agreat
many
times
,
and
shook
his
head
in
a
melancholy
manner
.
“
What
do
you
wish
me
not
to
have
?
Do
n't
have
what
,
dear
Pa
?
”
asked
Caddy
,
coaxing
him
,
with
her
arms
round
his
neck
.
“
Never
have
a
Mission
,
my
dear
child
.
”
Mr.
Jellyby
groaned
,
and
laid
his
head
against
the
wall
again
;
and
this
was
the
only
time
I
ever
heard
him
make
any
approach
to
expressing
his
sentiments
on
the
Borrioboolan
question
.
I
suppose
he
had
been
more
talkative
and
lively
,
once
;
but
he
seemed
to
have
been
completely
exhausted
long
before
I
knew
him
.
I
thought
Mrs.
Jellyby
never
would
have
left
off
serenely
looking
over
her
papers
,
and
drinking
coffee
,
that
night
.
It
was
twelve
o'clock
before
we
could
obtain
possession
of
the
room
;
and
the
clearance
it
required
then
,
was
so
discouraging
,
that
Caddy
,
who
was
almost
tired
out
,
sat
down
in
the
middle
of
the
dust
,
and
cried
.
But
she
soon
cheered
up
,
and
we
did
wonders
with
it
before
we
went
to
bed
.
In
the
morning
it
looked
,
by
the
aid
of
a
few
flowers
and
a
quantity
of
soap
and
water
,
and
a
little
arrangement
,
quite
gay
.
The
plain
breakfast
made
a
cheerful
show
,
and
Caddy
was
perfectly
charming
.
But
when
my
darling
came
,
I
thought
—
and
I
think
now
—
that
I
never
had
seen
such
a
dear
face
as
my
beautiful
pet
's
.
We
made
a
little
feast
for
the
children
up-stairs
,
and
we
put
Peepy
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
and
we
showed
them
Caddy
in
her
bridal
dress
,
and
they
clapped
their
hands
and
hurrahed
,
and
Caddy
cried
to
think
that
she
was
going
away
from
them
,
and
hugged
them
over
and
over
again
,
until
we
brought
Prince
up
to
fetch
her
away
—
when
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
Peepy
bit
him
.
Then
there
was
old
Mr.
Turveydrop
down-stairs
,
in
a
state
of
Deportment
not
to
be
expressed
,
benignly
blessing
Caddy
,
and
giving
my
guardian
to
understand
,
that
his
son
's
happiness
was
his
own
parental
work
,
and
that
he
sacrificed
personal
considerations
to
ensure
it
.
“
My
dear
sir
,
”
said
Mr.
Turveydrop
,
“
these
young
people
will
live
with
me
;
my
house
is
large
enough
for
their
accommodation
,
and
they
shall
not
want
the
shelter
of
my
roof
.
I
could
have
wished
—
you
will
understand
the
allusion
,
Mr.
Jarndyce
,
for
you
remember
my
illustrious
patron
the
Prince
Regent
—
I
could
have
wished
that
my
son
had
married
into
a
family
where
there
was
more
Deportment
;
but
the
will
of
Heaven
be
done
!
”
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Pardiggle
were
of
the
party
—
Mr.
Pardiggle
,
an
obstinate-looking
man
with
a
large
waistcoat
and
stubbly
hair
,
who
was
always
talking
in
a
loud
bass
voice
about
his
mite
,
or
Mrs.
Pardiggle
's
mite
,
or
their
five
boys
'
mites
.
Mr.
Gusher
,
with
his
hair
brushed
back
as
usual
,
and
his
knobs
of
temples
shining
very
much
,
was
also
there
;
not
in
the
character
of
a
disappointed
lover
,
but
as
the
Accepted
of
a
young
—
at
least
,
an
unmarried
—
lady
,
a
Miss
Wisk
,
who
was
also
there
.
Miss
Wisk
's
mission
,
my
guardian
said
,
was
to
show
the
world
that
woman
's
mission
was
man
's
mission
;
and
that
the
only
genuine
mission
,
of
both
man
and
woman
,
was
to
be
always
moving
declaratory
resolutions
about
things
in
general
at
public
meetings
.
The
guests
were
few
;
but
were
,
as
one
might
expect
at
Mrs.
Jellyby
's
,
all
devoted
to
public
objects
only
.
Besides
those
I
have
mentioned
,
there
was
an
extremely
dirty
lady
,
with
her
bonnet
all
awry
,
and
the
ticketed
price
of
her
dress
still
sticking
on
it
,
whose
neglected
home
,
Caddy
told
me
,
was
like
a
filthy
wilderness
,
but
whose
church
was
like
a
fancy
fair
.
A
very
contentious
gentleman
,
who
said
it
was
his
mission
to
be
everybody
's
brother
,
but
who
appeared
to
be
on
terms
of
coolness
with
the
whole
of
his
large
family
,
completed
the
party
.
A
party
,
having
less
in
common
with
such
an
occasion
,
could
hardly
have
been
got
together
by
any
ingenuity
.
Such
a
mean
mission
as
the
domestic
mission
,
was
the
very
last
thing
to
be
endured
among
them
;
indeed
,
Miss
Wisk
informed
us
,
with
great
indignation
,
before
we
sat
down
to
breakfast
,
that
the
idea
of
woman
's
mission
lying
chiefly
in
the
narrow
sphere
of
Home
was
an
outrageous
slander
on
the
part
of
her
Tyrant
,
Man
.
One
other
singularity
was
,
that
nobody
with
a
mission
—
except
Mr.
Gusher
,
whose
mission
,
as
I
think
I
have
formerly
said
,
was
to
be
in
ecstacies
with
everybody
's
mission
—
cared
at
all
for
anybody
's
mission
.
Mrs.
Pardiggle
being
as
clear
that
the
only
one
infallible
course
was
her
course
of
pouncing
upon
the
poor
,
and
applying
benevolence
to
them
like
a
strait-waistcoat
;
as
Miss
Wisk
was
that
the
only
practical
thing
for
the
world
was
the
emancipation
of
Woman
from
the
thraldom
of
her
Tyrant
,
Man
.
Mrs.
Jellyby
,
all
the
while
,
sat
smiling
at
the
limited
vision
that
could
see
anything
but
Borrioboola-Gha
.
But
I
am
anticipating
now
the
purport
of
our
conversation
on
the
ride
home
,
instead
of
first
marrying
Caddy
.
We
all
went
to
church
,
and
Mr.
Jellyby
gave
her
away
.
Of
the
air
with
which
old
Mr.
Turveydrop
,
with
his
hat
under
his
left
arm
,
(
the
inside
presented
at
the
clergyman
like
a
cannon
,
)
and
his
eyes
creasing
themselves
up
into
his
wig
,
stood
,
stiff
and
high-shouldered
,
behind
us
bridesmaids
during
the
ceremony
,
and
afterwards
saluted
us
,
I
could
never
say
enough
to
do
it
justice
.
Miss
Wisk
,
whom
I
cannot
report
as
prepossessing
in
appearance
,
and
whose
manner
was
grim
,
listened
to
the
proceedings
,
as
part
of
Woman
's
wrongs
,
with
a
disdainful
face
.
Mrs.
Jellyby
,
with
her
calm
smile
and
her
bright
eyes
,
looked
the
least
concerned
of
all
the
company
.
We
duly
came
back
to
breakfast
,
and
Mrs.
Jellyby
sat
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
and
Mr.
Jellyby
at
the
foot
.
Caddy
had
previously
stolen
upstairs
,
to
hug
the
children
again
,
and
tell
them
that
her
name
was
Turveydrop
.
But
this
piece
of
information
,
instead
of
being
an
agreeable
surprise
to
Peepy
,
threw
him
on
his
back
in
such
transports
of
kicking
grief
,
that
I
could
do
nothing
on
being
sent
for
,
but
accede
to
the
proposal
that
he
should
be
admitted
to
the
breakfast
table
.
So
he
came
down
,
and
sat
in
my
lap
;
and
Mrs.
Jellyby
,
after
saying
,
in
reference
to
the
state
of
his
pinafore
,
“
O
you
naughty
Peepy
,
what
a
shocking
little
pig
you
are
!
”
was
not
at
all
discomposed
.
He
was
very
good
,
except
that
he
brought
down
Noah
with
him
(
out
of
an
ark
I
had
given
him
before
we
went
to
church
)
,
and
would
dip
him
head
first
into
the
wine-glasses
,
and
then
put
him
in
his
mouth
.
My
guardian
,
with
his
sweet
temper
and
his
quick
perception
and
his
amiable
face
,
made
something
agreeable
even
out
of
the
ungenial
company
.
None
of
them
seemed
able
to
talk
about
anything
but
his
,
or
her
,
own
one
subject
,
and
none
of
them
seemed
able
to
talk
about
even
that
,
as
part
of
a
world
in
which
there
was
anything
else
;
but
my
guardian
turned
it
all
to
the
merry
encouragement
of
Caddy
,
and
the
honour
of
the
occasion
,
and
brought
us
through
the
breakfast
nobly
.
What
we
should
have
done
without
him
,
I
am
afraid
to
think
;
for
,
all
the
company
despising
the
bride
and
bridegroom
,
and
old
Mr.
Turveydrop
—
and
old
Mr.
Turveydrop
,
in
virtue
of
his
Deportment
,
considering
himself
vastly
superior
to
all
the
company
—
it
was
a
very
unpromising
case
.
At
last
the
time
came
when
poor
Caddy
was
to
go
,
and
when
all
her
property
was
packed
on
the
hired
coach
and
pair
that
was
to
take
her
and
her
husband
to
Gravesend
.
It
affected
us
to
see
Caddy
clinging
,
then
,
to
her
deplorable
home
,
and
hanging
on
her
mother
's
neck
with
the
greatest
tenderness
.
“
I
am
very
sorry
I
could
n't
go
on
writing
from
dictation
,
Ma
,
”
sobbed
Caddy
.
“
I
hope
you
forgive
me
,
now
?
”
“
O
Caddy
,
Caddy
!
”
said
Mrs.
Jellyby
,
“
I
have
told
you
over
and
over
again
that
I
have
engaged
a
boy
,
and
there
's
an
end
of
it
.
”
“
You
are
sure
you
are
not
in
the
least
angry
with
me
,
Ma
?
Say
you
are
sure
,
before
I
go
away
,
Ma
?
”
“
You
foolish
Caddy
,
”
returned
Mrs.
Jellyby
,
“
do
I
look
angry
,
or
have
I
inclination
to
be
angry
,
or
time
to
be
angry
?
How
can
you
?
”
“
Take
a
little
care
of
Pa
while
I
am
gone
,
mama
!
”
Mrs.
Jellyby
positively
laughed
at
the
fancy
.
“
You
romantic
child
,
”
said
she
,
lightly
patting
Caddy
's
back
.
“
Go
along
.
I
am
excellent
friends
with
you
.
Now
,
good
bye
,
Caddy
,
and
be
very
happy
!
”
Then
Caddy
hung
upon
her
father
,
and
nursed
his
cheek
against
hers
as
if
he
were
some
poor
dull
child
in
pain
.
All
this
took
place
in
the
hall
.
Her
father
released
her
,
took
out
his
pocket-handkerchief
,
and
sat
down
on
the
stairs
with
his
head
against
the
wall
.
I
hope
he
found
some
consolation
in
walls
.
I
almost
think
he
did
.
And
then
Prince
took
her
arm
in
his
,
and
turned
with
great
emotion
and
respect
to
his
father
,
whose
Deportment
at
that
moment
was
overwhelming
.
“
Thank
you
over
and
over
again
,
father
!
”
said
Prince
,
kissing
his
hand
.
“
I
am
very
grateful
for
all
your
kindness
and
consideration
regarding
our
marriage
,
and
so
,
I
can
assure
you
,
is
Caddy
.
”
“
Very
,
”
sobbed
Caddy
.
“
Ve-ry
!
”
“
My
dear
son
,
”
said
Mr.
Turveydrop
,
“
and
dear
daughter
,
I
have
done
my
duty
.
If
the
spirit
of
a
sainted
Wooman
hovers
above
us
,
and
looks
down
on
the
occasion
,
that
,
and
your
constant
affection
,
will
be
my
recompence
.
You
will
not
fail
in
your
duty
,
my
son
and
daughter
,
I
believe
?
”
“
Dear
father
,
never
!
”
cried
Prince
.
“
Never
,
never
,
dear
Mr.
Turveydrop
!
”
said
Caddy
.
“
This
,
”
returned
Mr.
Turveydrop
,
“
is
as
it
should
be
.
My
children
,
my
home
is
yours
,
my
heart
is
yours
,
my
all
is
yours
.
I
will
never
leave
you
;
nothing
but
Death
shall
part
us
.
My
dear
son
,
you
contemplate
an
absence
of
a
week
,
I
think
?
”
“
A
week
,
dear
father
.
We
shall
return
home
this
day
week
.
”
“
My
dear
child
,
”
said
Mr.
Turveydrop
,
“
let
me
,
even
under
the
present
exceptional
circumstances
,
recommend
strict
punctuality
.
It
is
highly
important
to
keep
the
connexion
together
;
and
schools
,
if
at
all
neglected
,
are
apt
to
take
offence
.
”
“
This
day
week
,
father
,
we
shall
be
sure
to
be
home
to
dinner
.
”
“
Good
!
”
said
Mr.
Turveydrop
.
“
You
will
find
fires
,
my
dear
Caroline
,
in
your
own
room
,
and
dinner
prepared
in
my
apartment
.
Yes
,
yes
,
Prince
!
”
anticipating
some
self-denying
objection
on
his
son
's
part
with
a
great
air
.
“
You
and
our
Caroline
will
be
strange
in
the
upper
part
of
the
premises
,
and
will
,
therefore
,
dine
that
day
in
my
apartment
.
Now
,
bless
ye
!
”
They
drove
away
;
and
whether
I
wondered
most
at
Mrs.
Jellyby
,
or
at
Mr.
Turveydrop
,
I
did
not
know
.
Ada
and
my
guardian
were
in
the
same
condition
when
we
came
to
talk
it
over
.
But
before
we
drove
away
,
too
,
I
received
a
most
unexpected
and
eloquent
compliment
from
Mr.
Jellyby
.
He
came
up
to
me
in
the
hall
,
took
both
my
hands
,
pressed
them
earnestly
,
and
opened
his
mouth
twice
.
I
was
so
sure
of
his
meaning
that
I
said
,
quite
flurried
,
“
You
are
very
welcome
,
sir
.
Pray
do
n't
mention
it
!
”
“
I
hope
this
marriage
is
for
the
best
,
guardian
?
”
said
I
,
when
we
three
were
on
our
road
home
.
“
I
hope
it
is
,
little
woman
.
Patience
.
We
shall
see
.
”
“
Is
the
wind
in
the
East
to-day
?
”
I
ventured
to
ask
him
.
He
laughed
heartily
,
and
answered
“
No.
”
“
But
it
must
have
been
this
morning
,
I
think
,
”
said
I
.
He
answered
“
No
,
”
again
;
and
this
time
my
dear
girl
confidently
answered
“
No
,
”
too
,
and
shook
the
lovely
head
which
,
with
its
blooming
flowers
against
the
golden
hair
,
was
like
the
very
Spring
.
“
Much
you
know
of
East
winds
,
my
ugly
darling
,
”
said
I
,
kissing
her
in
my
admiration
—
I
could
n't
help
it
.
Well
!
It
was
only
their
love
for
me
,
I
know
very
well
,
and
it
is
a
long
time
ago
.
I
must
write
it
,
even
if
I
rub
it
out
again
,
because
it
gives
me
so
much
pleasure
.
They
said
there
could
be
no
East
wind
where
Somebody
was
;
they
said
that
wherever
Dame
Durden
went
,
there
was
sunshine
and
summer
air
.
CHAPTER
XXXI
.
NURSE
AND
PATIENT
.
I
HAD
not
been
at
home
again
many
days
,
when
one
evening
I
went
up-stairs
into
my
own
room
to
take
a
peep
over
Charley
's
shoulder
,
and
see
how
she
was
getting
on
with
her
copy-book
.
Writing
was
a
trying
business
to
Charley
,
who
seemed
to
have
no
natural
power
over
a
pen
,
but
in
whose
hand
every
pen
appeared
to
become
perversely
animated
,
and
to
go
wrong
and
crooked
,
and
to
stop
,
and
splash
,
and
sidle
into
corners
,
like
a
saddle-donkey
.
It
was
very
odd
,
to
see
what
old
letters
Charley
's
young
hand
made
;
they
,
so
wrinkled
,
and
shrivelled
,
and
tottering
;
it
,
so
plump
and
round
.
Yet
Charley
was
uncommonly
expert
at
other
things
,
and
had
as
nimble
little
fingers
as
I
ever
watched
.
“
Well
,
Charley
,
”
said
I
,
looking
over
a
copy
of
the
letter
O
in
which
it
was
represented
as
square
,
triangular
,
pear-shaped
,
and
collapsed
in
all
kinds
of
ways
,
“
we
are
improving
.
If
we
only
get
to
make
it
round
,
we
shall
be
perfect
,
Charley
.
”
Then
I
made
one
,
and
Charley
made
one
,
and
the
pen
would
n't
join
Charley
's
neatly
,
but
twisted
it
up
into
a
knot
.
“
Never
mind
,
Charley
.
We
shall
do
it
in
time
.
”
Charley
laid
down
her
pen
,
the
copy
being
finished
;
opened
and
shut
her
cramped
little
hand
;
looked
gravely
at
the
page
,
half
in
pride
and
half
in
doubt
;
and
got
up
,
and
dropped
me
a
curtsey
.
“
Thank
you
,
miss.
If
you
please
,
miss
,
did
you
know
a
poor
person
of
the
name
of
Jenny
?
”
“
A
brickmaker
's
wife
,
Charley
?
Yes
.
”
“
She
came
and
spoke
to
me
when
I
was
out
a
little
while
ago
,
and
said
you
knew
her
,
miss.
She
asked
me
if
I
was
n't
the
young
lady
's
little
maid
—
meaning
you
for
the
young
lady
,
miss
—
and
I
said
yes
,
miss.
”
“
I
thought
she
had
left
this
neighbourhood
altogether
,
Charley
.
”
“
So
she
had
,
miss
,
but
she
's
come
back
again
to
where
she
used
to
live
—
she
and
Liz
.
Did
you
know
another
poor
person
of
the
name
of
Liz
,
miss
?
”
“
I
think
I
do
,
Charley
,
though
not
by
name
.
”
“
That
's
what
she
said
!
”
returned
Charley
.
“
They
have
both
come
back
,
miss
,
and
have
been
tramping
high
and
low
.
”
“
Tramping
high
and
low
,
have
they
,
Charley
?
”
“
Yes
,
miss.
”
If
Charley
could
only
have
made
the
letters
in
her
copy
as
round
as
the
eyes
with
which
she
looked
into
my
face
,
they
would
have
been
excellent
.
“
And
this
poor
person
came
about
the
house
three
or
four
days
,
hoping
to
get
a
glimpse
of
you
,
miss
—
all
she
wanted
,
she
said
—
but
you
were
away
.
That
was
when
she
saw
me
.
She
saw
me
a
going
about
,
miss
,
”
said
Charley
,
with
a
short
laugh
of
the
greatest
delight
and
pride
,
“
and
she
thought
I
looked
like
your
maid
!
”
“
Did
she
though
,
really
,
Charley
?
”
“
Yes
,
miss
!
”
said
Charley
,
“
really
and
truly
.
”
And
Charley
,
with
another
short
laugh
of
the
purest
glee
,
made
her
eyes
very
round
again
,
and
looked
as
serious
as
became
my
maid
.
I
was
never
tired
of
seeing
Charley
in
the
full
enjoyment
of
that
great
dignity
,
standing
before
me
with
her
youthful
face
and
figure
,
and
her
steady
manner
,
and
her
childish
exultation
breaking
through
it
now
and
then
in
the
pleasantest
way
.
“
And
where
did
you
see
her
,
Charley
?
”
said
I
.
My
little
maid
's
countenance
fell
,
as
she
replied
,
“
By
the
doctor
's
shop
,
miss.
”
For
Charley
wore
her
black
frock
yet
.
I
asked
if
the
brickmaker
's
wife
were
ill
,
but
Charley
said
No.
It
was
some
one
else
.
Some
one
in
her
cottage
who
had
tramped
down
to
Saint
Alban
's
,
and
was
tramping
he
did
n't
know
where
.
A
poor
boy
,
Charley
said
.
No
father
,
no
mother
,
no
any
one
.
“
Like
as
Tom
might
have
been
,
miss
,
if
Emma
and
me
had
died
after
father
,
”
said
Charley
,
her
round
eyes
filling
with
tears
.
“
And
she
was
getting
medicine
for
him
,
Charley
?
”
“
She
said
,
miss
,
”
returned
Charley
,
“
how
that
he
had
once
done
as
much
for
her
.
”
My
little
maid
's
face
was
so
eager
,
and
her
quiet
hands
were
folded
so
closely
in
one
another
as
she
stood
looking
at
me
,
that
I
had
no
great
difficulty
in
reading
her
thoughts
.
“
Well
,
Charley
,
”
said
I
,
“
it
appears
to
me
that
you
and
I
can
do
no
better
than
go
round
to
Jenny
's
,
and
see
what
's
the
matter
.
”
The
alacrity
with
which
Charley
brought
my
bonnet
and
veil
,
and
,
having
dressed
me
,
quaintly
pinned
herself
into
her
warm
shawl
and
made
herself
look
like
a
little
old
woman
,
sufficiently
expressed
her
readiness
.
So
Charley
and
I
,
without
saying
anything
to
any
one
,
went
out
.
It
was
a
cold
,
wild
night
,
and
the
trees
shuddered
in
the
wind
.
The
rain
had
been
thick
and
heavy
all
day
,
and
with
little
intermission
for
many
days
.
None
was
falling
just
then
,
however
.
The
sky
had
partly
cleared
,
but
was
very
gloomy
—
even
above
us
,
where
a
few
stars
were
shining
.
In
the
north
and
north-west
,
where
the
sun
had
set
three
hours
before
,
there
was
a
pale
dead
light
both
beautiful
and
awful
;
and
into
it
long
sullen
lines
of
cloud
waved
up
,
like
a
sea
stricken
immoveable
as
it
was
heaving
.
Towards
London
,
a
lurid
glare
overhung
the
whole
dark
waste
;
and
the
contrast
between
these
two
lights
,
and
the
fancy
which
the
redder
light
engendered
of
an
unearthly
fire
,
gleaming
on
all
the
unseen
buildings
of
the
city
,
and
on
all
the
faces
of
its
many
thousands
of
wondering
inhabitants
,
was
as
solemn
as
might
be
.
I
had
no
thought
,
that
night
—
none
,
I
am
quite
sure
—
of
what
was
soon
to
happen
to
me
.
But
I
have
always
remembered
since
,
that
when
we
had
stopped
at
the
garden
gate
to
look
up
at
the
sky
,
and
when
we
went
upon
our
way
,
I
had
for
a
moment
an
undefinable
impression
of
myself
as
being
something
different
from
what
I
then
was
.
I
know
it
was
then
,
and
there
,
that
I
had
it
.
I
have
ever
since
connected
the
feeling
with
that
spot
and
time
,
and
with
everything
associated
with
that
spot
and
time
,
to
the
distant
voices
in
the
town
,
the
barking
of
a
dog
,
and
the
sound
of
wheels
coming
down
the
miry
hill
.
It
was
Saturday
night
;
and
most
of
the
people
belonging
to
the
place
where
we
were
going
,
were
drinking
elsewhere
.
We
found
it
quieter
than
I
had
previously
seen
it
,
though
quite
as
miserable
.
The
kilns
were
burning
,
and
a
stifling
vapour
set
towards
us
with
a
pale
blue
glare
.
We
came
to
the
cottage
,
where
there
was
a
feeble
candle
in
the
patched
window
.
We
tapped
at
the
door
,
and
went
in
.
The
mother
of
the
little
child
who
had
died
,
was
sitting
in
a
chair
on
one
side
of
the
poor
fire
by
the
bed
;
and
opposite
to
her
,
a
wretched
boy
,
supported
by
the
chimney-piece
,
was
cowering
on
the
floor
.
He
held
under
his
arm
,
like
a
little
bundle
,
a
fragment
of
a
fur
cap
;
and
as
he
tried
to
warm
himself
,
he
shook
until
the
crazy
door
and
window
shook
.
The
place
was
closer
than
before
,
and
had
an
unhealthy
,
and
a
very
peculiar
smell
.
I
had
not
lifted
my
veil
when
I
first
spoke
to
the
woman
,
which
was
at
the
moment
of
our
going
in
.
The
boy
staggered
up
instantly
,
and
stared
at
me
with
a
remarkable
expression
of
surprise
and
terror
.
His
action
was
so
quick
,
and
my
being
the
cause
of
it
was
so
evident
,
that
I
stood
still
,
instead
of
advancing
nearer
.
“
I
wo
n't
go
no
more
to
the
berryin
ground
,
”
muttered
the
boy
;
“
I
ai
n't
a
going
there
,
so
I
tell
you
!
”
I
lifted
my
veil
and
spoke
to
the
woman
.
She
said
to
me
in
a
low
voice
,
“
Do
n't
mind
him
,
ma'am
.
He
'll
soon
come
back
to
his
head
:
”
and
said
to
him
,
“
Jo
,
Jo
,
what
's
the
matter
?
”
“
I
know
wot
she
's
come
for
!
”
cried
the
boy
.
“
Who
?
”
“
The
lady
there
.
She
's
come
to
get
me
to
go
along
with
her
to
the
berryin
ground
.
I
wo
n't
go
to
the
berrying
ground
.
I
do
n't
like
the
name
on
it
.
She
might
go
a
berryin
me
.
”
His
shivering
came
on
again
,
and
as
he
leaned
against
the
wall
,
he
shook
the
hovel
.
“
He
has
been
talking
off
and
on
about
such
like
,
all
day
,
ma'am
,
”
said
Jenny
,
softly
.
“
Why
,
how
you
stare
!
This
is
my
lady
,
Jo
.
”
“
Is
it
?
”
returned
the
boy
doubtfully
,
and
surveying
me
with
his
arm
held
out
above
his
burning
eyes
.
“
She
looks
to
me
the
t'other
one
.
It
ai
n't
the
bonnet
,
nor
yet
it
ai
n't
the
gownd
,
but
she
looks
to
me
the
t'other
one
.
”
My
little
Charley
,
with
her
premature
experience
of
illness
and
trouble
,
had
pulled
off
her
bonnet
and
shawl
,
and
now
went
quietly
up
to
him
with
a
chair
,
and
sat
him
down
in
it
,
like
an
old
sick
nurse
.
Except
that
no
such
attendant
could
have
shown
him
Charley
's
youthful
face
,
which
seemed
to
engage
his
confidence
.
“
I
say
!
”
said
the
boy
.
“
You
tell
me
.
Ai
n't
the
lady
the
t'other
lady
?
”
Charley
shook
her
head
,
as
she
methodically
drew
his
rags
about
him
and
made
him
as
warm
as
she
could
.
“
O
!
”
the
boy
muttered
.
“
Then
I
'
spose
she
ai
n't
.
”
“
I
came
to
see
if
I
could
do
you
any
good
,
”
said
I
.
“
What
is
the
matter
with
you
?
”
“
I
'm
a
being
froze
,
”
returned
the
boy
hoarsely
,
with
his
haggard
gaze
wandering
about
me
,
“
and
then
burnt
up
,
and
then
froze
,
and
then
burnt
up
,
ever
so
many
times
in
a
hour
.
And
my
head
's
all
sleepy
,
and
all
a
going
mad-like
—
and
I
'm
so
dry
—
and
my
bones
is
n't
half
so
much
bones
as
pain
.
“
When
did
he
come
here
?
”
I
asked
the
woman
.
“
This
morning
,
ma'am
,
I
found
him
at
the
corner
of
the
town
.
I
had
known
him
up
in
London
yonder
.
Had
n't
I
,
Jo
?
”
“
Tom-all-Alone
's
,
”
the
boy
replied
.
Whenever
he
fixed
his
attention
or
his
eyes
,
it
was
only
for
a
very
little
while
.
He
soon
began
to
droop
his
head
again
,
and
roll
it
heavily
,
and
speak
as
if
he
were
half
awake
.
“
When
did
he
come
from
London
?
”
I
asked
,
“
I
come
from
London
yes'day
,
”
said
the
boy
himself
,
now
flushed
and
hot
.
“
I
'm
a
going
somewheres
.
”
“
Where
is
he
going
?
”
I
asked
.
“
Somewheres
,
”
repeated
the
boy
,
in
a
louder
tone
.
“
I
have
been
moved
on
,
and
moved
on
,
more
nor
ever
I
was
afore
,
since
the
t'other
one
giv
'
me
the
sov'ring
.
Mrs.
Sangsby
,
she
's
always
a
watching
,
and
a
driving
of
me
—
what
have
I
done
to
her
?
—
and
they
're
all
a
watching
and
a
driving
of
me
.
Everyone
of
'
em
's
doing
of
it
,
from
the
time
when
I
do
n't
get
up
,
to
the
time
when
I
do
n't
go
to
bed
.
And
I
'm
a
going
somewheres
.
That
's
where
I
'm
a
going
.
She
told
me
,
down
in
Tom-all-Alone
's
,
as
she
come
from
Stolbuns
,
and
so
I
took
the
Stolbuns
Road
.
It
's
as
good
as
another
.
”
He
always
concluded
by
addressing
Charley
.
“
What
is
to
be
done
with
him
?
”
said
I
,
taking
the
woman
aside
.
“
He
could
not
travel
in
this
state
,
even
if
he
had
a
purpose
,
and
knew
where
he
was
going
!
”
“
I
know
no
more
,
ma'am
,
than
the
dead
,
”
she
replied
,
glancing
compassionately
at
him
.
“
Perhaps
the
dead
know
better
,
if
they
could
only
tell
us
.
I
've
kept
him
here
all
day
for
pity
's
sake
,
and
I
've
given
him
broth
and
physic
,
and
Liz
has
gone
to
try
if
any
one
will
take
him
in
(
here
's
my
pretty
in
the
bed
—
her
child
,
but
I
call
it
mine
)
;
but
I
ca
n't
keep
him
long
,
for
if
my
husband
was
to
come
home
and
find
him
here
,
he
'd
be
rough
in
putting
him
out
,
and
might
do
him
a
hurt
.
Hark
!
Here
comes
Liz
back
!
”
The
other
woman
came
hurriedly
in
as
she
spoke
,
and
the
boy
got
up
with
a
half
obscured
sense
that
he
was
expected
to
be
going
.
When
the
little
child
awoke
,
and
when
and
how
Charley
got
at
it
,
took
it
out
of
bed
,
and
began
to
walk
about
hushing
it
,
I
do
n't
know
.
There
she
was
,
doing
all
this
,
in
a
quiet
motherly
manner
,
as
if
she
were
living
in
Mrs.
Blinder
's
attic
with
Tom
and
Emma
again
.
The
friend
had
been
here
and
there
,
and
had
been
played
about
from
hand
to
hand
,
and
had
come
back
as
she
went
.
At
first
it
was
too
early
for
the
boy
to
be
received
into
the
proper
refuge
,
and
at
last
it
was
too
late
.
One
official
sent
her
to
another
,
and
the
other
sent
her
back
again
to
the
first
,
and
so
backward
and
forward
;
until
it
appeared
to
me
as
if
both
must
have
been
appointed
for
their
skill
in
evading
their
duties
,
instead
of
performing
them
.
And
now
,
after
all
,
she
said
,
breathing
quickly
,
for
she
had
been
running
,
and
was
frightened
too
,
“
Jenny
,
your
master
's
on
the
road
home
,
and
mine
's
not
far
behind
,
and
the
Lord
help
the
boy
,
for
we
can
do
no
more
for
him
!
”
They
put
a
few
halfpence
together
and
hurried
them
into
his
hand
,
and
so
,
in
an
oblivious
,
half-thankful
,
half-insensible
way
,
he
shuffled
out
of
the
house
.
“
Give
me
the
child
,
my
dear
!
”
said
its
mother
to
Charley
,
“
and
thank
you
kindly
too
!
Jenny
,
woman
dear
,
good
night
!
Young
lady
,
if
my
master
do
n't
fall
out
with
me
,
I
'll
look
down
by
the
kiln
by
and
by
,
where
the
boy
will
be
most
like
,
and
again
in
the
morning
!
”
She
hurried
off
;
and
presently
we
passed
her
hushing
and
singing
to
her
child
at
her
own
door
,
and
looking
anxiously
along
the
road
for
her
drunken
husband
.
I
was
afraid
of
staying
them
,
to
speak
to
either
woman
,
lest
I
should
bring
her
into
trouble
.
But
I
said
to
Charley
that
we
must
not
leave
the
boy
to
die
.
Charley
,
who
knew
what
to
do
much
better
than
I
did
,
and
whose
quickness
equalled
her
presence
of
mind
,
glided
on
before
me
,
and
presently
we
came
up
with
Jo
,
just
short
of
the
brick-kiln
.
I
think
he
must
have
begun
his
journey
with
some
small
bundle
under
his
arm
,
and
must
have
had
it
stolen
,
or
lost
it
.
For
he
still
carried
his
wretched
fragment
of
fur
cap
like
a
bundle
,
though
he
went
bare-headed
through
the
rain
,
which
now
fell
fast
.
He
stopped
when
we
called
to
him
,
and
again
showed
a
dread
of
me
when
I
came
up
;
standing
with
his
lustrous
eyes
fixed
upon
me
,
and
even
arrested
in
his
shivering
fit
.
I
asked
him
to
come
with
us
,
and
we
would
take
care
that
he
had
some
shelter
for
the
night
.
“
I
do
n't
want
no
shelter
,
”
he
said
;
“
I
can
lay
amongst
the
warm
bricks
.
”
“
But
do
n't
you
know
that
people
die
there
?
”
returned
Charley
.
“
They
dies
everywheres
,
”
said
the
boy
.
“
They
dies
in
their
lodgings
—
she
knows
where
;
I
showed
her
—
and
they
dies
down
in
Tom-all-Alone
's
in
heaps
.
They
dies
more
than
they
lives
,
according
to
what
I
see
.
”
Then
he
hoarsely
whispered
Charley
.
“
If
she
ai
n't
the
t'other
one
,
she
ai
n't
the
forrenner
.
Is
there
three
of
'
em
then
?
”
Charley
looked
at
me
a
little
frightened
.
I
felt
half
frightened
at
myself
when
the
boy
glared
on
me
so
.
But
he
turned
and
followed
,
when
I
beckoned
to
him
;
and
finding
that
he
acknowledged
that
influence
in
me
,
I
led
the
way
straight
home
.
It
was
not
far
;
only
at
the
summit
of
the
hill
.
We
passed
but
one
man
.
I
doubted
if
we
should
have
got
home
without
assistance
;
the
boy
's
steps
were
so
uncertain
and
tremulous
.
He
made
no
complaint
,
however
,
and
was
strangely
unconcerned
about
himself
,
if
I
may
say
so
strange
a
thing
.
Leaving
him
in
the
hall
for
a
moment
,
shrunk
into
a
corner
of
the
window-seat
,
and
staring
with
an
indifference
that
could
scarcely
be
called
wonder
,
at
the
comfort
and
brightness
about
him
,
I
went
into
the
drawing-room
to
speak
to
my
guardian
.
There
I
found
Mr.
Skimpole
,
who
had
come
down
by
the
coach
,
as
he
frequently
did
without
notice
,
and
never
bringing
any
clothes
with
him
,
but
always
borrowing
everything
he
wanted
.
They
came
out
with
me
directly
,
to
look
at
the
boy
.
The
servants
had
gathered
in
the
hall
,
too
;
and
he
shivered
in
the
window-seat
with
Charley
standing
by
him
,
like
some
wounded
animal
that
had
been
found
in
a
ditch
.
“
This
is
a
sorrowful
case
,
”
said
my
guardian
,
after
asking
him
a
question
or
two
,
and
touching
him
,
and
examining
his
eyes
.
“
What
do
you
say
,
Leonard
?
”
“
You
had
better
turn
him
out
,
”
said
Mr.
Skimpole
.
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
enquired
my
guardian
,
almost
sternly
.
“
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
”
said
Mr.
Skimpole
,
“
you
know
what
I
am
:
I
am
a
child
.
Be
cross
to
me
,
if
I
deserve
it
.
But
I
have
a
constitutional
objection
to
this
sort
of
thing
.
I
always
had
,
when
I
was
a
medical
man
.
He
's
not
safe
,
you
know
.
There
's
a
very
bad
sort
of
fever
about
him
.
”
Mr.
Skimpole
had
retreated
from
the
hall
to
the
drawing-room
again
,
and
said
this
in
his
airy
way
,
seated
on
the
music-stool
as
we
stood
by
.
“
You
'll
say
it
's
childish
,
”
observed
Mr.
Skimpole
,
looking
gaily
at
us
.
“
Well
,
I
dare
say
it
may
be
;
but
I
am
a
child
,
and
I
never
pretend
to
be
anything
else
.
If
you
put
him
out
in
the
road
,
you
only
put
him
where
he
was
before
.
He
will
be
no
worse
off
than
he
was
,
you
know
.
Even
make
him
better
off
,
if
you
like
.
Give
him
sixpence
,
or
five
shillings
,
or
five
pound
ten
—
you
are
arithmeticians
,
and
I
am
not
—
and
get
rid
of
him
!
”
“
And
what
is
he
to
do
then
?
”
asked
my
guardian
.
“
Upon
my
life
,
”
said
Mr.
Skimpole
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
with
his
engaging
smile
,
“
I
have
not
the
least
idea
what
he
is
to
do
then
.
But
I
have
no
doubt
he
'll
do
it
.
”
“
Now
,
is
it
not
a
horrible
reflection
,
”
said
my
guardian
,
to
whom
I
had
hastily
explained
the
unavailing
efforts
of
the
two
women
,
“
is
it
not
a
horrible
reflection
,
”
walking
up
and
down
and
rumpling
his
hair
,
“
that
if
this
wretched
creature
were
a
convicted
prisoner
,
his
hospital
would
be
wide
open
to
him
,
and
he
would
be
as
well
taken
care
of
as
any
sick
boy
in
the
kingdom
?
”
“
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
”
returned
Mr.
Skimpole
,
“
you
'll
pardon
the
simplicity
of
the
question
,
coming
as
it
does
from
a
creature
who
is
perfectly
simple
in
worldly
matters
—
but
,
why
is
n't
he
a
prisoner
then
?
”
My
guardian
stopped
and
looked
at
him
with
a
whimsical
mixture
of
amusement
and
indignation
in
his
face
.
“
Our
young
friend
is
not
to
be
suspected
of
any
delicacy
,
I
should
imagine
,
”
said
Mr.
Skimpole
,
unabashed
and
candid
.
“
It
seems
to
me
that
it
would
be
wiser
,
as
well
as
in
a
certain
kind
of
way
more
respectable
,
if
he
showed
some
misdirected
energy
that
got
him
into
prison
.
There
would
be
more
of
an
adventurous
spirit
in
it
,
and
consequently
more
of
a
certain
sort
of
poetry
.
”
“
I
believe
,
”
returned
my
guardian
,
resuming
his
uneasy
walk
,
“
that
there
is
not
such
another
child
on
earth
as
yourself
.
”
“
Do
you
really
?
”
said
Mr.
Skimpole
;
“
I
dare
say
!
But
,
I
confess
I
do
n't
see
why
our
young
friend
,
in
his
degree
,
should
not
seek
to
invest
himself
with
such
poetry
as
is
open
to
him
.
He
is
no
doubt
born
with
an
appetite
—
probably
,
when
he
is
in
a
safer
state
of
health
,
he
has
an
excellent
appetite
.
Very
well
.
At
our
young
friend
's
natural
dinner-hour
,
most
likely
about
noon
,
our
young
friend
says
in
effect
to
society
,
‘I
am
hungry
;
will
you
have
the
goodness
to
produce
your
spoon
,
and
feed
me
?
’
Society
,
which
has
taken
upon
itself
the
general
arrangement
of
the
whole
system
of
spoons
,
and
professes
to
have
a
spoon
for
our
young
friend
,
does
not
produce
that
spoon
;
and
our
young
friend
,
therefore
,
says
‘You
really
must
excuse
me
if
I
seize
it.’
Now
,
this
appears
to
me
a
case
of
misdirected
energy
,
which
has
a
certain
amount
of
reason
in
it
,
and
a
certain
amount
of
romance
;
and
I
do
n't
know
but
what
I
should
be
more
interested
in
our
young
friend
,
as
an
illustration
of
such
a
case
,
than
merely
as
a
poor
vagabond
—
which
any
one
can
be
.
”
“
In
the
meantime
,
”
I
ventured
to
observe
,
“
he
is
getting
worse
.
”
“
In
the
meantime
,
”
said
Mr.
Skimpole
cheerfully
,
“
as
Miss
Summerson
,
with
her
practical
good
sense
,
observes
,
he
is
getting
worse
.
Therefore
I
recommend
your
turning
him
out
before
he
gets
still
worse
.
”
The
amiable
face
with
which
he
said
it
,
I
think
I
shall
never
forget
.
“
Of
course
,
little
woman
,
”
observed
my
guardian
,
turning
to
me
,
“
I
can
ensure
his
admission
into
the
proper
place
by
merely
going
there
to
enforce
it
,
though
it
's
a
bad
state
of
things
when
,
in
his
condition
,
that
is
necessary
.
But
it
's
growing
late
,
and
is
a
very
bad
night
,
and
the
boy
is
worn
out
already
.
There
is
a
bed
in
the
wholesome
loft-room
by
the
stable
;
we
had
better
keep
him
there
till
morning
,
when
he
can
be
wrapped
up
and
removed
.
We
'll
do
that
.
”
“
O
!
”
said
Mr.
Skimpole
,
with
his
hands
upon
the
keys
of
the
piano
,
as
we
moved
away
.
“
Are
you
going
back
to
our
young
friend
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
my
guardian
.
“
How
I
envy
you
your
constitution
,
Jarndyee
!
”
returned
Mr.
Skimpole
,
with
playful
admiration
.
“
You
do
n't
mind
these
things
,
neither
does
Miss
Summerson
.
You
are
ready
at
all
times
to
go
anywhere
,
and
do
anything
.
Such
is
Will
!
I
have
no
Will
at
all
—
and
no
Wo
n't
—
simply
Ca
n't
.
”
“
You
ca
n't
recommend
anything
for
the
boy
,
I
suppose
?
”
said
my
guardian
,
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
,
half
angrily
;
only
half
angrily
,
for
he
never
seemed
to
consider
Mr.
Skimpole
an
accountable
being
.
“
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
I
observed
a
bottle
of
cooling
medicine
in
his
pocket
,
and
it
's
impossible
for
him
to
do
better
than
take
it
.
You
can
tell
them
to
sprinkle
a
little
vinegar
about
the
place
where
he
sleeps
,
and
to
keep
it
moderately
cool
,
and
him
moderately
warm
.
But
it
is
mere
impertinence
in
me
to
offer
any
recommendation
.
Miss
Summerson
has
such
a
knowledge
of
detail
,
and
such
a
capacity
for
the
administration
of
detail
,
that
she
knows
all
about
it
.
”
We
went
back
into
the
hall
,
and
explained
to
Jo
what
we
proposed
to
do
,
which
Charley
explained
to
him
again
,
and
which
he
received
with
the
languid
unconcern
I
had
already
noticed
,
wearily
looking
on
at
what
was
done
,
as
if
it
were
for
somebody
else
.
The
servants
compassionating
his
miserable
state
,
and
being
very
anxious
to
help
,
we
soon
get
the
loft-room
ready
;
and
some
of
the
men
about
the
house
carried
him
across
the
wet
yard
,
well
wrapped
up
.
It
was
pleasant
to
observe
how
kind
they
were
to
him
,
and
how
there
appeared
to
be
a
general
impression
among
them
that
frequently
calling
him
“
Old
Chap
”
was
likely
to
revive
his
spirits
.
Charley
directed
the
operations
,
and
went
to
and
fro
between
the
loft-room
and
the
house
with
such
little
stimulants
and
comforts
as
we
thought
it
safe
to
give
him
.
My
guardian
himself
saw
him
before
he
was
left
for
the
night
,
and
reported
to
me
,
when
he
returned
to
the
Growlery
to
write
a
letter
on
the
boy
's
behalf
,
which
a
messenger
was
charged
to
deliver
at
daylight
in
the
morning
,
that
he
seemed
easier
,
and
inclined
to
sleep
.
They
had
fastened
his
door
on
the
outside
,
he
said
,
in
case
of
his
being
delirious
;
but
had
so
arranged
that
he
could
not
make
any
noise
without
being
heard
.
Ada
being
in
our
room
with
a
cold
,
Mr.
Skimpole
was
left
alone
all
this
time
,
and
entertained
himself
by
playing
snatches
of
pathetic
airs
,
and
sometimes
singing
to
them
(
as
we
heard
at
a
distance
)
with
great
expression
and
feeling
.
When
we
rejoined
him
in
the
drawing-room
he
said
he
would
give
us
a
little
ballad
,
which
had
come
into
his
head
,
“
apropos
of
our
young
friend
;
”
and
he
sang
one
about
a
Peasant
boy
,
“
Thrown
on
the
wide
world
,
doom
'd
to
wander
and
roam
,
Bereft
of
his
parents
,
bereft
of
a
home
.
”
—
quite
exquisitely
.
It
was
a
song
that
always
made
him
cry
,
he
told
us
.
He
was
extremely
gay
all
the
rest
of
the
evening
:
“
for
he
absolutely
chirped
,
”
those
were
his
delighted
words
;
“
when
he
thought
by
what
a
happy
talent
for
business
he
was
surrounded
.
”
He
gave
us
,
in
his
glass
of
negus
,
“
Better
health
to
our
young
friend
!
”
and
supposed
,
and
gaily
pursued
,
the
case
of
his
being
reserved
like
Whittington
to
become
Lord
Mayor
of
London
.
In
that
event
,
no
doubt
,
he
would
establish
the
Jarndyce
Institution
and
the
Summerson
Alms-houses
,
and
a
little
annual
Corporation
Pilgrimage
to
St.
Albans
.
He
had
no
doubt
,
he
said
,
that
our
young
friend
was
an
excellent
boy
in
his
way
,
but
his
way
was
not
the
Leonard
Skimpole
way
;
what
Leonard
Skimpole
was
,
Leonard
Skimpole
had
found
himself
,
to
his
considerable
surprise
,
when
he
first
made
his
own
acquaintance
;
he
had
accepted
himself
with
all
his
failings
,
and
had
thought
it
sound
philosophy
to
make
the
best
of
the
bargain
;
and
he
hoped
we
would
do
the
same
.
Charley
's
last
report
was
,
that
the
boy
was
quiet
.
I
could
see
,
from
my
window
,
the
lantern
they
had
left
him
burning
quietly
;
and
I
went
to
bed
very
happy
to
think
that
he
was
sheltered
.
There
was
more
movement
and
more
talking
than
usual
a
little
before
day-break
,
and
it
awoke
me
.
As
I
was
dressing
,
I
looked
out
of
my
window
,
and
asked
one
of
our
men
who
had
been
among
the
active
sympathisers
last
night
,
whether
there
was
anything
wrong
about
the
house
.
The
lantern
was
still
burning
in
the
loft-window
.
“
It
's
the
boy
,
miss
,
”
said
he
.
“
Is
he
worse
?
”
I
inquired
.
“
Gone
,
miss.
”
“
Dead
!
”
“
Dead
,
miss
?
No.
Gone
clean
off
.
”
At
what
time
of
the
night
he
had
gone
,
or
how
,
or
why
,
it
seemed
hopeless
ever
to
divine
.
The
door
remaining
as
it
had
been
left
,
and
the
lantern
standing
in
the
window
,
it
could
only
be
supposed
that
he
had
got
out
by
a
trap
in
the
floor
which
communicated
with
an
empty
cart-house
below
.
But
he
had
shut
it
down
again
,
if
that
were
so
;
and
it
looked
as
if
it
had
not
been
raised
.
Nothing
of
any
kind
was
missing
.
On
this
fact
being
clearly
ascertained
,
we
all
yielded
to
the
painful
belief
that
delirium
had
come
upon
him
in
the
night
,
and
that
,
allured
by
some
imaginary
object
,
or
pursued
by
some
imaginary
horror
,
he
had
strayed
away
in
that
worse
than
helpless
state
;
—
all
of
us
,
that
is
to
say
,
but
Mr.
Skimpole
,
who
repeatedly
suggested
,
in
his
usual
easy
light
style
,
that
it
had
occurred
to
our
young
friend
that
he
was
not
a
safe
inmate
,
having
a
bad
kind
of
fever
upon
him
;
and
that
he
had
,
with
great
natural
politeness
,
taken
himself
off
.
Every
possible
inquiry
was
made
,
and
every
place
was
searched
.
The
brick-kilns
were
examined
,
the
cottages
were
visited
,
the
two
women
were
particularly
questioned
,
but
they
knew
nothing
of
him
,
and
nobody
could
doubt
that
their
wonder
was
genuine
.
The
weather
had
for
some
time
been
too
wet
,
and
the
night
itself
had
been
too
wet
,
to
admit
of
any
tracing
by
footsteps
.
Hedge
and
ditch
,
and
wall
,
and
rick
and
stack
,
were
examined
by
our
men
for
a
long
distance
round
,
lest
the
boy
should
be
lying
in
such
a
place
insensible
or
dead
;
but
nothing
was
seen
to
indicate
that
he
had
ever
been
near
.
From
the
time
when
he
was
left
in
the
loft-room
,
he
vanished
.
The
search
continued
for
five
days
.
I
do
not
mean
that
it
ceased
,
even
then
;
but
that
my
attention
was
then
diverted
into
a
current
very
memorable
to
me
.
As
Charley
was
at
her
writing
again
in
my
room
in
the
evening
,
and
as
I
sat
opposite
to
her
at
work
,
I
felt
the
table
tremble
.
Looking
up
,
I
saw
my
little
maid
shivering
from
head
to
foot
.
“
Charley
,
”
said
I
,
“
are
you
so
cold
?
”
“
I
think
I
am
,
miss
,
”
she
replied
.
“
I
do
n't
know
what
it
is
.
I
ca
n't
hold
myself
still
.
I
felt
so
,
yesterday
;
at
about
this
same
time
,
miss.
Do
n't
be
uneasy
,
I
think
I
'm
ill.
”
I
heard
Ada
's
voice
outside
,
and
I
hurried
to
the
door
of
communication
between
my
room
and
our
pretty
sitting-room
,
and
locked
it
.
Just
in
time
,
for
she
tapped
at
it
while
my
hand
was
yet
upon
the
key
.
Ada
called
to
me
to
let
her
in
;
but
I
said
,
“
Not
now
,
my
dearest
.
Go
away
.
There
's
nothing
the
matter
;
I
will
come
to
you
presently
.
”
Ah
!
it
was
a
long
,
long
time
,
before
my
darling
girl
and
I
were
companions
again
.
Charley
fell
ill.
In
twelve
hours
she
was
very
ill.
I
moved
her
to
my
room
,
and
laid
her
in
my
bed
,
and
sat
down
quietly
to
nurse
her
.
I
told
my
guardian
all
about
it
,
and
why
I
felt
it
was
necessary
that
I
should
seclude
myself
,
and
my
reason
for
not
seeing
my
darling
above
all
.
At
first
she
came
very
often
to
the
door
,
and
called
to
me
,
and
even
reproached
me
with
sobs
and
tears
;
but
I
wrote
her
a
long
letter
,
saying
that
she
made
me
anxious
and
unhappy
,
and
imploring
her
,
as
she
loved
me
,
and
wished
my
mind
to
be
at
peace
,
to
come
no
nearer
than
the
garden
.
After
that
,
she
came
beneath
the
window
,
even
oftener
than
she
had
come
to
the
door
;
and
,
if
I
had
learnt
to
love
her
dear
sweet
voice
before
when
we
were
hardly
ever
apart
,
how
did
I
learn
to
love
it
then
,
when
I
stood
behind
the
window-curtain
listening
and
replying
,
but
not
so
much
as
looking
out
!
How
did
I
learn
to
love
it
afterwards
,
when
the
harder
time
came
!
They
put
a
bed
for
me
in
our
sitting-room
;
and
by
keeping
the
door
wide
open
,
I
turned
the
two
rooms
into
one
,
now
that
Ada
had
vacated
that
part
of
the
house
,
and
kept
them
always
fresh
and
airy
.
There
was
not
a
servant
,
in
or
about
the
house
,
but
was
so
good
that
they
would
all
most
gladly
have
come
to
me
at
any
hour
of
the
day
or
night
,
without
the
least
fear
or
unwillingness
;
but
I
thought
it
best
to
choose
one
worthy
woman
who
was
never
to
see
Ada
,
and
whom
I
could
trust
to
come
and
go
with
all
precaution
.
Through
her
means
,
I
got
out
to
take
the
air
with
my
guardian
,
when
there
was
no
fear
of
meeting
Ada
;
and
wanted
for
nothing
in
the
way
of
attendance
,
any
more
than
in
any
other
respect
.
And
thus
poor
Charley
sickened
,
and
grew
worse
,
and
fell
into
heavy
danger
of
death
,
and
lay
severely
ill
for
many
a
long
round
of
day
and
night
.
So
patient
she
was
,
so
uncomplaining
,
and
inspired
by
such
a
gentle
fortitude
,
that
very
often
as
I
sat
by
Charley
,
holding
her
head
in
my
arms
—
repose
would
come
to
her
,
so
,
when
it
would
come
to
her
in
no
other
attitude
—
I
silently
prayed
to
our
Father
in
heaven
that
I
might
not
forget
the
lesson
which
this
little
sister
taught
me
.
I
was
very
sorrowful
to
think
that
Charley
's
pretty
looks
would
change
and
be
disfigured
,
even
if
she
recovered
—
she
was
such
a
child
,
with
her
dimpled
face
—
but
that
thought
was
,
for
the
greater
part
,
lost
in
her
greater
peril
.
When
she
was
at
the
worst
,
and
her
mind
rambled
again
to
the
cares
of
her
father
's
sick
bed
,
and
the
little
children
,
she
still
knew
me
so
far
as
that
she
would
be
quiet
in
my
arms
when
she
could
lie
quiet
nowhere
else
,
and
murmur
out
the
wanderings
of
her
mind
less
restlessly
.
At
those
times
I
used
to
think
,
how
should
I
ever
tell
the
two
remaining
babies
that
the
baby
who
had
learned
of
her
faithful
heart
to
be
a
mother
to
them
in
their
need
,
was
dead
!
There
were
other
times
when
Charley
knew
me
well
,
and
talked
to
me
;
telling
me
that
she
sent
her
love
to
Tom
and
Emma
,
and
that
she
was
sure
Tom
would
grow
up
to
be
a
good
man
.
At
those
times
,
Charley
would
speak
to
me
of
what
she
had
read
to
her
father
as
well
as
she
could
,
to
comfort
him
;
of
that
young
man
carried
out
to
be
buried
,
who
was
the
only
son
of
his
mother
and
she
was
a
widow
;
of
the
ruler
's
daughter
raised
up
by
the
gracious
hand
upon
her
bed
of
death
.
And
Charley
told
me
that
when
her
father
died
,
she
had
kneeled
down
and
prayed
in
her
first
sorrow
that
he
likewise
might
be
raised
up
,
and
given
back
to
his
poor
children
;
and
that
if
she
should
never
get
better
,
and
should
die
too
,
she
thought
it
likely
that
it
might
come
into
Tom
's
mind
to
offer
the
same
prayer
for
her
.
Then
would
I
show
Tom
how
those
people
of
old
days
had
been
brought
back
to
life
on
earth
,
only
that
we
might
know
our
hope
to
be
restored
in
Heaven
!
But
of
all
the
various
times
there
were
in
Charley
's
illness
,
there
was
not
one
when
she
lost
the
gentle
qualities
I
have
spoken
of
.
And
there
were
many
,
many
,
when
I
thought
in
the
night
of
the
last
high
belief
in
the
watching
Angel
,
and
the
last
higher
trust
in
God
,
on
the
part
of
her
poor
despised
father
.
And
Charley
did
not
die
.
She
flutteringly
and
slowly
turned
the
dangerous
point
,
after
long
lingering
there
,
and
then
began
to
mend
.
The
hope
that
never
had
been
given
,
from
the
first
,
of
Charley
being
in
outward
appearance
Charley
any
more
,
soon
began
to
be
encouraged
;
and
even
that
prospered
,
and
I
saw
her
growing
into
her
old
childish
likeness
again
.
It
was
a
great
morning
,
when
I
could
tell
Ada
all
this
as
she
stood
out
in
the
garden
;
and
it
was
a
great
evening
,
when
Charley
and
I
at
last
took
tea
together
in
the
next
room
.
But
,
on
that
same
evening
,
I
felt
that
I
was
stricken
cold
.
Happily
for
both
of
us
,
it
was
not
until
Charley
was
safe
in
bed
again
and
placidly
asleep
,
that
I
began
to
think
the
contagion
of
her
illness
was
upon
me
.
I
had
been
able
easily
to
hide
what
I
had
felt
at
tea-time
,
but
I
was
past
that
already
now
,
and
I
knew
that
I
was
rapidly
following
in
Charley
's
steps
.
I
was
well
enough
,
however
,
to
be
up
early
in
the
morning
,
and
to
return
my
darling
's
cheerful
blessing
from
the
garden
,
and
to
talk
with
her
as
long
as
usual
.
But
I
was
not
free
from
an
impression
that
I
had
been
walking
about
the
two
rooms
in
the
night
,
a
little
beside
myself
,
though
knowing
where
I
was
;
and
I
felt
confused
at
times
—
with
a
curious
sense
of
fulness
,
as
if
I
were
becoming
too
large
altogether
.
In
the
evening
I
was
so
much
worse
,
that
I
resolved
to
prepare
Charley
;
with
which
view
,
I
said
“
You
're
getting
quite
strong
,
Charley
,
are
you
not
?
”
“
O
quite
!
”
said
Charley
.
“
Strong
enough
to
be
told
a
secret
,
I
think
,
Charley
?
”
“
Quite
strong
enough
for
that
,
miss
!
”
cried
Charley
.
But
Charley
's
face
fell
in
the
height
of
her
delight
,
for
she
saw
the
secret
in
my
face
;
and
she
came
out
of
the
great
chair
,
and
fell
upon
my
bosom
,
and
said
“
O
miss
,
it
's
my
doing
!
It
's
my
doing
!
”
and
a
great
deal
more
,
out
of
the
fulness
of
her
grateful
heart
.
“
Now
,
Charley
,
”
said
I
,
after
letting
her
go
on
for
a
little
while
,
“
if
I
am
to
be
ill
,
my
great
trust
,
humanly
speaking
,
is
in
you
.
And
unless
you
are
as
quiet
and
composed
for
me
,
as
you
always
were
