last
,
he
took
his
cap
off
,
took
out
the
little
bundle
of
old
letters
,
hung
his
cap
on
the
back
of
the
chair
—
his
coat
was
there
already
,
for
he
had
pulled
that
off
,
before
he
went
to
put
the
shutters
up
—
and
I
left
him
turning
the
letters
over
in
his
hand
,
standing
just
where
that
crumbled
black
thing
is
upon
the
floor
.
”
Is
he
hanging
somewhere
?
They
look
up
.
No.
“
See
!
”
whispers
Tony
.
“
At
the
foot
of
the
same
chair
,
there
lies
a
dirty
bit
of
thin
red
cord
that
they
tie
up
pens
with
.
That
went
round
the
letters
.
He
undid
it
slowly
,
leering
and
laughing
at
me
,
before
he
began
to
turn
them
over
,
and
threw
it
there
.
I
saw
it
fall
.
”
“
What
's
the
matter
with
the
cat
?
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
.
“
Look
at
her
!
”
“
Mad
,
I
think
.
And
no
wonder
,
in
this
evil
place
.
”
They
advance
slowly
,
looking
at
all
these
things
.
The
cat
remains
where
they
found
her
,
still
snarling
at
the
something
on
the
ground
,
before
the
fire
and
between
the
two
chairs
.
What
is
it
?
Hold
up
the
light
?
Here
is
a
small
burnt
patch
of
flooring
;
here
is
the
tinder
from
a
little
bundle
of
burnt
paper
,
but
not
so
light
as
usual
,
seeming
to
be
steeped
in
something
;
and
here
is
—
is
it
the
cinder
of
a
small
charred
and
broken
log
of
wood
sprinkled
with
white
ashes
,
or
is
it
coal
?
O
Horror
,
he
IS
here
!
and
this
,
from
which
we
run
away
,
striking
out
the
light
and
overturning
one
another
into
the
street
,
is
all
that
represents
him
.
Help
,
help
,
help
!
come
into
this
house
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
Plenty
will
come
in
,
but
none
can
help
.
The
Lord
Chancellor
of
that
Court
,
true
to
his
title
in
his
last
act
,
has
died
the
death
of
all
Lord
Chancellors
in
all
Courts
,
and
of
all
authorities
in
all
places
under
all
names
soever
,
where
false
pretences
are
made
,
and
where
injustice
is
done
.
Call
the
death
by
any
name
Your
Highness
will
,
attribute
it
to
whom
you
will
,
or
say
it
might
have
been
prevented
how
you
will
,
it
is
the
same
death
eternally
—
inborn
,
inbred
,
engendered
in
the
corrupted
humours
of
the
vicious
body
itself
,
and
that
only
—
Spontaneous
Combustion
,
and
none
other
of
all
the
deaths
that
can
be
died
.
CHAPTER
XXXIII
.
INTERLOPERS
.
Now
do
those
two
gentlemen
not
very
neat
about
the
cuffs
and
buttons
who
attended
the
last
Coroner
's
Inquest
at
the
Sol
's
Arms
,
reappear
in
the
precincts
with
surprising
swiftness
(
being
,
in
fact
,
breathlessly
fetched
by
the
active
and
intelligent
beadle
)
,
and
institute
perquisitions
through
the
court
,
and
dive
into
the
Sol
's
parlour
,
and
write
with
ravenous
little
pens
on
tissue-paper
.
Now
do
they
note
down
,
in
the
watches
of
the
night
,
how
the
neighbourhood
of
Chancery
Lane
was
yesterday
,
at
about
midnight
,
thrown
into
a
state
of
the
most
intense
agitation
and
excitement
by
the
following
alarming
and
horrible
discovery
.
Now
do
they
set
forth
how
it
will
doubtless
be
remembered
,
that
some
time
back
a
painful
sensation
was
created
in
the
public
mind
,
by
a
case
of
mysterious
death
from
opium
occurring
in
the
first
floor
of
the
house
occupied
as
a
rag
,
bottle
,
and
general
marine
store-shop
,
by
an
eccentric
individual
of
intemperate
habits
,
far
advanced
in
life
,
named
Krook
;
and
how
,
by
a
remarkable
coincidence
,
Krook
was
examined
at
the
inquest
,
which
it
may
be
recollected
was
held
on
that
occasion
at
the
Sol
's
Arms
,
a
well-conducted
tavern
,
immediately
adjoining
the
premises
in
question
,
on
the
west
side
,
and
licensed
to
a
highly
respectable
landlord
,
Mr.
James
George
Bogsby
.
Now
do
they
show
(
in
as
many
words
as
possible
)
,
how
during
some
hours
of
yesterday
evening
a
very
peculiar
smell
was
observed
by
the
inhabitants
of
the
court
,
in
which
the
tragical
occurrence
which
forms
the
subject
of
that
present
account
transpired
;
and
which
odour
was
at
one
time
so
powerful
,
that
Mr.
Swills
,
a
comic
vocalist
,
professionally
engaged
by
Mr.
J.G.
Bogsby
,
has
himself
stated
to
our
reporter
that
he
mentioned
to
Miss
M
.
Melvilleson
,
a
lady
of
some
pretensions
to
musical
ability
,
likewise
engaged
by
Mr
.
J
.
G
.
Bogsby
to
sing
at
a
series
of
concerts
called
Harmonic
Assemblies
or
Meetings
,
which
it
would
appear
are
held
at
the
Sol
's
Arms
,
under
Mr.
Bogsby
's
direction
,
pursuant
to
the
Act
of
George
the
Second
,
that
he
(
Mr.
Swills
)
found
his
voice
seriously
affected
by
the
impure
state
of
the
atmosphere
;
his
jocose
expression
,
at
the
time
,
being
,
“
that
he
was
like
an
empty
post-office
,
for
he
had
n't
a
single
note
in
him
.
”
How
this
account
of
Mr.
Swills
is
entirely
corroborated
by
two
intelligent
married
females
residing
in
the
same
court
,
and
known
respectively
by
the
names
of
Mrs.
Piper
and
Mrs.
Perkins
;
both
of
whom
observed
the
fœtid
effluvia
,
and
regarded
them
as
being
emitted
from
the
premises
in
the
occupation
of
Krook
,
the
unfortunate
deceased
.
All
this
and
a
great
deal
more
,
the
two
gentlemen
,
who
have
formed
an
amicable
partnership
in
the
melancholy
catastrophe
,
write
down
on
the
spot
;
and
the
boy
population
of
the
court
(
out
of
bed
in
a
moment
)
swarm
up
the
shutters
of
the
Sol
's
Arm
's
parlor
,
to
behold
the
tops
of
their
heads
while
they
are
about
it
.
The
whole
court
,
adult
as
well
as
boy
,
is
sleepless
for
that
night
,
and
can
do
nothing
but
wrap
up
its
many
heads
,
and
talk
of
the
ill-fated
house
,
and
look
at
it
.
Miss
Flite
has
been
bravely
rescued
from
her
chamber
,
as
if
it
were
in
flames
,
and
accommodated
with
a
bed
at
the
Sol
's
Arms
.
The
Sol
neither
turns
off
its
gas
nor
shuts
its
door
,
all
night
;
for
any
kind
of
public
excitement
makes
good
for
the
Sol
,
and
causes
the
court
to
stand
in
need
of
comfort
.
The
house
has
not
done
so
much
in
the
stomachic
article
of
cloves
,
or
in
brandy
and
water
warm
,
since
the
Inquest
.
The
moment
the
potboy
heard
what
had
happened
,
he
rolled
up
his
shirt-sleeves
tight
to
his
shoulders
,
and
said
,
“
There
'll
be
a
run
upon
us
!
”
In
the
first
outcry
,
Young
Piper
dashed
off
for
the
fire-engines
;
and
returned
in
triumph
at
a
jolting
gallop
,
perched
up
aloft
on
the
Phœnix
,
and
holding
on
to
that
fabulous
creature
with
all
his
might
,
in
the
midst
of
helmets
and
torches
.
One
helmet
remains
behind
,
after
careful
investigation
of
all
chinks
and
crannies
;
and
slowly
paces
up
and
down
before
the
house
,
in
company
with
one
of
the
two
policemen
who
have
been
likewise
left
in
charge
thereof
.
To
this
trio
,
everybody
in
the
court
,
possessed
of
sixpence
,
has
an
insatiate
desire
to
exhibit
hospitality
in
a
liquid
form
.
Mr.
Weevle
and
his
friend
Mr.
Guppy
are
within
the
bar
at
the
Sol
,
and
are
worth
anything
to
the
Sol
that
the
bar
contains
,
if
they
will
only
stay
there
.
“
This
is
not
a
time
,
”
says
Mr.
Bogsby
,
“
to
haggle
about
money
,
”
though
he
looks
something
sharply
after
it
,
over
the
counter
;
“
give
your
orders
,
you
two
gentlemen
,
and
you
're
welcome
to
whatever
you
put
a
name
to
.
”
Thus
entreated
,
the
two
gentlemen
(
Mr.
Weevle
especially
)
put
names
to
so
many
things
,
that
in
course
of
time
they
find
it
difficult
to
put
a
name
to
anything
quite
distinctly
;
though
they
still
relate
,
to
all
new
comers
,
some
version
of
the
night
they
have
had
of
it
,
and
of
what
they
said
,
and
what
they
thought
,
and
what
they
saw
.
Meanwhile
,
one
or
other
of
the
policemen
often
flits
about
the
door
,
and
pushing
it
open
a
little
way
at
the
full
length
of
his
arm
,
looks
in
from
outer
gloom
.
Not
that
he
has
any
suspicions
,
but
that
he
may
as
well
know
what
they
are
up
to
,
in
there
.
Thus
,
night
pursues
its
leaden
course
;
finding
the
court
still
out
of
bed
through
the
unwonted
hours
,
still
treating
and
being
treated
,
still
conducting
itself
similarly
to
a
court
that
has
had
a
little
money
left
it
unexpectedly
.
Thus
,
night
at
length
with
slow-retreating
steps
departs
,
and
the
lamplighter
going
his
rounds
,
like
an
executioner
to
a
despotic
king
,
strikes
off
the
little
heads
of
fire
that
have
aspired
to
lessen
the
darkness
.
Thus
,
the
day
cometh
,
whether
or
no.
And
the
day
may
discern
,
even
with
its
dim
London
eye
,
that
the
court
has
been
up
all
night
.
Over
and
above
the
faces
that
have
fallen
drowsily
on
tables
,
and
the
heels
that
lie
prone
on
hard
floors
instead
of
beds
,
the
brick
and
mortar
physiognomy
of
the
very
court
itself
looks
worn
and
jaded
.
And
now
the
neighbourhood
waking
up
,
and
beginning
to
hear
of
what
has
happened
,
comes
streaming
in
,
half-dressed
,
to
ask
questions
;
and
the
two
policemen
and
the
helmet
(
who
are
far
less
impressible
externally
than
the
court
)
have
enough
to
do
to
keep
the
door
.
“
Good
gracious
,
gentlemen
!
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
coming
up
.
“
What
's
this
I
hear
!
”
“
Why
,
it
's
true
,
”
returns
one
of
the
policemen
.
“
That
's
what
it
is
.
Now
move
on
here
,
come
!
”
“
Why
,
good
gracious
,
gentlemen
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
somewhat
promptly
backed
away
,
“
I
was
at
this
door
last
night
betwixt
ten
and
eleven
o'clock
,
in
conversation
with
the
young
man
who
lodges
here
.
”
“
Indeed
?
”
returns
the
policeman
.
“
You
will
find
the
young
man
next
door
then
.
Now
move
on
here
,
some
of
you
.
”
“
Not
hurt
,
I
hope
?
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
.
“
Hurt
?
No.
What
's
to
hurt
him
!
”
Mr.
Snagsby
,
wholly
unable
to
answer
this
,
or
any
other
question
,
in
his
troubled
mind
,
repairs
to
the
Sol
's
Arms
,
and
finds
Mr.
Weevle
languishing
over
tea
and
toast
;
with
a
considerable
expression
on
him
of
exhausted
excitement
,
and
exhausted
tobacco-smoke
.
“
And
Mr.
Guppy
likewise
!
”
quoth
Mr.
Snagsby
.
“
Dear
,
dear
,
dear
!
What
a
Fate
there
seems
in
all
this
!
And
my
lit
—
”
Mr.
Snagsby
's
power
of
speech
deserts
him
in
the
formation
of
the
words
“
my
little
woman
.
”
For
,
to
see
that
injured
female
walk
into
the
Sol
's
Arms
at
that
hour
of
the
morning
and
stand
before
the
beer-engine
,
with
her
eyes
fixed
upon
him
like
an
accusing
spirit
,
strikes
him
dumb
.
“
My
dear
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
when
his
tongue
is
loosened
,
“
will
you
take
anything
?
A
little
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
drop
of
shrub
?
”
“
No
,
”
says
Mrs.
Snagsby
.
“
My
love
,
you
know
these
two
gentlemen
?
”
“
Yes
!
”
says
Mrs.
Snagsby
;
and
in
a
rigid
manner
acknowledges
their
presence
,
still
fixing
Mr.
Snagsby
with
her
eye
.
The
devoted
Mr.
Snagsby
cannot
bear
this
treatment
.
He
takes
Mrs.
Snagsby
by
the
hand
,
and
leads
her
aside
to
an
adjacent
cask
.
“
My
little
woman
,
why
do
you
look
at
me
in
that
way
?
Pray
do
n't
do
it
.
”
“
I
ca
n't
help
my
looks
,
”
says
Mrs.
Snagsby
,
“
and
if
I
could
I
would
n't
.
”
Mr.
Snagsby
,
with
his
cough
of
meekness
,
rejoins
,
—
“
Would
n't
you
really
,
my
dear
?
”
and
meditates
.
Then
coughs
his
cough
of
trouble
,
and
says
,
“
This
is
a
dreadful
mystery
,
my
love
!
”
still
fearfully
disconcerted
by
Mrs.
Snagsby
's
eye
.
“
It
is
,
”
returns
Mrs.
Snagsby
,
shaking
her
head
,
“
a
dreadful
mystery
.
”
“
My
little
woman
,
”
urges
Mr.
Snagsby
,
in
a
piteous
manner
,
“
do
n't
,
for
goodness
sake
,
speak
to
me
with
that
bitter
expression
,
and
look
at
me
in
that
searching
way
!
I
beg
and
entreat
of
you
not
to
do
it
.
Good
lord
,
you
do
n't
suppose
that
I
would
go
spontaneously
combusting
any
person
,
my
dear
?
”
“
I
ca
n't
say
,
”
returns
Mrs.
Snagsby
.
On
a
hasty
review
of
his
unfortunate
position
,
Mr.
Snagsby
“
ca
n't
say
,
”
either
.
He
is
not
prepared
positively
to
deny
that
he
may
have
had
something
to
do
with
it
.
He
has
had
something
—
he
do
n't
know
what
—
to
do
with
so
much
in
this
connexion
that
is
mysterious
,
that
it
is
possible
he
may
even
be
implicated
,
without
knowing
it
,
in
the
present
transaction
.
He
faintly
wipes
his
forehead
with
his
handkerchief
,
and
gasps
.
“
My
life
,
”
says
the
unhappy
stationer
,
“
would
you
have
any
objections
to
mention
why
,
being
in
general
so
delicately
circumspect
in
your
conduct
,
you
come
into
a
Wine
Vaults
before
breakfast
?
”
“
Why
do
you
come
here
?
”
inquires
Mrs.
Snagsby
.
“
My
dear
,
merely
to
know
the
rights
of
the
fatal
accident
which
has
happened
to
the
venerable
party
who
has
been
—
combusted
.
”
Mr.
Snagsby
has
made
a
pause
to
suppress
a
groan
.
“
I
should
then
have
related
them
to
you
,
my
love
,
over
your
French
roll
.
”
“
I
dare
say
you
would
!
You
relate
everything
to
me
,
Mr.
Snagsby
.
”
“
Every
—
my
lit
—
?
”
“
I
should
be
glad
,
”
says
Mrs.
Snagsby
,
after
contemplating
his
increased
confusion
with
a
severe
and
sinister
smile
,
“
if
you
would
come
home
with
me
;
I
think
you
may
be
safer
there
,
Mr.
Snagsby
,
than
anywhere
else
.
”
“
My
love
,
I
do
n't
know
but
what
I
may
be
,
I
am
sure
.
I
am
ready
to
go
.
”
Mr.
Snagsby
casts
his
eyes
forlornly
round
the
bar
,
gives
Messrs.
Weevle
and
Guppy
good
morning
,
assures
them
of
the
satisfaction
with
which
he
sees
them
uninjured
,
and
accompanies
Mrs.
Snagsby
from
the
Sol
's
Arms
.
Before
night
,
his
doubt
whether
he
may
not
be
responsible
for
some
inconceivable
part
in
the
catastrophe
which
is
the
talk
of
the
whole
neighbourhood
,
is
almost
resolved
into
certainty
by
Mrs.
Snagsby
's
pertinacity
in
that
fixed
gaze
.
His
mental
sufferings
are
so
great
,
that
he
entertains
wandering
ideas
of
delivering
himself
up
to
justice
,
and
requiring
to
be
cleared
,
if
innocent
,
and
punished
with
the
utmost
rigor
of
the
law
,
if
guilty
.
Mr.
Weevle
and
Mr.
Guppy
,
having
taken
their
breakfast
,
step
into
Lincoln
's
Inn
to
take
a
little
walk
about
the
square
,
and
clear
as
many
of
the
dark
cobwebs
out
of
their
brains
as
a
little
walk
may
.
“
There
can
be
no
more
favorable
time
than
the
present
,
Tony
,
”
says
Mr.
Guppy
,
after
they
have
broodingly
made
out
the
four
sides
of
the
square
,
“
for
a
word
or
two
between
us
,
upon
a
point
on
which
we
must
,
with
very
little
delay
,
come
to
an
understanding
.
”
“
Now
,
I
tell
you
what
,
William
G
!
”
returns
the
other
,
eyeing
his
companion
with
a
bloodshot
eye
.
“
If
it
's
a
point
of
conspiracy
,
you
need
n't
take
the
trouble
to
mention
it
.
I
have
had
enough
of
that
,
and
I
ai
n't
going
to
have
any
more
.
We
shall
have
you
taking
fire
next
,
or
blowing
up
with
a
bang
.
”
This
supposititious
phenomenon
is
so
very
disagreeable
to
Mr.
Guppy
that
his
voice
quakes
,
as
he
says
in
a
moral
way
,
“
Tony
,
I
should
have
thought
that
what
we
went
through
last
night
,
would
have
been
a
lesson
to
you
never
to
be
personal
any
more
as
long
as
you
lived
.
”
To
which
