“Why
,
then
I
'll
tell
you
,
sir
,
”
returns
the
trooper
,
stopping
short
,
and
folding
his
arms
on
his
square
chest
,
so
angrily
,
that
his
face
fires
and
flushes
all
over
;
”
he
is
a
confoundedly
bad
kind
of
man
.
He
is
a
slowtorturing
kind
of
man
.
He
is
no
more
like
flesh
and
blood
,
than
a
rusty
old
carbine
is
.
He
is
a
kind
of
man
—
by
George
!
—
that
has
caused
me
more
restlessness
,
and
more
uneasiness
,
and
more
dissatisfaction
with
myself
,
than
all
other
men
put
together
.
That
's
the
kind
of
man
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
is
!
”
“
I
am
sorry
,
”
says
Allan
,
“
to
have
touched
so
sore
a
place
.
”
“
Sore
?
”
The
trooper
plants
his
legs
wider
apart
,
wets
the
palm
of
his
broad
right
hand
,
and
lays
it
on
his
imaginary
moustache
.
“
It
's
no
fault
of
yours
,
sir
;
but
you
shall
judge
.
He
has
got
a
power
over
me
.
He
is
the
man
I
spoke
of
just
now
,
as
being
able
to
tumble
me
out
of
this
place
neck
and
crop
.
He
keeps
me
on
a
constant
see-saw
.
He
wo
n't
hold
off
,
and
he
wo
n't
come
on
.
If
I
have
a
payment
to
make
him
,
or
time
to
ask
him
for
,
or
anything
to
go
to
him
about
,
he
do
n't
see
me
,
do
n't
hear
me
—
passes
me
on
to
Melchisedech
's
in
Clifford
's
Inn
,
Melchisedech
's
in
Clifford
's
Inn
passes
me
back
again
to
him
—
he
keeps
me
prowling
and
dangling
about
him
,
as
if
I
was
made
of
the
same
stone
as
himself
.
Why
,
I
spend
half
my
life
now
,
pretty
well
,
loitering
and
dodging
about
his
door
.
What
does
he
care
?
Nothing
.
Just
as
much
as
the
rusty
old
carbine
I
have
compared
him
to
.
He
chafes
and
goads
me
,
till
—
Bah
!
nonsense
—
I
am
forgetting
myself
.
Mr.
Woodcourt
;
”
the
trooper
resumes
his
march
;
“
all
I
say
is
,
he
is
an
old
man
;
but
I
am
glad
I
shall
never
have
the
chance
of
setting
spurs
to
my
horse
,
and
riding
at
him
in
a
fair
field
.
For
if
I
had
that
chance
,
in
one
of
the
humors
he
drives
me
into
—
he
'd
go
down
,
sir
!
”
Mr.
George
has
been
so
excited
,
that
he
finds
it
necessary
to
wipe
his
forehead
on
his
shirt-sleeve
.
Even
while
he
whistles
his
impetuosity
away
with
the
National
Anthem
,
some
involuntary
shakings
of
his
head
and
heavings
of
his
chest
still
linger
behind
;
not
to
mention
an
occasional
hasty
adjustment
with
both
hands
of
his
open
shirt-collar
,
as
if
it
were
scarcely
open
enough
to
prevent
his
being
troubled
by
a
choking
sensation
.
In
short
,
Allan
Woodcourt
has
not
much
doubt
about
the
going
down
of
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
on
the
field
referred
to
.
Jo
and
his
conductor
presently
return
,
and
Jo
is
assisted
to
his
mattress
by
the
careful
Phil
;
to
whom
,
after
due
administration
of
medicine
by
his
own
hands
,
Allan
confides
all
needful
means
and
instructions
.
The
morning
is
by
this
time
getting
on
apace
.
He
repairs
to
his
lodgings
to
dress
and
breakfast
;
and
then
,
without
seeking
rest
,
goes
away
to
Mr.
Jarndyce
to
communicate
his
discovery
.
With
him
Mr.
Jarndyce
returns
alone
,
confidentially
telling
him
that
there
are
reasons
for
keeping
this
matter
very
quiet
indeed
;
and
showing
a
serious
interest
in
it
.
To
Mr.
Jarndyce
,
Jo
repeats
in
substance
what
he
said
in
the
morning
;
without
any
material
variation
.
Only
,
that
cart
of
his
is
heavier
to
draw
,
and
draws
with
a
hollower
sound
.
“
Let
me
lay
here
quiet
,
and
not
be
chivied
no
more
,
”
falters
Jo
;
“
and
be
so
kind
any
person
as
is
a
passin
'
nigh
where
I
used
fur
to
sweep
,
as
jist
to
say
to
Mr.
Sangsby
that
Jo
,
wot
he
known
once
,
is
a
moving
on
right
forards
with
his
duty
,
and
I
'll
be
wery
thankful
.
I
'd
be
more
thankful
than
I
am
aready
,
if
it
was
any
ways
possible
for
an
unfortnet
to
be
it
.
”
He
makes
so
many
of
these
references
to
the
law-stationer
in
the
course
of
a
day
or
two
,
that
Allan
,
after
conferring
with
Mr.
Jarndyce
,
good-naturedly
resolves
to
call
in
Cook
's
Court
;
the
rather
,
as
the
cart
seems
to
be
breaking
down
.
To
Cook
's
Court
,
therefore
,
he
repairs
.
Mr.
Snagsby
is
behind
his
counter
in
his
grey
coat
and
sleeves
,
inspecting
an
Indenture
of
several
skins
which
has
just
come
in
from
the
engrosser
's
;
an
immense
desert
of
law-hand
and
parchment
,
with
here
and
there
a
resting-place
of
a
few
large
letters
,
to
break
the
awful
monotony
,
and
save
the
traveller
from
despair
.
Mr.
Snagsby
puts
up
at
one
of
these
inky
wells
,
and
greets
the
stranger
with
his
cough
of
general
preparation
for
business
.
“
You
do
n't
remember
me
,
Mr.
Snagsby
?
”
The
stationer
's
heart
begins
to
thump
heavily
,
for
his
old
apprehensions
have
never
abated
.
It
is
as
much
as
he
can
do
to
answer
,
“
No
,
sir
,
I
ca
n't
say
I
do
.
I
should
have
considered
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
that
I
never
saw
you
before
,
sir
.
”
“
Twice
before
,
”
says
Allan
Woodcourt
.
“
Once
at
a
poor
bedside
,
and
once
—
”
“
It
's
come
at
last
!
”
thinks
the
afflicted
stationer
,
as
recollection
breaks
upon
him
.
“
It
's
got
to
a
head
now
,
and
is
going
to
burst
!
”
But
,
he
has
sufficient
presence
of
mind
to
conduct
his
visitor
into
the
little
counting-house
,
and
to
shut
the
door
.
“
Are
you
a
married
man
,
sir
?
”
“
No
,
I
am
not
.
”
“
Would
you
make
the
attempt
,
though
single
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
in
a
melancholy
whisper
,
“
to
speak
as
low
as
you
can
?
For
my
little
woman
is
a
listening
somewheres
,
or
I
'll
forfeit
the
business
and
five
hundred
pound
!
”
In
deep
dejection
Mr.
Snagsby
sits
down
on
his
stool
,
with
his
back
against
his
desk
,
protesting
:
“
I
never
had
a
secret
of
my
own
,
sir
.
I
ca
n't
charge
my
memory
with
ever
having
once
attempted
to
deceive
my
little
woman
on
my
own
account
,
since
she
named
the
day
.
I
would
n't
have
done
it
,
sir
.
Not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
,
I
could
n't
have
done
it
,
I
durst
n't
have
done
it
.
Whereas
,
and
nevertheless
,
I
find
myself
wrapped
round
with
secresy
and
mystery
,
till
my
life
is
a
burden
to
me
.
”
His
visitor
professes
his
regret
to
hear
it
,
and
asks
him
does
he
remember
Jo
?
Mr.
Snagsby
answers
with
a
suppressed
groan
,
O
do
n't
he
!
“
You
could
n't
name
an
individual
human
being
—
except
myself
—
that
my
little
woman
is
more
set
and
determined
against
than
Jo
,
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
.
Allan
asks
why
?
“
Why
?
”
repeats
Mr.
Snagsby
,
in
his
desperation
clutching
at
the
clump
of
hair
at
the
back
of
his
bald
head
,
“
How
should
I
know
why
?
But
you
are
a
single
person
,
sir
,
and
may
you
long
be
spared
to
ask
a
married
person
such
a
question
!
”
With
this
beneficent
wish
,
Mr.
Snagsby
coughs
a
cough
of
dismal
resignation
,
and
submits
himself
to
hear
what
the
visitor
has
to
communicate
.
“
There
again
!
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
,
who
,
between
the
earnestness
of
his
feelings
,
and
the
suppressed
tones
of
his
voice
,
is
discolored
in
the
face
.
“
At
it
again
,
in
a
new
direction
!
A
certain
person
charges
me
,
in
the
solemnest
way
,
not
to
talk
of
Jo
to
any
one
,
even
my
little
woman
.
Then
comes
another
certain
person
,
in
the
person
of
yourself
,
and
charges
me
,
in
an
equally
solemn
way
,
not
to
mention
Jo
to
that
other
certain
person
above
all
other
persons
.
Why
,
this
is
a
private
asylum
!
Why
,
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
,
this
is
Bedlam
,
sir
!
”
says
Mr.
Snagsby
.
But
it
is
better
than
he
expected
,
after
all
;
being
no
explosion
of
the
mine
below
him
,
or
deepening
of
the
pit
into
which
he
has
fallen
.
And
being
tender-hearted
,
and
affected
by
the
account
he
hears
of
Jo
's
condition
,
he
readily
engages
to
“
look
round
,
”
as
early
in
the
evening
as
he
can
manage
it
quietly
.
He
looks
round
very
quietly
,
when
the
evening
comes
;
but
it
may
turn
out
that
Mrs.
Snagsby
is
as
quiet
a
manager
as
he
.
Jo
is
very
glad
to
see
his
old
friend
;
and
says
,
when
they
are
left
alone
,
that
he
takes
it
uncommon
kind
as
Mr.
Sangsby
should
come
so
far
out
of
his
way
on
accounts
of
sich
as
him
.
Mr.
Snagsby
,
touched
by
the
spectacle
before
him
,
immediately
lays
upon
the
table
half-a-crown
:
that
magic
balsam
of
his
for
all
kinds
of
wounds
.
“
And
how
do
you
find
yourself
,
my
poor
lad
?
”
inquires
the
stationer
,
with
his
cough
of
sympathy
.
“
I
am
in
luck
Mr.
Sangsby
,
I
am
,
”
returns
Jo
,
“
and
do
n't
want
for
nothink
.
I
'm
more
cumfbler
nor
you
ca
n't
think
.
Mr.
Sangsby
!
I
'm
wery
sorry
that
I
done
it
,
but
I
did
n't
go
fur
to
do
it
,
sir
.
”
The
stationer
softly
lays
down
another
half-crown
,
and
asks
him
what
it
is
that
he
is
sorry
for
having
done
?
“
Mr.
Sangsby
,
”
says
Jo
,
“
I
went
and
giv
a
illness
to
the
lady
as
wos
and
yit
as
war
n't
the
t'other
lady
,
and
none
of
em
never
says
nothink
to
me
for
having
done
it
,
on
accounts
of
their
being
ser
good
and
my
having
been
s
'
unfortnet
.
The
lady
come
herself
and
see
me
yesday
,
and
she
ses
,
‘Ah
Jo
!
’
she
ses
.
‘We
thought
we
'd
lost
you
,
Jo
!
’
she
ses
.
And
she
sits
down
a
smilin
so
quiet
,
and
do
n't
pass
a
word
nor
yit
a
look
upon
me
for
having
done
it
,
she
do
n't
,
and
I
turns
agin
the
wall
,
I
doos
,
Mr.
Sangsby
.
And
Mr.
Jarnders
,
I
see
him
a
forced
to
turn
away
his
own
self
.
And
Mr.
Woodcot
,
he
come
fur
to
giv
me
somethink
fur
to
ease
me
,
wot
he
's
allus
a
doin
on
day
and
night
,
and
wen
he
come
a
bendin
over
me
and
a
speakin
up
so
bold
,
I
see
his
tears
a
fallin
,
Mr.
Sangsby
.
”
The
softened
stationer
deposits
another
half-crown
on
the
table
.
Nothing
less
than
a
repetition
of
that
infallible
remedy
will
relieve
his
feelings
.
“
Wot
I
wos
a
thinkin
on
,
Mr.
Sangsby
,
”
proceeds
Jo
,
“
wos
,
as
you
wos
able
to
write
wery
large
,
p'raps
?
”
“
Yes
,
Jo
,
please
God
,
”
returns
the
stationer
.
“
Uncommon
precious
large
,
p'raps
?
”
says
Jo
,
with
eagerness
.
“
Yes
,
my
poor
boy
.
”
Jo
laughs
with
pleasure
.
“
Wot
I
wos
a
thinkin
on
then
,
Mr.
Sangsby
,
wos
,
that
wen
I
was
moved
on
as
fur
as
ever
I
could
go
and
could
n't
be
moved
no
furder
,
whether
you
might
be
so
good
p'raps
,
as
to
write
out
,
wery
large
so
that
any
one
could
see
it
anywheres
,
as
that
I
wos
wery
truly
hearty
sorry
that
I
done
it
and
that
I
never
went
fur
to
do
it
;
and
that
though
I
did
n't
know
nothink
at
all
,
I
knowd
as
Mr.
Woodcot
once
cried
over
it
and
wos
allus
grieved
over
it
,
and
that
I
hoped
as
he
'd
be
able
to
forgiv
me
in
his
mind
.
If
the
writin
could
be
made
to
say
it
wery
large
,
he
might
.
”
“
It
shall
say
it
,
Jo
.
Very
large
.
”
Jo
laughs
again
.
“
Thankee
,
Mr.
Sangsby
.
Its
wery
kind
of
you
,
sir
,
and
it
makes
me
more
cumfbler
nor
I
was
afore
.
”
The
meek
little
stationer
,
with
a
broken
and
unfinished
cough
,
slips
down
his
fourth
halfcrown
—
he
has
never
been
so
close
to
a
case
requiring
so
many
—
and
is
fain
to
depart
.
And
Jo
and
he
,
upon
this
little
earth
,
shall
meet
no
more
.
No
more
.
For
the
cart
so
hard
to
draw
,
is
near
its
journey
's
end
,
and
drags
over
stony
ground
.
All
round
the
clock
,
it
labours
up
the
broken
steeps
,
shattered
and
worn
.
Not
many
times
can
the
sun
rise
,
and
behold
it
still
upon
its
weary
road
.
Phil
Squod
,
with
his
smoky
gunpowder
visage
,
at
once
acts
as
nurse
and
works
as
armourer
at
his
little
table
in
a
corner
;
often
looking
round
,
and
saying
with
a
nod
of
his
green
baize
cap
,
and
an
encouraging
elevation
of
his
one
eyebrow
,
“
Hold
up
,
my
boy
!
Hold
up
!
”
There
,
too
,
is
Mr.
Jarndyce
many
a
time
,
and
Allan
Woodcourt
almost
always
;
both
thinking
,
much
,
how
strangely
Fate
has
entangled
this
rough
outcast
in
the
web
of
very
different
lives
.
There
too
,
the
trooper
is
a
frequent
visitor
;
filling
the
doorway
with
his
athletic
figure
,
and
,
from
his
superfluity
of
life
and
strength
,
seeming
to
shed
down
temporary
vigor
upon
Jo
,
who
never
fails
to
speak
more
robustly
in
answer
to
his
cheerful
words
.
Jo
is
in
a
sleep
or
in
a
stupor
to-day
,
and
Allan
Woodcourt
,
newly
arrived
,
stands
by
him
,
looking
down
upon
his
wasted
form
.
After
a
while
,
he
softly
seats
himself
upon
the
bedside
with
his
face
towards
him
—
just
as
he
sat
in
the
law-writer
's
room
—
and
touches
his
chest
and
heart
.
The
cart
had
very
nearly
given
up
,
but
labors
on
a
little
more
.
The
trooper
stands
in
the
doorway
,
still
and
silent
.
Phil
has
stopped
in
a
low
clinking
noise
,
with
his
little
hammer
in
his
hand
,
Mr.
Woodcourt
looks
round
with
that
grave
professional
interest
and
attention
on
his
face
,
and
,
glancing
significantly
at
the
trooper
,
signs
to
Phil
to
carry
his
table
out
.
When
the
little
hammer
is
next
used
,
there
will
be
a
speck
of
rust
upon
it
.
“
Well
,
Jo
!
What
is
the
matter
?
Do
n't
be
frightened
.
”
“
I
thought
,
”
says
Jo
,
who
has
started
,
and
is
looking
round
,
“
I
thought
I
was
in
Tom-all-Alone
's
agin
.
A
n't
there
nobody
here
but
you
,
Mr.
Woodcot
?
”
“
Nobody
.
”
“
And
I
a
n't
took
back
to
Tom-all-Alone
's
.
Am
I
,
sir
?
”
“
No.
”
Jo
closes
his
eyes
,
muttering
,
“
I
'm
wery
thankful
.
”
After
watching
him
closely
a
little
while
,
Allan
puts
his
mouth
very
near
his
ear
,
and
says
to
him
in
a
low
,
distinct
voice
:
“
Jo
!
Did
you
ever
know
a
prayer
?
”
“
Never
know
'd
nothink
,
sir
.
”
“
Not
so
much
as
one
short
prayer
?
”
“
No
,
sir
.
Nothink
at
all
.
Mr.
Chadbands
he
wos
a
prayin
wunst
at
Mr.
Sangsby
's
and
I
heerd
him
,
but
he
sounded
as
if
he
wos
a
speakin
'
to
his-self
,
and
not
to
me
.
He
prayed
a
lot
,
but
I
could
n't
make
out
nothink
on
it
.
Different
times
,
there
wos
other
genlmen
come
down
Tom-all-Alone
's
a
prayin
,
but
they
all
mostly
sed
as
the
t'other
wuns
prayed
wrong
,
and
all
mostly
sounded
to
be
a
talking
to
theirselves
,
or
a
passing
blame
on
the
t'others
,
and
not
a
talkin
to
us
.
We
never
knowd
nothink
.
I
never
knowd
what
it
wos
all
about
.
”
It
takes
him
a
long
time
to
say
this
;
and
few
but
an
experienced
and
attentive
listener
could
hear
,
or
,
hearing
,
understand
him
.
After
a
short
relapse
into
sleep
or
stupor
,
he
makes
,
of
a
sudden
,
a
strong
effort
to
get
out
of
bed
.
“
Stay
,
Jo
!
What
now
?
”
“
It
's
time
for
me
to
go
to
that
there
berryin
ground
,
sir
,
”
he
returns
with
a
wild
look
.
“
Lie
down
,
and
tell
me
.
What
burying
ground
,
Jo
?
”
“
Where
they
laid
him
as
wos
wery
good
to
me
,
wery
good
to
me
indeed
,
he
wos
.
It
's
time
fur
me
to
go
down
to
that
there
berryin
ground
,
sir
,
and
ask
to
be
put
along
with
him
.
I
wants
to
go
there
and
be
berried
.
He
used
fur
to
say
to
me
,
‘I
am
as
poor
as
you
to-day
,
Jo
,
’
he
ses
.
I
wants
to
tell
him
that
I
am
as
poor
as
him
now
,
and
have
come
there
to
be
laid
along
with
him
.
”
“
Bye
and
bye
,
Jo
.
Bye
and
bye
.
”
“
Ah
!
P'raps
they
would
n't
do
it
if
I
wos
to
go
myself
.
But
will
you
promise
to
have
me
took
there
,
sir
,
and
laid
along
with
him
?
”
“
I
will
,
indeed
.
”
“
Thankee
,
sir
.
Thankee
,
sir
!
They
'll
have
to
get
the
key
of
the
gate
afore
they
can
take
me
in
,
for
it
's
allus
locked
.
And
there
's
a
step
there
,
as
I
used
fur
to
clean
with
my
broom
.
—
It
's
turned
wery
dark
,
sir
.
Is
there
any
light
a
comin
?
”
“
It
is
coming
fast
,
Jo
.
”
Fast
.
The
cart
is
shaken
all
to
pieces
,
and
the
rugged
road
is
very
near
its
end
.
“
Jo
,
my
poor
fellow
!
”
“
I
hear
you
,
sir
,
in
the
dark
,
but
I
'm
a
gropin
—
a
gropin
—
let
me
catch
hold
of
your
hand
.
”
“
Jo
,
can
you
say
what
I
say
?
”
“
I
'll
say
anythink
as
you
say
,
sir
,
for
I
knows
it
's
good
.
”
“
OUR
FATHER
.
”
“
Our
Father
!
—
yes
,
that
's
wery
good
,
sir
.
”
“
WHICH
ART
IN
HEAVEN
.
”
“
Art
in
Heaven
—
is
the
light
a
comin
,
sir
?
”
“
It
is
close
at
hand
.
HALLOWED
BE
THY
NAME
!
”
“
Hallowed
be
—
thy
—
”
The
light
is
come
upon
the
dark
benighted
way
.
Dead
!
Dead
,
your
Majesty
.
Dead
,
my
lords
and
gentlemen
.
Dead
,
Right
Reverends
and
Wrong
Reverends
of
every
order
.
Dead
,
men
and
women
,
born
with
Heavenly
compassion
in
your
hearts
.
And
dying
thus
around
us
,
every
day
.
CHAPTER
XLVIII
.
CLOSING
IN
.
THE
place
in
Lincolnshire
has
shut
its
many
eyes
again
,
and
the
house
in
town
is
awake
.
In
Lincolnshire
,
the
Dedlocks
of
the
past
doze
in
their
picture-frames
,
and
the
low
wind
murmurs
through
the
long
drawingroom
as
if
they
were
breathing
pretty
regularly
.
In
town
,
the
Dedlocks
of
the
present
rattle
in
their
fire-eyed
carriages
through
the
darkness
of
the
night
,
and
the
Dedlock
Mercuries
with
ashes
(
or
hair-powder
)
on
their
heads
,
symptomatic
of
their
great
humility
,
loll
away
the
drowsy
mornings
in
the
little
windows
of
the
hall
.
The
fashionable
world
—
tremendous
orb
,
nearly
five
miles
round
—
is
in
full
swing
,
and
the
solar
system
works
respectfully
at
its
appointed
distances
.
Where
the
throng
is
thickest
,
where
the
lights
are
brightest
,
where
all
the
senses
are
ministered
to
with
the
greatest
delicacy
and
refinement
,
Lady
Dedlock
is
.
From
the
shining
heights
she
has
scaled
and
taken
,
she
is
never
absent
.
Though
the
belief
she
of
old
reposed
in
herself
,
as
one
able
to
reserve
whatsoever
she
would
under
her
mantle
of
pride
,
is
beaten
down
;
though
she
has
no
assurance
that
what
she
is
to
those
around
her
,
she
will
remain
another
day
;
it
is
not
in
her
nature
,
when
envious
eyes
are
looking
on
,
to
yield
or
to
droop
.
They
say
of
her
,
that
she
has
lately
grown
more
handsome
and
more
haughty
.
The
debilitated
cousin
says
of
her
that
she
's
beauty
nough
—
tsetup
Shopofwomen
—
but
rather
larming
kind
—
remindingmanfact
—
inconvenient
woman
—
who
will
getoutofbedandbawthstablishment
—
Shakspeare
.
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
says
nothing
,
looks
nothing
.
Now
,
as
heretofore
,
he
is
to
be
found
in
doorways
of
rooms
,
with
his
limp
white
cravat
loosely
twisted
into
its
old-fashioned
tie
,
receiving
patronage
from
the
Peerage
and
making
no
sign
.
Of
all
men
he
is
still
the
last
who
might
be
supposed
to
have
any
influence
upon
my
Lady
.
Of
all
women
she
is
still
the
last
who
might
be
supposed
to
have
any
dread
of
him
.
One
thing
has
been
much
on
her
mind
since
their
late
interview
in
his
turret-room
at
Chesney
Wold
.
She
is
now
decided
,
and
prepared
to
throw
it
off
.
It
is
morning
in
the
great
world
;
afternoon
according
to
the
little
sun
.
The
Mercuries
,
exhausted
by
looking
out
of
window
,
are
reposing
in
the
hall
;
and
hang
their
heavy
heads
,
the
gorgeous
creatures
,
like
overblown
sun-flowers
.
Like
them
too
,
they
seem
to
run
to
a
deal
of
seed
in
their
tags
and
trimmings
.
Sir
Leicester
,
in
the
library
,
has
fallen
asleep
for
the
good
of
the
country
,
over
the
report
of
a
Parliamentary
committee
.
My
Lady
sits
in
the
room
in
which
she
gave
audience
to
the
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
.
Rosa
is
with
her
,
and
has
been
writing
for
her
and
reading
to
her
.
Rosa
is
now
at
work
upon
embroidery
,
or
some
such
pretty
thing
;
and
as
she
bends
her
head
over
it
,
my
Lady
watches
her
in
silence
.
Not
for
the
first
time
to-day
.
“
Rosa
.
”
The
pretty
village
face
looks
brightly
up
.
Then
,
seeing
how
serious
my
Lady
is
,
looks
puzzled
and
surprised
.
“
See
to
the
door
.
Is
it
shut
?
”
Yes
.
She
goes
to
it
and
returns
,
and
looks
yet
more
surprised
.
“
I
am
about
to
place
confidence
in
you
,
child
,
for
I
know
I
may
trust
your
attachment
,
if
not
your
judgment
.
In
what
I
am
going
to
do
,
I
will
not
disguise
myself
to
you
at
least
.
But
I
confide
in
you
.
Say
nothing
to
any
one
of
what
passes
between
us
.
”
The
timid
little
beauty
promises
in
all
earnestness
to
be
trustworthy
.
“
Do
you
know
,
”
Lady
Dedlock
asks
her
,
signing
to
her
to
bring
her
chair
nearer
;
“
do
you
know
,
Rosa
,
that
I
am
different
to
you
from
what
I
am
to
any
one
?
”
“
Yes
,
my
Lady
.
Much
kinder
.
But
then
I
often
think
I
know
you
as
you
really
are
.
”
“
You
often
think
you
know
me
as
I
really
am
?
Poor
child
,
poor
child
!
”
She
says
it
with
a
kind
of
scorn
—
though
not
of
Rosa
—
and
sits
brooding
,
looking
dreamily
at
her
.
“
Do
you
think
,
Rosa
,
you
are
any
relief
or
comfort
to
me
?
Do
you
suppose
your
being
young
and
natural
,
and
fond
of
me
and
grateful
to
me
,
makes
it
any
pleasure
to
me
to
have
you
near
me
?
”
“
I
do
n't
know
,
my
Lady
;
I
can
scarcely
hope
so
.
But
,
with
all
my
heart
,
I
wish
it
was
so
.
”
“
It
is
so
,
little
one
.
”
The
pretty
face
is
checked
in
its
flush
of
pleasure
,
by
the
dark
expression
on
the
handsome
face
before
it
.
It
looks
timidly
for
an
explanation
.
“
And
if
I
were
to
say
to-day
,
Go
!
Leave
me
!
I
should
say
what
would
give
me
great
pain
and
disquiet
,
child
,
and
what
would
leave
me
very
solitary
.
”
“
My
Lady
!
Have
I
offended
you
?
”
“
In
nothing
.
Come
here
.
”
Rosa
bends
down
on
the
footstool
at
my
Lady
's
feet
.
My
Lady
,
with
that
motherly
touch
of
the
famous
Ironmaster
night
,
lays
her
hand
upon
her
dark
hair
,
and
gently
keeps
it
there
.
“
I
told
you
,
Rosa
,
that
I
wished
you
to
be
happy
,
and
that
I
would
make
you
so
if
I
could
make
anybody
happy
on
this
earth
.
I
can
not
.
There
are
reasons
now
known
to
me
,
reasons
in
which
you
have
no
part
,
rendering
it
far
better
for
you
that
you
should
not
remain
here
.
You
must
not
remain
here
.
I
have
determined
that
you
shall
not
.
I
have
written
to
the
father
of
your
lover
,
and
he
will
be
here
to-day
.
All
this
I
have
done
for
your
sake
.
”
The
weeping
girl
covers
her
hand
with
kisses
,
and
says
what
shall
she
do
,
what
shall
she
do
,
when
they
are
separated
!
Her
mistress
kisses
her
on
the
cheek
,
and
makes
no
other
answer
.
“
Now
,
be
happy
,
child
,
under
better
circumstances
.
Be
beloved
,
and
happy
!
”
“
Ah
,
my
Lady
,
I
have
sometimes
thought
—
forgive
my
being
so
free
—
that
you
are
not
happy
.
”
“
I
!
”
“
Will
you
be
more
so
,
when
you
have
sent
me
away
?
Pray
,
pray
,
think
again
.
Let
me
stay
a
little
while
!
”
“
I
have
said
,
my
child
,
that
what
I
do
,
I
do
for
your
sake
,
not
my
own
.
It
is
done
.
What
I
am
towards
you
,
Rosa
,
is
what
I
am
now
—
not
what
I
shall
be
a
little
while
hence
.
Remember
this
,
and
keep
my
confidence
.
Do
so
much
for
my
sake
,
and
thus
all
ends
between
us
!
”
She
detaches
herself
from
her
simple-hearted
companion
,
and
leaves
the
room
.
Late
in
the
afternoon
,
when
she
next
appears
upon
the
staircase
,
she
is
in
her
haughtiest
and
coldest
state
.
As
indifferent
as
if
all
passion
,
feeling
,
and
interest
,
had
been
worn
out
in
the
earlier
ages
of
the
world
,
and
had
perished
from
its
surface
with
its
other
departed
monsters
.
Mercury
has
announced
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
which
is
the
cause
of
her
appearance
.
Mr.
Rouncewell
is
not
in
the
library
;
but
she
repairs
to
the
library
.
Sir
Leicester
is
there
,
and
she
wishes
to
speak
to
him
first
.
“
Sir
Leicester
,
I
am
desirous
—
but
you
are
engaged
.
”
O
dear
no
!
Not
at
all
.
Only
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
.
Always
at
hand
.
Haunting
every
place
.
No
relief
or
security
from
him
for
a
moment
.
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
Will
you
allow
me
to
retire
?
”
With
a
look
that
plainly
says
,
“
You
know
you
have
the
power
to
remain
if
you
will
,
”
she
tells
him
it
is
not
necessary
,
and
moves
towards
a
chair
.
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
brings
it
a
little
forward
for
her
with
his
clumsy
bow
,
and
retires
into
a
window
opposite
.
Interposed
between
her
and
the
fading
light
of
day
in
the
now
quiet
street
,
his
shadow
falls
upon
her
,
and
he
darkens
all
before
her
.
Even
so
does
he
darken
her
life
.
It
is
a
dull
street
,
under
the
best
conditions
;
where
the
two
long
rows
of
houses
stare
at
each
other
with
that
severity
;
that
half
a
dozen
of
its
greatest
mansions
seem
to
have
been
slowly
stared
into
stone
,
rather
than
originally
built
in
that
material
.
It
is
a
street
of
such
dismal
grandeur
,
so
determined
not
to
condescend
to
liveliness
,
that
the
doors
and
windows
hold
a
gloomy
state
of
their
own
in
black
paint
and
dust
,
and
the
echoing
mews
behind
have
a
dry
and
massive
appearance
,
as
if
they
were
reserved
to
stable
the
stone
chargers
of
noble
statues
.
Complicated
garnish
of
iron-work
entwines
itself
over
the
flights
of
steps
in
this
awful
street
;
and
,
from
these
petrified
bowers
,
extinguishers
for
obsolete
flambeaux
gasp
at
the
upstart
gas
.
Here
and
there
a
weak
little
iron
hoop
,
through
which
bold
boys
aspire
to
throw
their
friends
'
caps
(
its
only
present
use
)
,
retains
its
place
among
the
rusty
foliage
,
sacred
to
the
memory
of
departed
oil
.
Nay
,
even
oil
itself
,
yet
lingering
at
long
intervals
in
a
little
absurd
glass
pot
,
with
a
knob
in
the
bottom
like
an
oyster
,
blinks
and
sulks
at
newer
lights
every
night
,
like
its
high
and
dry
master
in
the
House
of
Lords
.
Therefore
there
is
not
much
that
Lady
Dedlock
,
seated
in
her
chair
,
could
wish
to
see
through
the
window
in
which
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
stands
.
And
yet
—
and
yet
—
she
sends
a
look
in
that
direction
,
as
if
it
were
her
heart
's
desire
to
have
that
figure
removed
out
of
the
way
.
Sir
Leicester
begs
his
Lady
's
pardon
.
She
was
about
to
say
?
“
Only
that
Mr.
Rouncewell
is
here
(
he
has
called
by
my
appointment
)
,
and
that
we
had
better
make
an
end
of
the
question
of
that
girl
.
I
am
tired
to
death
of
the
matter
.
”
“
What
can
I
do
—
to
—
assist
?
”
demands
Sir
Leicester
,
in
some
considerable
doubt
.
“
Let
us
see
him
here
,
and
have
done
with
it
.
Will
you
tell
them
to
send
him
up
?
”
“
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
be
so
good
as
to
ring
.
Thank
you
.
Request
,
”
says
Sir
Leicester
,
to
Mercury
,
not
immediately
remembering
the
business
term
,
“
request
the
iron
gentleman
to
walk
this
way
.
”
Mercury
departs
in
search
of
the
iron
gentleman
,
finds
,
and
produces
him
.
Sir
Leicester
receives
that
ferruginous
person
,
graciously
.
“
I
hope
you
are
well
,
Mr.
Rouncewell
.
Be
seated
.
(
My
solicitor
,
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
)
.
My
Lady
was
desirous
,
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
”
Sir
Leicester
skilfully
transfers
him
with
a
solemn
wave
of
his
hand
,
“
was
desirous
to
speak
with
you
.
Hem
!
”
“
I
shall
be
very
happy
,
”
returns
the
iron
gentleman
,
“
to
give
my
best
attention
to
anything
Lady
Dedlock
does
me
the
honor
to
say
.
”
As
he
turns
towards
her
,
he
finds
that
the
impression
she
makes
upon
him
is
less
agreeable
than
on
the
former
occasion
.
A
distant
supercilious
air
makes
a
cold
atmosphere
about
her
;
and
there
is
nothing
in
her
bearing
,
as
there
was
before
,
to
encourage
openness
.
“
Pray
,
sir
,
”
says
Lady
Dedlock
,
listlessly
,
“
may
I
be
allowed
to
inquire
whether
anything
has
passed
between
you
and
your
son
,
respecting
your
son
's
fancy
?
”
It
is
almost
too
troublesome
to
her
languid
eyes
to
bestow
a
look
upon
him
,
as
she
asks
this
question
.
“
If
my
memory
serves
me
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
I
said
,
when
I
had
the
pleasure
of
seeing
you
before
,
that
I
should
seriously
advise
my
son
to
conquer
that
—
fancy
.
”
The
ironmaster
repeats
her
expression
with
a
little
emphasis
.
“
And
did
you
?
”
“
O
!
of
course
I
did
.
”
Sir
Leicester
gives
a
nod
,
approving
and
confirmatory
.
Very
proper
.
The
iron
gentleman
having
said
that
he
would
do
it
,
was
bound
to
do
it
.
No
difference
in
this
respect
between
the
base
metals
and
the
precious
.
Highly
proper
.
“
And
pray
has
he
done
so
?
”
“
Really
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
I
cannot
make
you
a
definite
reply
.
I
fear
not
.
Probably
not
yet
.
In
our
condition
of
life
,
we
sometimes
couple
an
intention
with
our
—
our
fancies
,
which
renders
them
not
altogether
easy
to
throw
off
.
I
think
it
is
rather
our
way
to
be
in
earnest
.
”
Sir
Leicester
has
a
misgiving
that
there
may
be
a
hidden
Wat
Tylerish
meaning
in
this
expression
,
and
fumes
a
little
.
Mr.
Rouncewell
is
perfectly
good-humoured
and
polite
;
but
,
within
such
limits
,
evidently
adapts
his
tone
to
his
reception
.
“
Because
,
”
proceeds
my
Lady
,
“
I
have
been
thinking
of
the
subject
—
which
is
tiresome
to
me
.
”
“
I
am
very
sorry
,
I
am
sure
.
”
“
And
also
of
what
Sir
Leicester
said
upon
it
,
in
which
I
quite
concur
;
”
Sir
Leicester
flattered
;
“
and
if
you
cannot
give
us
the
assurance
that
this
fancy
is
at
an
end
,
I
have
come
to
the
conclusion
that
the
girl
had
better
leave
me
.
”
“
I
can
give
no
such
assurance
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
Nothing
of
the
kind
.
”
“
Then
she
had
better
go
.
”
“
Excuse
me
,
my
Lady
,
”
Sir
Leicester
considerately
interposes
,
“
but
perhaps
this
may
be
doing
an
injury
to
the
young
woman
,
which
she
has
not
merited
.
Here
is
a
young
woman
,
”
says
Sir
Leicester
,
magnificently
laying
out
the
matter
with
his
right
hand
,
like
a
service
of
plate
,
“
whose
good
fortune
it
is
to
have
attracted
the
notice
and
favor
of
an
eminent
lady
,
and
to
live
,
under
the
protection
of
that
eminent
lady
,
surrounded
by
the
various
advantages
which
such
a
position
confers
,
and
which
are
unquestionably
very
great
—
I
believe
unquestionably
very
great
,
sir
—
for
a
young
woman
in
that
station
of
life
.
The
question
then
arises
,
should
that
young
woman
be
deprived
of
these
many
advantages
and
that
good
fortune
,
simply
because
she
has
;
”
Sir
Leicester
,
with
an
apologetic
but
dignified
inclination
of
his
head
towards
the
ironmaster
,
winds
up
his
sentence
;
“
has
attracted
the
notice
of
Mr.
Rouncewell
's
son
?
Now
,
has
she
deserved
this
punishment
?
Is
this
just
towards
her
?
Is
this
our
previous
understanding
?
”
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
”
interposes
Mr.
Rouncewell
's
son
's
father
.
“
Sir
Leicester
,
will
you
allow
me
?
I
think
I
may
shorten
the
subject
.
Pray
dismiss
that
from
your
consideration
.
If
you
remembered
anything
so
unimportant
—
which
is
not
to
be
expected
—
you
would
recollect
that
my
first
thought
in
the
affair
was
directly
opposed
to
her
remaining
here
.
”
Dismiss
the
Dedlock
patronage
from
consideration
?
O
!
Sir
Leicester
is
bound
to
believe
a
pair
of
ears
that
have
been
handed
down
to
him
through
such
a
family
,
or
he
really
might
have
mistrusted
their
report
of
the
iron
gentleman
's
observations
.
“
It
is
not
necessary
,
”
observes
my
Lady
,
in
her
coldest
manner
,
before
he
can
do
anything
but
breathe
amazedly
,
“
to
enter
into
these
matters
on
either
side
.
The
girl
is
a
very
good
girl
;
I
have
nothing
whatever
to
say
against
her
;
but
she
is
so
far
insensible
to
her
many
advantages
and
her
good
fortune
,
that
she
is
in
love
—
or
supposes
she
is
,
poor
little
fool
—
and
unable
to
appreciate
them
.
”
Sir
Leicester
begs
to
observe
,
that
wholly
alters
the
case
.
He
might
have
been
sure
that
my
Lady
had
the
best
grounds
and
reasons
in
support
of
her
view
.
He
entirely
agrees
with
my
Lady
.
The
young
woman
had
better
go
.
“
As
Sir
Leicester
observed
,
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
on
the
last
occasion
when
we
were
fatigued
by
this
business
,
”
Lady
Dedlock
languidly
proceeds
,
“
we
cannot
make
conditions
with
you
.
Without
conditions
,
and
under
present
circumstances
,
the
girl
is
quite
misplaced
here
,
and
had
better
go
.
I
have
told
her
so
.
Would
you
wish
to
have
her
sent
back
to
the
village
,
or
would
you
like
to
take
her
with
you
,
or
what
would
you
prefer
?
”
“
Lady
Dedlock
,
if
I
may
speak
plainly
—
”
“
By
all
means
.
”
“
—
I
should
prefer
the
course
which
will
the
soonest
relieve
you
of
the
incumbrance
,
and
remove
her
from
her
present
position
.
”
“
And
to
speak
as
plainly
,
”
she
returns
,
with
the
same
studied
carelessness
,
“
so
should
I
.
Do
I
understand
that
you
will
take
her
with
you
?
”
The
iron
gentleman
makes
an
iron
bow
.
“
Sir
Leicester
,
will
you
ring
?
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
steps
forward
from
his
window
and
pulls
the
bell
.
“
I
had
forgotten
you
.
Thank
you
.
”
He
makes
his
usual
bow
,
and
goes
quietly
back
again
.
Mercury
,
swift-responsive
,
appears
,
receives
instructions
whom
to
produce
,
skims
away
,
produces
the
aforesaid
,
and
departs
.
Rosa
has
been
crying
,
and
is
yet
in
distress
.
On
her
coming
in
,
the
ironmaster
leaves
his
chair
,
takes
her
arm
in
his
,
and
remains
with
her
near
the
door
ready
to
depart
.
“
You
are
taken
charge
of
,
you
see
,
”
says
my
Lady
,
in
her
weary
manner
,
“
and
are
going
away
,
well
protected
.
I
have
mentioned
that
you
are
a
very
good
girl
,
and
you
have
nothing
to
cry
for
.
“
She
seems
after
all
,
”
observes
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
loitering
a
little
forward
with
his
hands
behind
him
,
“
as
if
she
were
crying
at
going
away
.
”
“
Why
,
she
is
not
well-bred
,
you
see
,
”
returns
Mr.
Rouncewell
with
some
quickness
in
his
manner
,
as
if
he
were
glad
to
have
the
lawyer
to
retort
upon
;
“
and
she
is
an
inexperienced
little
thing
,
and
knows
no
better
.
If
she
had
remained
here
,
sir
,
she
would
have
improved
,
no
doubt
.
”
“
No
doubt
,
”
is
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
's
composed
reply
.
Rosa
sobs
out
that
she
is
very
sorry
to
leave
my
Lady
,
and
that
she
was
happy
at
Chesney
Wold
,
and
has
been
happy
with
my
Lady
,
and
that
she
thanks
my
Lady
over
and
over
again
.
“
Out
,
you
silly
little
puss
!
”
says
the
ironmaster
,
checking
her
in
a
low
voice
,
though
not
angrily
;
“
have
a
spirit
,
if
you
're
fond
of
Wat
!
”
My
Lady
merely
waves
her
off
with
indifference
,
saying
,
“
There
,
there
,
child
!
You
are
a
good
girl
.
Go
way
!
”
Sir
Leicester
has
magnificently
disengaged
himself
from
the
subject
,
and
retired
into
the
sanctuary
of
his
blue
coat
.
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
an
indistinct
form
against
the
dark
street
now
dotted
with
lamps
,
looms
in
my
Lady
's
view
,
bigger
and
blacker
than
before
.
“
Sir
Leicester
and
Lady
Dedlock
,
”
says
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
after
a
pause
of
a
few
moments
,
“
I
beg
to
take
my
leave
,
with
an
apology
for
having
again
troubled
you
,
though
not
of
my
own
act
,
on
this
tiresome
subject
.
I
can
very
well
understand
,
I
assure
you
,
how
tiresome
so
small
a
matter
must
have
become
to
Lady
Dedlock
.
If
I
am
doubtful
of
my
dealing
with
it
,
it
is
only
because
I
did
not
at
first
quietly
exert
my
influence
to
take
my
young
friend
here
away
,
without
troubling
you
at
all
.
But
it
appeared
to
me
—
I
dare
say
magnifying
the
importance
of
the
thing
—
that
it
was
respectful
to
explain
to
you
how
the
matter
stood
,
and
candid
to
consult
your
wishes
and
convenience
.
I
hope
you
will
excuse
my
want
of
acquaintance
with
the
polite
world
.
”
Sir
Leicester
considers
himself
evoked
out
of
the
sanctuary
by
these
remarks
.
“
Mr.
Rouncewell
,
”
he
returns
,
“
do
not
mention
it
.
Justifications
are
unnecessary
,
I
hope
,
on
either
side
.
“
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
,
Sir
Leicester
;
and
if
I
may
,
by
way
of
a
last
word
,
revert
to
what
I
said
before
of
my
mother
's
long
connexion
with
the
family
,
and
the
worth
it
bespeaks
on
both
sides
,
I
would
point
out
this
little
instance
here
on
my
arm
,
who
shows
herself
so
affectionate
and
faithful
in
parting
,
and
in
whom
my
mother
,
I
dare
say
,
has
done
something
to
awaken
such
feelings
—
though
of
course
Lady
Dedlock
,
by
her
heartfelt
interest
and
her
genial
condescension
,
has
done
much
more
.
”
If
he
mean
this
ironically
,
it
may
be
truer
than
he
thinks
.
He
points
it
,
however
,
by
no
deviation
from
his
straightforward
manner
of
speech
,
though
in
saying
it
he
turns
towards
that
part
of
the
dim
room
where
my
Lady
sits
.
Sir
Leicester
stands
to
return
his
parting
salutation
,
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
again
rings
,
Mercury
takes
another
flight
,
and
Mr.
Rouncewell
and
Rosa
leave
the
house
.
Then
lights
are
brought
in
,
discovering
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
still
standing
in
his
window
with
his
hands
behind
him
,
and
my
Lady
still
sitting
with
his
figure
before
her
,
closing
up
her
view
of
the
night
as
well
as
of
the
day
.
She
is
very
pale
.
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
observing
it
as
she
rises
to
retire
,
thinks
,
“
Well
she
may
be
!
The
power
of
this
woman
is
astonishing
.
She
has
been
acting
a
part
the
whole
time
.
”
But
he
can
act
a
part
too
—
his
one
unchanging
character
—
and
as
he
holds
the
door
open
for
this
woman
,
fifty
pairs
of
eyes
,
each
fifty
times
sharper
than
Sir
Leicester
's
pair
,
should
find
no
flaw
in
him
.
Lady
Dedlock
dines
alone
in
her
own
room
to-day
.
Sir
Leicester
is
whipped
in
to
the
rescue
of
the
Doodle
Party
,
and
the
discomfiture
of
the
Coodle
Faction
.
Lady
Dedlock
asks
,
on
sitting
down
to
dinner
,
still
deadly
pale
,
(
and
quite
an
illustration
of
the
debilitated
cousin
's
text
)
,
whether
he
is
gone
out
?
Yes
.
Whether
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
is
gone
yet
?
No.
Presently
she
asks
again
,
is
he
gone
yet
?
No.
What
is
he
doing
?
Mercury
thinks
he
is
writing
letters
in
the
library
.
Would
my
Lady
wish
to
see
him
?
Anything
but
that
.
But
he
wishes
to
see
my
Lady
.
Within
a
few
more
minutes
,
he
is
reported
as
sending
his
respects
,
and
could
my
Lady
please
to
receive
him
for
a
word
or
two
after
her
dinner
?
My
Lady
will
receive
him
now
.
He
comes
now
,
apologising
for
intruding
,
even
by
her
permission
,
while
she
is
at
table
.
When
they
are
alone
,
my
Lady
waves
her
hand
to
dispense
with
such
mockeries
.
“
What
do
you
want
,
sir
?
”
“
Why
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
”
says
the
lawyer
,
taking
a
chair
at
a
little
distance
from
her
,
and
slowly
rubbing
his
rusty
legs
up
and
down
,
up
and
down
,
up
and
down
;
“
I
am
rather
surprised
by
the
course
you
have
taken
.
”
“
Indeed
?
”
“
Yes
,
decidedly
.
I
was
not
prepared
for
it
.
I
consider
it
a
departure
from
our
agreement
and
your
promise
.
It
puts
us
in
a
new
position
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
I
feel
myself
under
the
necessity
of
saying
that
I
do
n't
approve
of
it
.
”
He
stops
in
his
rubbing
,
and
looks
at
her
,
with
his
hands
on
his
knees
.
Imperturbable
and
unchangeable
as
he
is
,
there
is
still
an
indefinable
freedom
in
his
manner
,
which
is
new
,
and
which
does
not
escape
this
woman
's
observation
.
“
I
do
not
quite
understand
you
.
”
“
O
yes
you
do
,
I
think
.
I
think
you
do
.
Come
,
come
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
we
must
not
fence
and
parry
now
.
You
know
you
like
this
girl
.
”
“
Well
,
sir
?
”
“
And
you
know
—
and
I
know
—
that
you
have
not
sent
her
away
for
the
reasons
you
have
assigned
,
but
for
the
purpose
of
separating
her
as
much
as
possible
from
—
excuse
my
mentioning
it
as
a
matter
of
business
—
any
reproach
and
exposure
that
impend
over
yourself
.
”
“
Well
,
sir
?
”
“
Well
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
”
returns
the
lawyer
,
crossing
his
legs
and
nursing
the
uppermost
knee
,
“
I
object
to
that
.
I
consider
that
,
a
dangerous
proceeding
.
I
know
it
to
be
unnecessary
,
and
calculated
to
awaken
speculation
,
doubt
,
rumour
,
I
do
n't
know
what
,
in
the
house
.
Besides
,
it
is
a
violation
of
our
agreement
.
You
were
to
be
exactly
what
you
were
before
.
Whereas
,
it
must
be
evident
to
yourself
,
as
it
is
to
me
,
that
you
have
been
this
evening
very
different
from
what
you
were
before
.
Why
,
bless
my
soul
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
transparently
so
!
”
“
If
,
sir
,
”
she
begins
,
“
in
my
knowledge
of
my
secret
—
”
But
he
interrupts
her
.
“
Now
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
this
is
a
matter
of
business
,
and
in
a
matter
of
business
the
ground
cannot
be
kept
too
clear
.
It
is
no
longer
your
secret
.
Excuse
me
.
That
is
just
the
mistake
.
It
is
my
secret
,
in
trust
for
Sir
Leicester
and
the
family
.
If
it
were
your
secret
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
we
should
not
be
here
,
holding
this
conversation
.
”
“
That
is
very
true
.
If
,
in
my
knowledge
of
the
secret
,
I
do
what
I
can
to
spare
an
innocent
girl
(
especially
,
remembering
your
own
reference
to
her
when
you
told
my
story
to
the
assembled
guests
at
Chesney
Wold
)
from
the
taint
of
my
impending
shame
,
I
act
upon
a
resolution
I
have
taken
.
Nothing
in
the
world
,
and
no
one
in
the
world
,
could
shake
it
,
or
could
move
me
.
”
This
she
says
with
great
deliberation
and
distinctness
,
and
with
no
more
outward
passion
than
himself
.
As
for
him
,
he
methodically
discusses
his
matter
of
business
,
as
if
she
were
any
insensible
instrument
used
in
business
.
“
Really
?
Then
you
see
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
”
he
returns
,
“
you
are
not
to
be
trusted
.
You
have
put
the
case
in
a
perfectly
plain
way
,
and
according
to
the
literal
fact
;
and
,
that
being
the
case
,
you
are
not
to
be
trusted
.
”
“
Perhaps
you
may
remember
that
I
expressed
some
anxiety
on
this
same
point
,
when
we
spoke
at
night
at
Chesney
Wold
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
says
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
coolly
getting
up
and
standing
on
the
hearth
.
“
Yes
.
I
recollect
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
that
you
certainly
referred
to
the
girl
;
but
that
was
before
we
came
to
our
arrangement
,
and
both
the
letter
and
the
spirit
of
our
arrangement
altogether
precluded
any
action
on
your
part
,
founded
upon
my
discovery
.
There
can
be
no
doubt
about
that
.
As
to
sparing
the
girl
,
of
what
importance
or
value
is
she
?
Spare
!
Lady
Dedlock
,
here
is
a
family
name
compromised
.
One
might
have
supposed
that
the
course
was
straight
on
—
over
everything
,
neither
to
the
right
nor
to
the
left
,
regardless
of
all
considerations
in
the
way
,
sparing
nothing
,
treading
everything
under
foot
.
”
She
has
been
looking
at
the
table
.
She
lifts
up
her
eyes
,
and
looks
at
him
.
There
is
a
stern
expression
on
her
face
,
and
a
part
of
her
lower
lip
is
compressed
under
her
teeth
.
“
This
woman
understands
me
,
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
thinks
,
as
she
lets
her
glance
fall
again
.
“
She
cannot
be
spared
.
Why
should
she
spare
others
?
”
For
a
little
while
they
are
silent
.
Lady
Dedlock
has
eaten
no
dinner
,
but
has
twice
or
thrice
poured
out
water
with
a
steady
hand
and
drunk
it
.
She
rises
from
table
,
takes
a
lounging-chair
,
and
reclines
in
it
,
shading
her
face
.
There
is
nothing
in
her
manner
to
express
weakness
or
excite
compassion
.
It
is
thoughtful
,
gloomy
,
concentrated
.
“
This
woman
,
”
thinks
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
standing
on
the
hearth
,
again
a
dark
object
closing
up
her
view
,
“
is
a
study
.
”
He
studies
her
at
his
leisure
,
not
speaking
for
a
time
.
She
,
too
,
studies
something
at
her
leisure
.
She
is
not
the
first
to
speak
;
appearing
indeed
so
unlikely
to
be
so
,
though
he
stood
there
until
midnight
,
that
even
he
is
driven
upon
breaking
silence
.
“
Lady
Dedlock
,
the
most
disagreeable
part
of
this
business
interview
remains
;
but
it
is
business
.
Our
agreement
is
broken
.
A
lady
of
your
sense
and
strength
of
character
will
be
prepared
for
my
now
declaring
it
void
,
and
taking
my
own
course
.
”
“
I
am
quite
prepared
.
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
inclines
his
head
.
“
That
is
all
I
have
to
trouble
you
with
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
”
She
stops
him
as
he
is
moving
out
of
the
room
,
by
asking
,
“
This
is
the
notice
I
was
to
receive
?
I
wish
not
to
misapprehend
you
.
”
“
Not
exactly
the
notice
you
were
to
receive
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
because
the
contemplated
notice
supposed
the
agreement
to
have
been
observed
.
But
virtually
the
same
,
virtually
the
same
.
The
difference
is
merely
in
a
lawyer
's
mind
.
”
“
You
intend
to
give
me
no
other
notice
?
”
“
You
are
right
.
No.
”
“
Do
you
contemplate
undeceiving
Sir
Leicester
to-night
?
”
“
A
home
question
!
”
says
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
with
a
slight
smile
,
and
cautiously
shaking
his
head
at
the
shaded
face
.
“
No
,
not
to-night
.
”
“
To-morrow
?
”
“
All
things
considered
,
I
had
better
decline
answering
that
question
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
If
I
were
to
say
I
do
n't
know
when
,
exactly
,
you
would
not
believe
me
,
and
it
would
answer
no
purpose
.
It
may
be
to-morrow
.
I
would
rather
say
no
more
.
You
are
prepared
,
and
I
hold
out
no
expectations
which
circumstances
might
fail
to
justify
.
I
wish
you
good
evening
.
”
She
removes
her
hand
,
turns
her
pale
face
towards
him
as
he
walks
silently
to
the
door
,
and
stops
him
once
again
as
he
is
about
to
open
it
.
“
Do
you
intend
to
remain
in
the
house
any
time
?
I
heard
you
were
writing
in
the
library
.
Are
you
going
to
return
there
?
”
“
Only
for
my
hat
.
I
am
going
home
.
”
She
bows
her
eyes
rather
than
her
head
,
the
movement
is
so
slight
and
curious
;
and
he
withdraws
.
Clear
of
the
room
,
he
looks
at
his
watch
,
but
is
inclined
to
doubt
it
by
a
minute
or
thereabouts
.
There
is
a
splendid
clock
upon
the
staircase
,
famous
,
as
splendid
clocks
not
often
are
,
for
its
accuracy
.
“
And
what
do
you
say
,
”
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
inquires
,
referring
to
it
.
“
What
do
you
say
?
”
If
it
said
now
,
“
Do
n't
go
home
”
!
What
a
famous
clock
,
hereafter
,
if
it
said
to-night
of
all
the
nights
that
it
has
counted
off
,
to
this
old
man
of
all
the
young
and
old
men
who
have
ever
stood
before
it
,
“
Do
n't
go
home
”
!
With
its
sharp
clear
bell
,
it
strikes
three-quarters
after
seven
,
and
ticks
on
again
.
“
Why
,
you
are
worse
than
I
thought
you
,
”
says
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
muttering
reproof
to
his
watch
.
“
Two
minutes
wrong
?
At
this
rate
you
wo
n't
last
my
time
.
”
What
a
watch
to
return
good
for
evil
,
if
it
ticked
in
answer
“
Do
n't
go
home
”
!
He
passes
out
into
the
streets
,
and
walks
on
,
with
his
hands
behind
him
,
under
the
shadow
of
the
lofty
houses
,
many
of
whose
mysteries
,
difficulties
,
mortgages
,
delicate
affairs
of
all
kinds
,
are
treasured
up
within
his
old
black
satin
waistcoat
.
He
is
in
the
confidence
of
the
very
bricks
and
mortar
.
The
high
chimney-stacks
telegraph
family
secrets
to
him
.
Yet
there
is
not
a
voice
in
a
mile
of
them
to
whisper
“
Do
n't
go
home
!
”
Through
the
stir
and
motion
of
the
commoner
streets
;
through
the
roar
and
jar
of
many
vehicles
,
many
feet
,
many
voices
;
with
the
blazing
shop-lights
lighting
him
on
,
the
west
wind
blowing
him
on
,
and
the
crowd
pressing
him
on
;
he
is
pitilessly
urged
upon
his
way
,
and
nothing
meets
him
,
murmuring
“
Do
n't
go
home
!
”
Arrived
at
last
in
his
dull
room
,
to
light
his
candles
,
and
look
round
and
up
,
and
see
the
Roman
pointing
from
the
ceiling
,
there
is
no
new
significance
in
the
Roman
's
hand
to-night
,
or
in
the
flutter
of
the
attendant
groupes
,
to
give
him
the
late
warning
,
“
Do
n't
come
here
!
”
It
is
a
moonlight
night
;
but
the
moon
,
being
past
the
full
,
is
only
now
rising
over
the
great
wilderness
of
London
.
The
stars
are
shining
as
they
shone
above
the
turret-leads
at
Chesney
Wold
.
This
woman
,
as
he
has
of
late
been
so
accustomed
to
call
her
,
looks
out
upon
them
.
Her
soul
is
turbulent
within
her
;
she
is
sick
at
heart
,
and
restless
.
The
large
rooms
are
too
cramped
and
close
.
She
cannot
endure
their
restraint
,
and
will
walk
alone
in
a
neighbouring
garden
.
Too
capricious
and
imperious
in
all
she
does
,
to
be
the
cause
of
much
surprise
in
those
about
her
as
to
anything
she
does
,
this
woman
,
loosely
muffled
,
goes
out
into
the
moonlight
.
Mercury
attends
with
the
key
.
Having
opened
the
garden
gate
,
he
delivers
the
key
into
his
Lady
's
hand
at
her
request
,
and
is
bidden
to
go
back
.
She
will
walk
there
some
time
,
to
ease
her
aching
head
.
She
may
be
an
hour
;
she
may
be
more
.
She
needs
no
further
escort
.
The
gate
shuts
upon
its
spring
with
a
clash
,
and
he
leaves
her
,
passing
on
into
the
dark
shade
of
some
trees
.
A
fine
night
,
and
a
bright
large
moon
,
and
multitudes
of
stars
.
Mr.
Tulkinghorn
,
in
repairing
to
his
