goingto
be
)
Richard
's
companion
back
to
London
,
I
had
done
no
good
by
coming
down
.
Admitting
this
to
myself
with
a
reluctant
heart
,
I
said
I
would
return
to
the
hotel
and
wait
until
he
joined
me
there
;
so
he
threw
a
cloak
over
his
shoulders
and
saw
me
to
the
gate
,
and
Charley
and
I
went
back
along
the
beach
.
There
was
a
concourse
of
people
in
one
spot
,
surrounding
some
naval
officers
who
were
landing
from
a
boat
,
and
pressing
about
them
with
unusual
interest
.
I
said
to
Charley
this
would
be
one
of
the
great
Indiaman
's
boats
now
,
and
we
stopped
to
look
.
The
gentlemen
came
slowly
up
from
the
waterside
,
speaking
good-humoredly
to
each
other
and
to
the
people
around
,
and
glancing
about
them
as
if
they
were
glad
to
be
in
England
again
.
“
Charley
,
Charley
!
”
said
I
,
“
come
away
!
”
And
I
hurried
on
so
swiftly
that
my
little
maid
was
surprised
.
It
was
not
until
we
were
shut
up
in
our
cabin-room
,
and
I
had
had
time
to
take
breath
,
that
I
began
to
think
why
I
had
made
such
haste
.
In
one
of
the
sun-burnt
faces
I
had
recognised
Mr.
Allan
Woodcourt
,
and
I
had
been
afraid
of
his
recognising
me
.
I
had
been
unwilling
that
he
should
see
my
altered
looks
.
I
had
been
taken
by
surprise
,
and
my
courage
had
quite
failed
me
.
But
I
knew
this
would
not
do
,
and
I
now
said
to
myself
,
“
My
dear
,
there
is
no
reason
—
there
is
and
there
can
be
no
reason
at
all
—
why
it
should
be
worse
for
you
now
,
than
it
ever
has
been
.
What
you
were
last
month
,
you
are
to-day
;
you
are
no
worse
,
you
are
no
better
.
This
is
not
your
resolution
;
call
it
up
,
Esther
,
call
it
up
!
”
I
was
in
a
great
tremble
—
with
running
—
and
at
first
was
quite
unable
to
calm
myself
;
but
I
got
better
,
and
I
was
very
glad
to
know
it
.
The
party
came
to
the
hotel
.
I
heard
them
speaking
on
the
staircase
.
I
was
sure
it
was
the
same
gentlemen
because
I
knew
their
voices
again
—
I
mean
I
knew
Mr.
Woodcourt
's
.
It
would
still
have
been
a
great
relief
to
me
to
have
gone
away
without
making
myself
known
,
but
I
was
determined
not
to
do
so
.
“
No
my
dear
,
no.
No
,
no
,
no
!
”
I
untied
my
bonnet
and
put
my
veil
half
up
—
I
think
I
mean
half
down
,
but
it
matters
very
little
—
and
wrote
on
one
of
my
cards
that
I
happened
to
be
there
with
Mr.
Richard
Carstone
;
and
I
sent
it
in
to
Mr.
Woodcourt
.
He
came
immediately
.
I
told
him
I
was
rejoiced
to
be
by
chance
among
the
first
to
welcome
him
home
to
England
.
And
I
saw
that
he
was
very
sorry
for
me
.
“
You
have
been
in
shipwreck
and
peril
since
you
left
us
,
Mr.
Woodcourt
,
”
said
I
,
“
but
we
can
hardly
call
that
a
misfortune
which
enabled
you
to
be
so
useful
and
so
brave
.
We
read
of
it
with
the
truest
interest
.
It
first
came
to
my
knowledge
through
your
old
patient
poor
Miss
Flite
,
when
I
was
recovering
from
my
severe
illness
.
”
“
Ah
!
little
Miss
Flite
!
”
he
said
.
“
She
lives
the
same
life
yet
?
”
“
Just
the
same
.
”
I
was
so
comfortable
with
myself
now
,
as
not
to
mind
the
veil
,
and
to
be
able
to
put
it
aside
.
“
Her
gratitude
to
you
,
Mr.
Woodcourt
,
is
delightful
.
She
is
a
most
affectionate
creature
,
as
I
have
reason
to
say
.
”
“
You
—
you
have
found
her
so
?
”
he
returned
.
“
I
—
I
am
glad
of
that
.
”
He
was
so
very
sorry
for
me
that
he
could
scarcely
speak
.
“
I
assure
you
,
”
said
I
,
“
that
I
was
deeply
touched
by
her
sympathy
and
pleasure
at
the
time
I
have
referred
to
.
”
“
I
was
grieved
to
hear
that
you
had
been
very
ill.
”
“
I
was
very
ill.
”
“
But
you
have
quite
recovered
?
”
“
I
have
quite
recovered
my
health
and
my
cheerfulness
,
”
said
I
.
“
You
know
how
good
my
guardian
is
,
and
what
a
happy
life
we
lead
;
and
I
have
everything
to
be
thankful
for
,
and
nothing
in
the
world
to
desire
.
”
I
felt
as
if
he
had
greater
commiseration
for
me
than
I
had
ever
had
for
myself
.
It
inspired
me
with
new
fortitude
,
and
new
calmness
,
to
find
that
it
was
I
who
was
under
the
necessity
of
reassuring
him
.
I
spoke
to
him
of
his
voyage
out
and
home
,
and
of
his
future
plans
,
and
of
his
probable
return
to
India
.
He
said
that
was
very
doubtful
.
He
had
not
found
himself
more
favoured
by
fortune
there
,
than
here
.
He
had
gone
out
a
poor
ship
's
surgeon
,
and
had
come
home
nothing
better
.
While
we
were
talking
,
and
when
I
was
glad
to
believe
that
I
had
alleviated
(
if
I
may
use
such
a
term
)
the
shock
he
had
had
in
seeing
me
,
Richard
came
in
.
He
had
heard
down-stairs
who
was
with
me
,
and
they
met
with
cordial
pleasure
.
I
saw
that
after
their
first
greetings
were
over
,
and
when
they
spoke
of
Richard
's
career
,
Mr.
Woodcourt
had
a
perception
that
all
was
not
going
well
with
him
.
He
frequently
glanced
at
his
face
,
as
if
there
were
something
in
it
that
gave
him
pain
;
and
more
than
once
he
looked
towards
me
,
as
though
he
sought
to
ascertain
whether
I
knew
what
the
truth
was
.
Yet
Richard
was
in
one
of
his
sanguine
states
,
and
in
good
spirits
;
and
was
thoroughly
pleased
to
see
Mr.
Woodcourt
again
,
whom
he
had
always
liked
.
Richard
proposed
that
we
all
should
go
to
London
together
;
but
Mr.
Woodcourt
having
to
remain
by
his
ship
a
little
longer
,
could
not
join
us
.
He
dined
with
us
,
however
,
at
an
early
hour
;
and
became
so
much
more
like
what
he
used
to
be
,
that
I
was
still
more
at
peace
to
think
I
had
been
able
to
soften
his
regrets
.
Yet
his
mind
was
not
relieved
of
Richard
.
When
the
coach
was
almost
ready
,
and
Richard
ran
down
to
look
after
his
luggage
,
he
spoke
to
me
about
him
.
I
was
not
sure
that
I
had
a
right
to
lay
his
whole
story
open
;
but
I
referred
in
a
few
words
to
his
estrangement
from
Mr.
Jarndyce
,
and
to
his
being
entangled
in
the
ill-fated
Chancery
suit
.
Mr.
Woodcourt
listened
with
interest
and
expressed
his
regret
.
“
I
saw
you
observe
him
rather
closely
,
”
said
I
.
“
Do
you
think
him
so
changed
?
”
“
He
is
changed
,
”
he
returned
,
shaking
his
head
.
I
felt
the
blood
rush
into
my
face
for
the
first
time
,
but
it
was
only
an
instantaneous
emotion
.
I
turned
my
head
aside
,
and
it
was
gone
.
“
It
is
not
,
”
said
Mr.
Woodcourt
,
“
his
being
so
much
younger
or
older
,
or
thinner
or
fatter
,
or
paler
or
ruddier
,
as
there
being
upon
his
face
such
a
singular
expression
.
I
never
saw
so
remarkable
a
look
in
a
young
person
.
One
cannot
say
that
it
is
all
anxiety
,
or
all
weariness
;
yet
it
is
both
,
and
like
ungrown
despair
.
”
“
You
do
not
think
he
is
ill
?
”
said
I
.
No.
He
looked
robust
in
body
.
“
That
he
cannot
be
at
peace
in
mind
,
we
have
too
much
reason
to
know
,
”
I
proceeded
.
“
Mr.
Woodcourt
,
you
are
going
to
London
?
”
“
To-morrow
or
the
next
day
.
”
“
There
is
nothing
Richard
wants
so
much
,
as
a
friend
.
He
always
liked
you
.
Pray
see
him
when
you
get
there
.
Pray
help
him
sometimes
with
your
companionship
,
if
you
can
.
You
do
not
know
of
what
service
it
might
be
.
You
cannot
think
how
Ada
,
and
Mr.
Jarndyce
,
and
even
I
—
how
we
should
all
thank
you
,
Mr.
Woodcourt
!
”
“
Miss
Summerson
,
”
he
said
,
more
moved
than
he
had
been
from
the
first
,
“
before
Heaven
,
I
will
be
a
true
friend
to
him
!
I
will
accept
him
as
a
trust
,
and
it
shall
be
a
sacred
one
!
”
“
God
bless
you
!
”
said
I
,
with
my
eyes
filling
fast
;
but
I
thought
they
might
,
when
it
was
not
for
myself
.
“
Ada
loves
him
—
we
all
love
him
,
but
Ada
loves
him
as
we
cannot
.
I
will
tell
her
what
you
say
.
Thank
you
,
and
God
bless
you
,
in
her
name
!
”
Richard
came
back
as
we
finished
exchanging
these
hurried
words
,
and
gave
me
his
arm
to
take
me
to
the
coach
.
“
Woodcourt
,
”
he
said
,
unconscious
with
what
application
,
“
pray
let
us
meet
in
London
!
”
“
Meet
?
”
returned
the
other
.
“
I
have
scarcely
a
friend
there
,
now
,
but
you
.
Where
shall
I
find
you
?
”
“
Why
,
I
must
get
a
lodging
of
some
sort
,
”
said
Richard
,
pondering
.
“
Say
at
Vholes
's
,
Symond
's
Inn
.
”
“
Good
!
Without
loss
of
time
.
”
They
shook
hands
heartily
.
When
I
was
seated
in
the
coach
,
and
Richard
was
yet
standing
in
the
street
,
Mr.
Woodcourt
laid
his
friendly
hand
on
Richard
's
shoulder
,
and
looked
at
me
.
I
understood
him
,
and
waved
mine
in
thanks
.
And
in
his
last
look
as
we
drove
away
,
I
saw
that
he
was
very
sorry
for
me
.
I
was
glad
to
see
it
.
I
felt
for
my
old
self
as
the
dead
may
feel
if
they
ever
revisit
these
scenes
.
I
was
glad
to
be
tenderly
remembered
,
to
be
gently
pitied
,
not
to
be
quite
forgotten
.
CHAPTER
XLVI
.
STOP
HIM
!
DARKNESS
rests
upon
Tom-all-Alone
's
.
Dilating
and
dilating
since
the
sun
went
down
last
night
,
it
has
gradually
swollen
until
it
fills
every
void
in
the
place
.
For
a
time
there
were
some
dungeon
lights
burning
,
as
the
lamp
of
Life
burns
in
Tom-all-Alone
's
,
heavily
,
heavily
,
in
the
nauseous
air
,
and
winking
—
as
that
lamp
,
too
,
winks
in
Tom-all-Alone
's
—
at
many
horrible
things
.
But
they
are
blotted
out
.
The
moon
has
eyed
Tom
with
a
dull
cold
stare
,
as
admitting
some
puny
emulation
of
herself
in
his
desert
region
unfit
for
life
and
blasted
by
volcanic
fires
;
but
she
has
passed
on
,
and
is
gone
.
The
blackest
nightmare
in
the
infernal
stables
grazes
on
Tom-all-Alone
's
,
and
Tom
is
fast
asleep
.
Much
mighty
speech-making
there
has
been
,
both
in
and
out
of
Parliament
,
concerning
Tom
,
and
much
wrathful
disputation
how
Tom
shall
be
got
right
.
Whether
he
shall
be
put
into
the
main
road
by
constables
,
or
by
beadles
,
or
by
bell-ringing
,
or
by
force
of
figures
,
or
by
correct
principles
of
taste
,
or
by
high
church
,
or
by
low
church
,
or
by
no
church
;
whether
he
shall
be
set
to
splitting
trusses
of
polemical
straws
with
the
crooked
knife
of
his
mind
,
or
whether
he
shall
be
put
to
stone-breaking
instead
.
In
the
midst
of
which
dust
and
noise
,
there
is
but
one
thing
perfectly
clear
,
to
wit
,
that
Tom
only
may
and
can
,
or
shall
and
will
,
be
reclaimed
according
to
somebody
's
theory
but
nobody
's
practice
.
And
in
the
hopeful
meantime
,
Tom
goes
to
perdition
head
foremost
in
his
old
determined
spirit
.
But
he
has
his
revenge
.
Even
the
winds
are
his
messengers
,
and
they
serve
him
in
these
hours
of
darkness
.
There
is
not
a
drop
of
Tom
's
corrupted
blood
but
propagates
infection
and
contagion
somewhere
.
It
shall
pollute
,
this
very
night
,
the
choice
stream
(
in
which
chemists
on
analysis
would
find
the
genuine
nobility
)
of
a
Norman
house
,
and
his
Grace
shall
not
be
able
to
say
Nay
to
the
infamous
alliance
.
There
is
not
an
atom
of
Tom
's
slime
,
not
a
cubic
inch
of
any
pestilential
gas
in
which
he
lives
,
not
one
obscenity
or
degradation
about
him
,
not
an
ignorance
,
not
a
wickedness
,
not
a
brutality
of
his
committing
,
but
shall
work
its
retribution
,
through
every
order
of
society
,
up
to
the
proudest
of
the
proud
,
and
to
the
highest
of
the
high
.
Verily
,
what
with
tainting
,
plundering
,
and
spoiling
,
Tom
has
his
revenge
.
It
is
a
moot
point
whether
Tom-all-Alone
's
be
uglier
by
day
or
by
night
;
but
on
the
argument
that
the
more
that
is
seen
of
it
the
more
shocking
it
must
be
,
and
that
no
part
of
it
left
to
the
imagination
is
at
all
likely
to
be
made
so
bad
as
the
reality
,
day
carries
it
.
The
day
begins
to
break
now
;
and
in
truth
it
might
be
better
for
the
national
glory
even
that
the
sun
should
sometimes
set
upon
the
British
dominions
,
than
that
it
should
ever
rise
upon
so
vile
a
wonder
as
Tom
.
A
brown
sunburnt
gentleman
,
who
appears
in
some
inaptitude
for
sleep
to
be
wandering
abroad
rather
than
counting
the
hours
on
a
restless
pillow
,
strolls
hitherward
at
this
quiet
time
.
Attracted
by
curiosity
,
he
often
pauses
and
looks
about
him
,
up
and
down
the
miserable
byways
.
Nor
is
he
merely
curious
,
for
in
his
bright
dark
eye
there
is
compassionate
interest
;
and
as
he
looks
here
and
there
,
he
seems
to
understand
such
wretchedness
,
and
to
have
studied
it
before
.
On
the
banks
of
the
stagnant
channel
of
mud
which
is
the
main
street
of
Tom-all-Alone
's
,
nothing
is
to
be
seen
but
the
crazy
houses
,
shut
up
and
silent
.
No
waking
creature
save
himself
appears
,
except
in
one
direction
where
he
sees
the
solitary
figure
of
a
woman
sitting
on
a
doorstep
.
He
walks
that
way
.
Approaching
,
he
observes
that
she
has
journeyed
a
long
distance
,
and
is
footsore
and
travel-stained
.
She
sits
on
the
doorstep
in
the
manner
of
one
who
is
waiting
,
with
her
elbow
or
her
knee
and
her
head
upon
her
hand
.
Beside
her
is
a
canvas
bag
,
or
bundle
,
she
has
carried
.
She
is
dozing
probably
,
for
she
gives
no
heed
to
his
steps
as
he
comes
towards
her
.
The
broken
footway
is
so
narrow
,
that
when
Allan
Woodcourt
comes
to
where
the
woman
sits
,
he
has
to
turn
into
the
road
to
pass
her
.
Looking
down
at
her
face
,
his
eye
meets
hers
,
and
he
stops
.
“
What
is
the
matter
?
”
“
Nothing
,
sir
.
”
“
Ca
n't
you
make
them
hear
?
Do
you
want
to
be
let
in
?
”
“
I
'm
waiting
till
they
get
up
at
another
house
—
a
lodging-house
—
not
here
,
”
the
woman
patiently
returns
.
“
I
'm
waiting
here
because
there
will
be
sun
here
presently
to
warm
me
.
”
“
I
am
afraid
you
are
tired
.
I
am
sorry
to
see
you
sitting
in
the
street
.
”
“
Thank
you
,
sir
.
It
do
n't
matter
.
”
A
habit
in
him
of
speaking
to
the
poor
,
and
of
avoiding
patronage
or
condescension
,
or
childishness
(
which
is
the
favorite
device
,
many
people
deeming
it
quite
a
subtlety
to
talk
to
them
like
little
spelling
books
)
,
has
put
him
on
good
terms
with
the
woman
easily
.
“
Let
me
look
at
your
forehead
,
”
he
says
,
bending
down
.
“
I
am
a
doctor
.
Do
n't
be
afraid
.
I
would
n't
hurt
you
for
the
world
.
”
He
knows
that
by
touching
her
with
his
skilful
and
accustomed
hand
,
he
can
soothe
her
yet
more
readily
.
She
makes
a
slight
objection
,
saying
,
“
It
's
nothing
;
”
but
he
has
scarcely
laid
his
fingers
on
the
wounded
place
when
she
lifts
it
up
to
the
light
.
“
Aye
!
A
bad
bruise
,
and
the
skin
sadly
broken
.
This
must
be
very
sore
.
”
“
It
do
ache
a
little
,
sir
,
”
returns
the
woman
,
with
a
started
tear
upon
her
cheek
.
“
Let
me
try
to
make
it
more
comfortable
.
My
handkerchief
wo
n't
hurt
you
.
”
“
O
dear
no
sir
,
I
'm
sure
of
that
!
”
He
cleanses
the
injured
place
and
dries
it
;
and
having
carefully
examined
it
and
gently
pressed
it
with
the
palm
of
his
hand
,
takes
a
small
case
from
his
pocket
,
dresses
it
,
and
binds
it
up
.
While
he
is
thus
employed
,
he
says
,
after
laughing
at
his
establishing
a
surgery
in
the
street
:
“
And
so
your
husband
is
a
brickmaker
?
”
“
How
do
you
know
that
,
sir
?
”
asks
the
woman
,
astonished
.
“
Why
,
I
suppose
so
,
from
the
color
of
the
clay
upon
your
bag
and
on
your
dress
.
And
I
know
brickmakers
go
about
working
at
piecework
in
different
places
.
And
I
am
sorry
to
say
I
have
known
them
cruel
to
their
wives
too
.
”
The
woman
hastily
lifts
up
her
eyes
as
if
she
would
deny
that
her
injury
is
referable
to
such
a
cause
.
But
feeling
the
hand
upon
her
forehead
,
and
seeing
his
busy
and
composed
face
,
she
quietly
drops
them
again
.
“
Where
is
he
now
?
”
asks
the
surgeon
.
“
He
got
into
trouble
last
night
,
sir
;
but
he
'll
look
for
me
at
the
lodging-house
.
”
“
He
will
get
into
worse
trouble
if
he
often
misuses
his
large
and
heavy
hand
as
he
has
misused
it
here
.
But
you
forgive
him
,
brutal
as
he
is
,
and
I
say
no
more
of
him
,
except
that
I
wish
he
deserved
it
.
You
have
no
young
child
?
”
The
woman
shakes
her
head
.
“
One
as
I
calls
mine
,
sir
,
but
it
's
Liz
's
.
”
“
Your
own
is
dead
.
I
see
!
Poor
little
thing
!
”
By
this
time
he
has
finished
,
and
is
putting
up
his
case
.
“
I
suppose
you
have
some
settled
home
.
Is
it
far
from
here
?
”
he
asks
,
good-humoredly
making
light
of
what
he
has
done
,
as
she
gets
up
and
curtseys
.
“
It
's
a
good
two
or
three-and-twenty
mile
from
here
,
sir
.
At
Saint
Albans
.
You
know
Saint
Albans
,
sir
?
I
thought
you
gave
a
start
like
,
as
if
you
did
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
know
something
of
it
.
And
now
I
will
ask
you
a
question
in
return
.
Have
you
money
for
your
lodging
?
”
“
Yes
,
sir
,
”
she
says
,
“
really
and
truly
.
”
And
she
shows
it
.
He
tells
her
,
in
acknowledgment
of
her
many
subdued
thanks
,
that
she
is
very
welcome
,
gives
her
good
day
,
and
walks
away
.
Tom-all-Alone
's
is
still
asleep
,
and
nothing
is
astir
.
Yes
,
something
is
!
As
he
retraces
his
way
to
the
point
from
which
he
descried
the
woman
at
a
distance
sitting
on
the
step
,
he
sees
a
ragged
figure
coming
very
cautiously
along
,
crouching
close
to
the
soiled
walls
—
which
the
wretchedest
figure
might
as
well
avoid
—
and
furtively
thrusting
a
hand
before
it
.
It
is
the
figure
of
a
youth
,
whose
face
is
hollow
,
and
whose
eyes
have
an
emaciated
glare
.
He
is
so
intent
on
getting
along
unseen
,
that
even
the
apparition
of
a
stranger
in
whole
garments
does
not
tempt
him
to
look
back
.
He
shades
his
face
with
his
ragged
elbow
as
he
passes
on
the
other
side
of
the
way
,
and
goes
shrinking
and
creeping
on
,
with
his
anxious
hand
before
him
,
and
his
shapeless
clothes
hanging
in
shreds
.
Clothes
made
for
what
purpose
,
or
of
what
material
,
it
would
be
impossible
to
say
.
They
look
,
in
color
and
in
substance
,
like
a
bundle
of
rank
leaves
of
swampy
growth
,
that
rotted
long
ago
.
Allan
Woodcourt
pauses
to
look
after
him
and
note
all
this
,
with
a
shadowy
belief
that
he
has
seen
the
boy
before
.
He
cannot
recall
how
,
or
where
;
but
there
is
some
association
in
his
mind
with
such
a
form
.
He
imagines
that
he
must
have
seen
it
in
some
hospital
or
refuge
;
still
,
cannot
make
out
why
it
comes
with
any
special
force
on
his
remembrance
.
He
is
gradually
emerging
from
Tom-all-Alone
's
in
the
morning
light
,
thinking
about
it
,
when
he
hears
running
feet
behind
him
;
and
looking
round
,
sees
the
boy
scouring
towards
him
at
great
speed
,
followed
by
the
woman
.
“
Stop
him
,
stop
him
!
”
cries
the
woman
,
almost
breathless
.
“
Stop
him
,
sir
!
”
He
darts
across
the
road
into
the
boy
's
path
,
but
the
boy
is
quicker
than
he
—
makes
a
curve
—
ducks
—
dives
under
his
hands
—
comes
up
half-a-dozen
yards
beyond
him
,
and
scours
away
again
.
Still
,
the
woman
follows
,
crying
,
“
Stop
him
,
sir
,
pray
stop
him
!
”
Allan
,
not
knowing
but
that
he
has
just
robbed
her
of
her
money
,
follows
in
chase
,
and
runs
so
hard
,
that
he
runs
the
boy
down
a
dozen
times
;
but
each
time
he
repeats
the
curve
,
the
duck
,
the
dive
,
and
scours
away
again
.
To
strike
at
him
,
on
any
of
these
occasions
,
would
be
to
fell
and
disable
him
;
but
the
pursuer
cannot
resolve
to
do
that
;
and
so
the
grimly
ridiculous
pursuit
continues
.
At
last
the
fugitive
,
hard-pressed
,
takes
to
a
narrow
passage
,
and
a
court
which
has
no
thoroughfare
.
Here
,
against
a
hoarding
of
decaying
timber
,
he
is
brought
to
bay
,
and
tumbles
down
,
lying
gasping
at
his
pursuer
,
who
stands
and
gasps
at
him
until
the
woman
comes
up
.
“
O
you
,
Jo
!
”
cries
the
woman
.
“
What
?
I
have
found
you
at
last
!
’
“
Jo
,
”
repeats
Allan
,
looking
at
him
with
attention
,
“
Jo
!
Stay
.
To
be
sure
!
I
recollect
this
lad
some
time
ago
being
brought
before
the
coroner
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
see
you
once
afore
at
the
Inkwhich
,
”
whimpers
Jo
.
“
What
of
that
?
Ca
n't
you
never
let
such
an
unfortnet
as
me
alone
?
A
n't
I
unfortnet
enough
for
you
yet
?
How
unfortnet
do
you
want
me
fur
to
be
?
I
've
been
a
chivied
and
a
chivied
,
fust
by
one
on
you
and
nixt
by
another
on
you
,
till
I
'm
worrited
to
skins
and
bones
.
The
Inkwhich
war
n't
my
fault
.
I
done
nothink
.
He
wos
wery
good
to
me
,
he
wos
;
he
wos
the
only
one
I
knowed
to
speak
to
,
as
ever
come
across
my
crossing
.
It
a
n't
wery
likely
I
should
want
him
to
be
Inkwhich
'd
.
I
only
wish
I
wos
,
myself
.
I
do
n't
know
why
I
do
n't
go
and
make
a
hole
in
the
water
,
I
'm
sure
I
do
n't
.
”
He
says
it
with
such
a
pitiable
air
,
and
his
grimy
tears
appear
so
real
,
and
he
lies
in
the
corner
up
against
the
hoarding
so
like
a
growth
of
fungus
or
any
unwholesome
excrescence
produced
there
in
neglect
and
impurity
,
that
Allan
Woodcourt
is
softened
towards
him
.
He
says
to
the
woman
,
“
Miserable
creature
,
what
has
he
done
?
”
To
which
she
only
replies
,
shaking
her
head
at
the
prostrate
figure
more
amazedly
than
angrily
:
“
O
you
Jo
,
you
Jo
.
I
have
found
you
at
last
!
”
“
What
has
he
done
?
”
says
Allan
.
“
Has
he
robbed
you
?
”
“
No
sir
,
no.
Robbed
me
?
He
did
nothing
but
what
was
kind-hearted
by
me
,
and
that
's
the
wonder
of
it
.
”
Allan
looks
from
Jo
to
the
woman
,
and
from
the
woman
to
Jo
,
waiting
for
one
of
them
to
unravel
the
riddle
.
“
But
he
was
along
with
me
,
sir
,
”
says
the
woman
,
—
“
O
you
Jo
!
—
he
was
along
with
me
,
sir
,
down
at
Saint
Albans
,
ill
,
and
a
young
lady
Lord
bless
her
for
a
good
friend
to
me
took
pity
on
him
when
I
durst
n't
,
and
took
him
home
—
”
Allan
shrinks
back
from
him
with
a
sudden
horror
.
“
Yes
sir
,
yes
.
Took
him
home
,
and
made
him
comfortable
,
and
like
a
thankless
monster
he
ran
away
in
the
night
,
and
never
has
been
seen
or
heard
of
since
,
till
I
set
eyes
on
him
just
now
.
And
that
young
lady
that
was
such
a
pretty
dear
,
caught
his
illness
,
lost
her
beautiful
looks
,
and
would
n't
hardly
be
known
for
the
same
young
lady
now
,
if
it
was
n't
for
her
angel
temper
,
and
her
pretty
shape
,
and
her
sweet
voice
.
Do
you
know
it
?
You
ungrateful
wretch
,
do
you
know
that
this
is
all
along
of
you
and
of
her
goodness
to
you
?
”
demands
the
woman
,
beginning
to
rage
at
him
as
she
recalls
it
,
and
breaking
into
passionate
tears
.
The
boy
,
in
rough
sort
stunned
by
what
he
hears
,
falls
to
smearing
his
dirty
forehead
with
his
dirty
palm
,
and
to
staring
at
the
ground
,
and
to
shaking
from
head
to
foot
until
the
crazy
hoarding
against
which
he
leans
,
rattles
.
Allan
restrains
the
woman
,
merely
by
a
quiet
gesture
,
but
effectually
.
“
Richard
told
me
,
”
he
falters
,
“
—
I
mean
,
I
have
heard
of
this
—
do
n't
mind
me
for
a
moment
,
I
will
speak
presently
.
”
He
turns
away
,
and
stands
for
a
while
looking
out
at
the
covered
passage
.
When
he
comes
back
,
he
has
recovered
his
composure
;
except
that
he
contends
against
an
avoidance
of
the
boy
,
which
is
so
very
remarkable
,
that
it
absorbs
the
woman
's
attention
.
“
You
hear
what
she
says
.
But
get
up
,
get
up
!
”
Jo
,
shaking
and
chattering
,
slowly
rises
,
and
stands
,
after
the
manner
of
his
tribe
in
a
difficulty
,
sideways
against
the
hoarding
,
resting
one
of
his
high
shoulders
against
it
,
and
covertly
rubbing
his
right
hand
over
his
left
,
and
his
left
foot
over
his
right
.
“
You
hear
what
she
says
,
and
I
know
it
's
true
.
Have
you
been
here
ever
since
?
”
“
Wishermaydie
if
I
seen
Tom-all-alone
's
till
this
blessed
morning
,
”
replies
Jo
,
hoarsely
.
“
Why
have
you
come
here
now
?
”
Jo
looks
all
round
the
confined
court
,
looks
at
his
questioner
no
higher
than
the
knees
,
and
finally
answers
:
“
I
do
n't
know
how
to
do
nothing
,
and
I
ca
n't
get
nothing
to
do
.
I
'm
wery
poor
and
ill
,
and
I
thought
I
'd
come
back
here
when
there
war
n't
nobody
about
,
and
lay
down
and
hide
somewheres
as
I
knows
on
till
arter
dark
,
and
then
go
and
beg
a
trifle
of
Mr.
Sangsby
.
He
wos
allus
willin
fur
to
give
me
somethink
he
wos
,
though
Mrs.
Sangsby
she
was
allus
a
chivying
on
me
—
like
everybody
everywheres
.
”
“
Where
have
you
come
from
?
”
Jo
looks
all
round
the
court
again
,
looks
at
his
questioner
's
knees
again
,
and
concludes
by
laying
his
profile
against
the
hoarding
in
a
sort
of
resignation
.
“
Did
you
hear
me
ask
you
where
you
have
come
from
?
”
“
Tramp
then
,
”
says
Jo
.
“
Now
,
tell
me
,
”
proceeds
Allan
,
making
a
strong
effort
to
overcome
his
repugnance
,
going
very
near
to
him
,
and
leaning
over
him
with
an
expression
of
confidence
,
“
tell
me
how
it
came
about
that
you
left
that
house
,
when
the
good
young
lady
had
been
so
unfortunate
as
to
pity
you
,
and
take
you
home
.
”
Jo
suddenly
comes
out
of
his
resignation
,
and
excitedly
declares
,
addressing
the
woman
,
that
he
never
known
about
the
young
lady
,
that
he
never
heern
about
it
,
that
he
never
went
fur
to
hurt
her
,
that
he
would
sooner
have
hurt
his
own
self
,
that
he
'd
sooner
have
had
his
unfortnet
ed
chopped
off
than
ever
gone
a-nigh
her
,
and
that
she
wos
wery
good
to
him
,
she
wos
.
Conducting
himself
throughout
as
if
in
his
poor
fashion
he
really
meant
it
,
and
winding
up
with
some
very
miserable
sobs
.
Allan
Woodcourt
sees
that
this
is
not
a
sham
.
He
constrains
himself
to
touch
him
.
“
Come
,
Jo
.
Tell
me
.
”
“
No.
I
dust
n't
,
”
says
Jo
,
relapsing
into
the
profile
state
.
“
I
dust
n't
,
or
I
would
.
”
“
But
I
must
know
,
”
returns
the
other
,
“
all
the
same
.
Come
,
Jo
.
”
After
two
or
three
such
adjurations
,
Jo
lifts
up
his
head
again
,
looks
round
the
court
again
,
and
says
in
a
low
voice
,
“
Well
,
I
'll
tell
you
somethink
.
I
was
took
away
.
There
!
”
“
Took
away
?
In
the
night
?
”
“
Ah
!
”
Very
apprehensive
of
being
overheard
,
Jo
looks
about
him
,
and
even
glances
up
some
ten
feet
at
the
top
of
the
hoarding
,
and
through
the
cracks
in
it
,
lest
the
object
of
his
distrust
should
be
looking
over
,
or
hidden
on
the
other
side
.
“
Who
took
you
away
?
”
“
I
dust
n't
name
him
,
”
says
Jo
.
“
I
dust
n't
do
it
,
sir
.
”
“
But
I
want
,
in
the
young
lady
's
name
,
to
know
.
You
may
trust
me
.
No
one
else
shall
hear
.
”
“
Ah
,
but
I
do
n't
know
,
”
replies
Jo
,
shaking
his
head
fearfully
,
“
as
he
do
n't
hear
.
”
“
Why
,
he
is
not
in
this
place
.
”
“
Oh
,
ai
n't
he
though
?
”
says
Jo
.
“
He
's
in
all
manner
of
places
,
all
at
wunst
.
”
Allan
looks
at
him
in
perplexity
,
but
discovers
some
real
meaning
and
good
faith
at
the
bottom
of
this
bewildering
reply
.
He
patiently
awaits
an
explicit
answer
;
and
Jo
,
more
baffled
by
his
patience
than
by
anything
else
,
at
last
desperately
whispers
a
name
in
his
ear
.
“
Aye
!
”
says
Allan
.
“
Why
,
what
had
you
been
doing
?
”
“
Nothing
,
sir
.
Never
done
nothink
to
get
myself
into
no
trouble
,
'
sept
in
not
moving
on
and
the
Inkwhich
.
But
I
'm
a
moving
on
now
.
I
'm
a
moving
on
to
the
berryin
ground
—
that
's
the
move
as
I
'm
up
to
.
”
“
No
,
no
,
we
will
try
to
prevent
that
.
But
what
did
he
do
with
you
?
”
“
Put
me
in
a
horsepittle
,
”
replied
Jo
,
whispering
,
“
till
I
was
discharged
,
then
giv
me
a
little
money
—
four
half
bulls
,
wot
you
may
call
halfcrowns
—
and
ses
‘Hook
it
!
Nobody
wants
you
here
,
’
he
ses
.
‘You
hook
it
.
You
go
and
tramp
,
’
he
ses
.
‘You
move
on
,
’
he
ses
.
‘Do
n't
let
me
ever
see
you
nowheres
within
forty
mile
of
London
,
or
you
'll
repent
it.’
So
I
shall
,
if
ever
he
doos
see
me
,
and
he
'll
see
me
if
I
'm
above
ground
,
”
concludes
Jo
,
nervously
repeating
all
his
former
precautions
and
investigations
.
Allan
considers
a
little
;
then
remarks
,
turning
to
the
woman
,
but
keeping
an
encouraging
eye
on
Jo
;
“
He
is
not
so
ungrateful
as
you
supposed
.
He
had
a
reason
for
going
away
,
though
it
was
an
insufficient
one
.
”
“
Thank'ee
,
sir
,
thank'ee
!
”
exclaims
Jo
.
“
There
now
!
See
how
hard
you
wos
upon
me
.
But
ony
you
tell
the
young
lady
wot
the
genlmn
ses
,
and
it
's
all
right
.
For
you
wos
wery
good
to
me
too
,
and
I
knows
it
.
”
“
Now
,
Jo
,
”
says
Allan
,
keeping
his
eye
upon
him
,
“
come
with
me
,
and
I
will
find
you
a
better
place
than
this
to
lie
down
and
hide
in
.
If
I
take
one
side
of
the
way
and
you
the
other
,
to
avoid
observation
,
you
will
not
run
away
,
I
know
very
well
,
if
you
make
me
a
promise
.
”
“
I
wo
n't
,
not
unless
I
wos
to
see
him
a
coming
,
sir
.
”
“
Very
well
.
I
take
your
word
.
Half
the
town
is
getting
up
by
this
time
,
and
the
whole
town
will
be
broad
awake
in
another
hour
.
Come
along
.
Good
day
again
,
my
good
woman
.
”
“
Good
day
again
,
sir
,
and
I
thank
you
kindly
many
times
again
.
”
She
has
been
sitting
on
her
bag
,
deeply
attentive
,
and
now
rises
and
takes
it
up
.
Jo
,
repeating
,
“
Ony
you
tell
the
young
lady
as
I
never
went
fur
to
hurt
her
and
wot
the
genlmn
ses
!
”
nods
and
shambles
and
shivers
,
and
smears
and
blinks
,
and
half
laughs
and
half
cries
,
a
farewell
to
her
,
and
takes
his
creeping
way
along
after
Allan
Woodcourt
,
close
to
the
houses
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
street
.
In
this
order
,
the
two
come
up
out
of
Tom-all-Alone
's
into
the
broad
rays
of
the
sunlight
and
the
purer
air
.
CHAPTER
XLVII
.
JO
'S
WILL
.
As
Allan
Woodcourt
and
Jo
proceed
along
the
streets
,
where
the
high
church
spires
and
the
distances
are
so
near
and
clear
in
the
morning
light
that
the
city
itself
seems
renewed
by
rest
,
Allan
revolves
in
his
mind
how
and
where
he
shall
bestow
his
companion
.
“
It
surely
is
a
strange
fact
,
”
he
considers
,
“
that
in
the
heart
of
a
civilised
world
this
creature
in
human
form
should
be
more
difficult
to
dispose
of
than
an
unowned
dog
.
”
But
it
is
none
the
less
a
fact
because
of
its
strangeness
,
and
the
difficulty
remains
.
At
first
,
he
looks
behind
him
often
,
to
assure
himself
that
Jo
is
still
really
following
.
But
,
look
where
he
will
,
he
still
beholds
him
close
to
the
opposite
houses
,
making
his
way
with
his
wary
hand
from
brick
to
brick
and
from
door
to
door
,
and
often
,
as
he
creeps
along
,
glancing
over
at
him
,
watchfully
.
Soon
satisfied
that
the
last
thing
in
his
thoughts
is
to
give
him
the
slip
,
Allan
goes
on
;
considering
with
a
less
divided
attention
what
he
shall
do
.
A
breakfast-stall
at
a
street
corner
suggests
the
first
thing
to
be
done
.
He
stops
there
,
looks
round
,
and
beckons
Jo
.
Jo
crosses
,
and
comes
halting
and
shuffling
up
,
slowly
scooping
the
knuckles
of
his
right
hand
round
and
round
in
the
hollowed
palm
of
his
left
—
kneading
dirt
with
a
natural
pestle
and
mortar
.
What
is
a
dainty
repast
to
Jo
is
then
set
before
him
,
and
he
begins
to
gulp
the
coffee
,
and
to
gnaw
the
bread
and
butter
;
looking
anxiously
about
him
in
all
directions
as
he
eats
and
drinks
,
like
a
scared
animal
.
But
he
is
so
sick
and
miserable
,
that
even
hunger
has
abandoned
him
.
“
I
thought
I
was
almost
a
starvin
,
sir
,
”
says
Jo
,
soon
putting
down
his
food
;
“
but
I
do
n't
know
nothink
—
not
even
that
.
I
do
n't
care
for
eating
wittles
nor
yet
for
drinking
on
em
.
”
And
Jo
stands
shivering
,
and
looking
at
the
breakfast
wonderingly
.
Allan
Woodcourt
lays
his
hand
upon
his
pulse
,
and
on
his
chest
.
“
Draw
breath
,
Jo
!
”
“
It
draws
,
”
says
Jo
,
“
as
heavy
as
a
cart
.
”
He
might
add
,
“
and
rattles
like
it
;
”
but
he
only
mutters
,
“
I
'm
a
moving
on
,
sir
.
”
Allan
looks
about
for
an
apothecary
's
shop
.
There
is
none
at
hand
,
but
a
tavern
does
as
well
or
better
.
He
obtains
a
little
measure
of
wine
,
and
gives
the
lad
a
portion
of
it
very
carefully
.
He
begins
to
revive
,
almost
as
soon
as
it
passes
his
lips
.
“
We
may
repeat
that
dose
,
Jo
,
”
observes
Allan
,
after
watching
him
with
his
attentive
face
.
“
So
!
Now
we
will
take
five
minutes
rest
,
and
then
go
on
again
.
”
Leaving
the
boy
sitting
on
the
bench
of
the
breakfast-stall
,
with
his
back
against
an
iron
railing
,
Allan
Woodcourt
paces
up
and
down
in
the
early
sunshine
,
casting
an
occasional
look
towards
him
without
appearing
to
watch
him
.
It
requires
no
discernment
to
perceive
that
he
is
warmed
and
refreshed
.
If
a
face
so
shaded
can
brighten
,
his
face
brightens
somewhat
;
and
,
by
little
and
little
,
he
eats
the
slice
of
bread
he
had
so
hopelessly
laid
down
.
Observant
of
these
signs
of
improvement
,
Allan
engages
him
in
conversation
;
and
elicits
to
his
no
small
wonder
the
adventure
of
the
lady
in
the
veil
,
with
all
its
consequences
.
Jo
slowly
munches
,
as
he
slowly
tells
it
.
When
he
has
finished
his
story
and
his
bread
,
they
go
on
again
.
Intending
to
refer
his
difficulty
in
finding
a
temporary
place
of
refuge
for
the
boy
,
to
his
old
patient
,
zealous
little
Miss
Flite
,
Allan
leads
the
way
to
the
court
where
he
and
Jo
first
foregathered
.
But
all
is
changed
at
the
rag-and-bottle
shop
;
Miss
Flite
no
longer
lodges
there
it
is
shut
up
;
and
a
hard-featured
female
,
much
obscured
by
dust
,
whose
age
is
a
problem
—
but
who
is
indeed
no
other
than
the
interesting
Judy
—
is
tart
and
spare
in
her
replies
.
These
sufficing
,
however
,
to
inform
the
visitor
that
Miss
Flite
and
her
birds
are
domiciled
with
a
Mrs.
Blinder
,
in
Bell
Yard
,
he
repairs
to
that
neighbouring
place
;
where
Miss
Flite
(
who
rises
early
that
she
may
be
punctual
at
the
Divan
of
justice
held
by
her
excellent
friend
the
Chancellor
)
comes
running
down-stairs
,
with
tears
of
welcome
and
with
open
arms
.
“
My
dear
physician
!
”
cries
Miss
Flite
.
“
My
meritorious
,
distinguished
,
honourable
officer
!
”
She
uses
some
odd
expressions
,
but
is
as
cordial
and
full
of
heart
as
sanity
itself
can
be
—
more
so
than
it
often
is
.
Allan
,
very
patient
with
her
,
waits
until
she
has
no
more
raptures
to
express
;
then
points
out
Jo
,
trembling
in
a
door-way
,
and
tells
her
how
he
comes
there
.
“
Where
can
I
lodge
him
hereabouts
for
the
present
?
Now
you
have
a
fund
of
knowledge
and
good
sense
,
and
can
advise
me
.
”
Miss
Flite
,
mighty
proud
of
the
compliment
,
sets
herself
to
consider
;
but
it
is
long
before
a
bright
thought
occurs
to
her
.
Mrs.
Blinder
is
entirely
let
,
and
she
herself
occupies
poor
Gridley
's
room
.
“
Gridley
!
”
exclaims
Miss
Flite
,
clapping
her
hands
,
after
a
twentieth
repetition
of
this
remark
.
“
Gridley
!
To
be
sure
!
of
course
!
My
dear
physician
!
General
George
will
help
us
out
.
”
It
is
hopeless
to
ask
for
any
information
about
General
George
,
and
would
be
,
though
Miss
Flite
had
not
already
run
up-stairs
to
put
on
her
pinched
bonnet
and
her
poor
little
shawl
,
and
to
arm
herself
with
her
reticule
of
documents
.
But
as
she
informs
her
physician
,
in
her
disjointed
manner
,
on
coming
down
in
full
array
,
that
General
George
,
whom
she
often
calls
upon
,
knows
her
dear
Fitz-Jarndyce
,
and
takes
a
great
interest
in
all
connected
with
her
,
Allan
is
induced
to
think
that
they
may
be
in
the
right
way
.
So
he
tells
Jo
,
for
his
encouragement
,
that
this
walking
about
will
soon
be
over
now
;
and
they
repair
to
the
General
's
.
Fortunately
it
is
not
far
.
From
the
exterior
of
George
's
Shooting
Gallery
,
and
the
long
entry
,
and
the
bare
perspective
beyond
it
,
Allan
Woodcourt
augurs
well
.
He
also
descries
promise
in
the
figure
of
Mr.
George
himself
,
striding
towards
them
in
his
morning
exercise
with
his
pipe
in
his
mouth
,
no
stock
on
,
and
his
muscular
arms
,
developed
by
broadsword
and
dumb-bell
,
weightily
asserting
themselves
through
his
light
shirt-sleeves
.
“
Your
servant
,
sir
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
with
a
military
salute
.
Goodhumoredly
smiling
all
over
his
broad
forehead
up
into
his
crisp
hair
,
he
then
defers
to
Miss
Flite
,
as
,
with
great
stateliness
,
and
at
some
length
,
she
performs
the
courtly
ceremony
of
presentation
.
He
winds
it
up
with
another
“
Your
servant
,
sir
!
”
and
another
salute
.
“
Excuse
me
,
sir
.
A
sailor
,
I
believe
?
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
I
am
proud
to
find
I
have
the
air
of
one
,
”
returns
Allan
;
“
but
I
am
only
a
sea-going
doctor
.
”
“
Indeed
,
sir
!
I
should
have
thought
you
was
a
regular
blue-jacket
,
myself
.
”
Allan
hopes
Mr.
George
will
forgive
his
intrusion
the
more
readily
on
that
account
,
and
particularly
that
he
will
not
lay
aside
his
pipe
,
which
,
in
his
politeness
,
he
has
testified
some
intention
of
doing
.
“
You
are
very
good
,
sir
,
”
returns
the
trooper
.
“
As
I
know
,
by
experience
,
that
it
's
not
disagreeable
to
Miss
Flite
,
and
since
it
's
equally
agreeable
to
yourself
—
”
and
finishes
the
sentence
by
putting
it
between
his
lips
again
.
Allan
proceeds
to
tell
him
all
he
knows
about
Jo
;
unto
which
the
trooper
listens
with
a
grave
face
.
“
And
that
's
the
lad
,
sir
,
is
it
?
”
he
inquires
,
looking
along
the
entry
to
where
Jo
stands
staring
up
at
the
great
letters
on
the
whitewashed
front
,
which
have
no
meaning
in
his
eyes
.
“
That
's
he
,
”
says
Allan
.
“
And
,
Mr.
George
,
I
am
in
this
difficulty
about
him
.
I
am
unwilling
to
place
him
in
a
hospital
,
even
if
I
could
procure
him
immediate
admission
,
because
I
foresee
that
he
would
not
stay
there
many
hours
,
if
he
could
be
so
much
as
got
there
.
The
same
objection
applies
to
a
workhouse
;
supposing
I
had
the
patience
to
be
evaded
and
shirked
,
and
handed
about
from
post
to
pillar
in
trying
to
get
him
into
one
—
which
is
a
system
that
I
do
n't
take
kindly
to
.
”
“
No
man
does
,
sir
,
”
returns
Mr.
George
.
“
I
am
convinced
that
he
would
not
remain
in
either
place
,
because
he
is
possessed
by
an
extraordinary
terror
of
this
person
who
ordered
him
to
keep
out
of
the
way
;
in
his
ignorance
,
he
believes
this
person
to
be
everywhere
,
and
cognisant
of
everything
.
”
“
I
ask
your
pardon
,
sir
,
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
But
you
have
not
mentioned
that
party
's
name
.
Is
it
a
secret
,
sir
?
”
“
The
boy
makes
it
one
.
But
the
name
is
Bucket
.
”
“
Bucket
the
Detective
,
sir
?
”
“
The
same
man
.
”
“
The
man
is
known
to
me
,
sir
,
”
returns
the
trooper
,
after
blowing
out
a
cloud
of
smoke
,
and
squaring
his
chest
;
“
and
the
boy
is
so
far
correct
that
he
undoubtedly
is
a
—
rum
customer
.
”
Mr.
George
smokes
with
a
profound
meaning
after
this
,
and
surveys
Miss
Flite
in
silence
.
“
Now
,
I
wish
Mr.
Jarndyce
and
Miss
Summerson
at
least
to
know
that
this
Jo
,
who
tells
so
strange
a
story
,
has
re-appeared
;
and
to
have
it
in
their
power
to
speak
with
him
,
if
they
should
desire
to
do
so
.
Therefore
I
want
to
get
him
,
for
the
present
moment
,
into
any
poor
lodging
kept
by
decent
people
,
where
he
would
be
admitted
.
Decent
people
and
Jo
,
Mr.
George
,
”
says
Allan
,
following
the
direction
of
the
trooper
's
eyes
along
the
entry
,
“
have
not
been
much
acquainted
,
as
you
see
.
Hence
the
difficulty
.
Do
you
happen
to
know
any
one
in
this
neighbourhood
,
who
would
receive
him
for
a
while
,
on
my
paying
for
him
beforehand
?
”
As
he
puts
the
question
,
he
becomes
aware
of
a
dirty-faced
little
man
,
standing
at
the
trooper
's
elbow
,
and
looking
up
,
with
an
oddly
twisted
figure
and
countenance
,
into
the
trooper
's
face
.
After
a
few
more
puffs
at
his
pipe
,
the
trooper
looks
down
askant
at
the
little
man
,
and
the
little
man
winks
up
at
the
trooper
.
“
Well
,
sir
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
“
I
can
assure
you
that
I
would
willingly
be
knocked
on
the
head
at
any
time
,
if
it
would
be
at
all
agreeable
to
Miss
Summerson
;
and
consequently
I
esteem
it
a
privilege
to
do
that
young
lady
any
service
,
however
small
.
We
are
naturally
in
the
vagabond
way
here
,
sir
,
both
myself
and
Phil
.
You
see
what
the
place
is
.
You
are
welcome
to
a
quiet
corner
of
it
for
the
boy
,
if
the
same
would
meet
your
views
.
No
charge
made
,
except
for
rations
.
We
are
not
in
a
flourishing
state
of
circumstances
here
,
sir
.
We
are
liable
to
be
tumbled
out
neck
and
crop
,
at
a
moment
's
notice
.
However
,
sir
,
such
as
the
place
is
,
and
so
long
as
it
lasts
,
here
it
is
at
your
service
.
”
With
a
comprehensive
wave
of
his
pipe
,
Mr.
George
places
the
whole
building
at
his
visitor
's
disposal
.
“
I
take
it
for
granted
,
sir
,
”
he
adds
,
“
you
being
one
of
the
medical
staff
,
that
there
is
no
present
infection
about
this
unfortunate
subject
?
”
Allan
is
quite
sure
of
it
.
“
Because
,
sir
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
shaking
his
head
sorrowfully
,
“
we
have
had
enough
of
that
.
”
His
tone
is
no
less
sorrowfully
echoed
by
his
new
acquaintance
.
“
Still
,
I
am
bound
to
tell
you
,
”
observes
Allan
,
after
repeating
his
former
assurance
,
“
that
the
boy
is
deplorably
low
and
reduced
;
and
that
he
may
be
—
I
do
not
say
that
he
is
—
too
far
gone
to
recover
.
”
“
Do
you
consider
him
in
present
danger
,
sir
?
”
inquires
the
trooper
.
“
Yes
,
I
fear
so
.
”
“
Then
,
sir
,
”
returns
the
trooper
,
in
a
decisive
manner
,
“
it
appears
to
me
—
being
naturally
in
the
vagabond
way
myself
—
that
the
sooner
he
comes
out
of
the
street
,
the
better
.
You
Phil
!
Bring
him
in
!
”
Mr.
Squod
tacks
out
,
all
on
one
side
,
to
execute
the
word
of
command
;
and
the
trooper
,
having
smoked
his
pipe
,
lays
it
by
.
Jo
is
brought
in
.
He
is
not
one
of
Mrs.
Pardiggle
's
Tockahoopo
Indians
;
he
is
not
one
of
Mrs.
Jellyby
's
lambs
,
being
wholly
unconnected
with
Borrioboola-Gha
;
he
is
not
softened
by
distance
and
unfamiliarity
;
he
is
not
a
genuine
foreign-grown
savage
;
he
is
the
ordinary
home-made
article
.
Dirty
,
ugly
,
disagreeable
to
all
the
senses
,
in
body
a
common
creature
of
the
common
streets
,
only
in
soul
a
heathen
.
Homely
filth
begrimes
him
,
homely
parasites
devour
him
,
homely
sores
are
in
him
,
homely
rags
are
on
him
:
native
ignorance
,
the
growth
of
English
soil
and
climate
,
sinks
his
immortal
nature
lower
than
the
beasts
that
perish
.
Stand
forth
,
Jo
,
in
uncompromising
colors
!
From
the
sole
of
thy
foot
to
the
crown
of
thy
head
,
there
is
nothing
interesting
about
thee
.
He
shuffles
slowly
into
Mr.
George
's
gallery
,
and
stands
huddled
together
in
a
bundle
,
looking
all
about
the
floor
.
He
seems
to
know
that
they
have
an
inclination
to
shrink
from
him
,
partly
for
what
he
is
,
and
partly
for
what
he
has
caused
.
He
,
too
,
shrinks
from
them
.
He
is
not
of
the
same
order
of
things
,
not
of
the
same
place
in
creation
.
He
is
of
no
order
and
no
place
;
neither
of
the
beasts
,
nor
of
humanity
.
“
Look
here
,
Jo
!
”
says
Allan
.
“
This
is
Mr.
George
.
”
Jo
searches
the
floor
for
some
time
longer
,
then
looks
up
for
a
moment
,
and
then
down
again
.
“
He
is
a
kind
friend
to
you
,
for
he
is
going
to
give
you
lodging-room
here
.
”
Jo
makes
a
scoop
with
one
hand
,
which
is
supposed
to
be
a
bow
.
After
a
little
more
consideration
,
and
some
backing
and
changing
of
the
foot
on
which
he
rests
,
he
mutters
that
he
is
“
wery
thankful
.
”
“
You
are
quite
safe
here
.
All
you
have
to
do
at
present
is
to
be
obedient
,
and
to
get
strong
.
And
mind
you
tell
us
the
truth
here
,
whatever
you
do
,
Jo
.
”
“
Wishermaydie
if
I
do
n't
,
sir
,
”
says
Jo
,
reverting
to
his
favorite
declaration
.
“
I
never
done
nothink
yit
,
but
wot
you
knows
on
,
to
get
myself
into
no
trouble
.
I
never
was
in
no
other
trouble
at
all
,
sir
—
sept
not
knowin
'
nothink
and
starwation
.
”
“
I
believe
it
.
Now
attend
to
Mr.
George
.
I
see
he
is
going
to
speak
to
you
.
”
“
My
intention
merely
was
,
sir
,
”
observes
Mr.
George
,
amazingly
broad
and
upright
,
“
to
point
out
to
him
where
he
can
lie
down
,
and
get
a
thorough
good
dose
of
sleep
.
Now
,
look
here
.
”
As
the
trooper
speaks
,
he
conducts
them
to
the
other
end
of
the
gallery
,
and
opens
one
of
the
little
cabins
.
“
There
you
are
,
you
see
!
Here
is
a
mattress
,
and
here
you
may
rest
,
on
good
behaviour
,
as
long
as
Mr.
,
I
ask
your
pardon
,
sir
;
”
he
refers
apologetically
to
the
card
Allan
has
given
him
;
“
Mr.
Woodcourt
pleases
.
Do
n't
you
be
alarmed
if
you
hear
shots
;
they
'll
be
aimed
at
the
target
,
and
not
you
.
Now
,
there
's
another
thing
I
would
recommend
,
sir
,
”
says
the
trooper
,
turning
to
his
visitor
.
“
Phil
,
come
here
!
”
Phil
bears
down
upon
them
,
according
to
his
usual
tactics
.
“
Here
is
a
man
,
sir
,
who
was
found
,
when
a
baby
,
in
the
gutter
.
Consequently
,
it
is
to
be
expected
that
he
takes
a
natural
interest
in
this
poor
creature
.
You
do
,
do
n't
you
,
Phil
?
”
“
Certainly
and
surely
I
do
,
guv'ner
,
”
is
Phil
's
reply
.
“
Now
I
was
thinking
,
sir
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
in
a
martial
sort
of
confidence
,
as
if
he
were
giving
his
opinion
in
a
council
of
war
at
a
drum-head
,
“
that
if
this
man
was
to
take
him
to
a
bath
,
and
was
to
lay
out
a
few
shillings
in
getting
him
one
or
two
coarse
articles
—
”
“
Mr.
George
,
my
considerate
friend
,
”
returns
Allan
,
taking
out
his
purse
,
“
it
is
the
very
favour
I
would
have
asked
.
”
Phil
Squod
and
Jo
are
sent
out
immediately
on
this
work
of
improvement
.
Miss
Flite
,
quite
entraptured
by
her
success
,
makes
the
best
of
her
way
to
Court
;
having
great
fears
that
otherwise
her
friend
the
Chancellor
may
be
uneasy
about
her
,
or
may
give
the
judgment
she
has
so
long
expected
,
in
her
absence
;
and
observing
“
which
you
know
,
my
dear
physician
,
and
general
,
after
so
many
years
,
would
be
too
absurdly
unfortunate
!
”
Allan
takes
the
opportunity
of
going
out
to
procure
some
restorative
medicines
;
and
obtaining
them
near
at
hand
,
soon
returns
,
to
find
the
trooper
walking
up
and
down
the
gallery
,
and
to
fall
into
step
and
walk
with
him
.
“
I
take
it
,
sir
,
”
says
Mr.
George
,
“
that
you
know
Miss
Summerson
pretty
well
?
”
Yes
,
it
appears
.
“
Not
related
to
her
,
sir
?
”
No
,
it
appears
.
“
Excuse
the
apparent
curiosity
,
”
says
Mr.
George
.
“
It
seemed
to
me
probable
that
you
might
take
more
than
a
common
interest
in
this
poor
creature
,
because
Miss
Summerson
had
taken
that
unfortunate
interest
in
him
.
'
Tis
my
case
,
sir
,
I
assure
you
.
”
“
And
mine
,
Mr.
George
.
”
The
trooper
looks
sideways
at
Allan
's
sun-burnt
cheek
and
bright
dark
eye
,
rapidly
measures
his
height
and
build
,
and
seems
to
approve
of
him
.
“
Since
you
have
been
out
,
sir
,
I
have
been
thinking
that
I
unquestionably
know
the
rooms
in
Lincoln
's
Inn
Fields
,
where
Bucket
took
the
lad
,
according
to
his
account
.
Though
he
is
not
acquainted
with
the
name
,
I
can
help
you
to
it
.
It
's
Tulkinghorn
.
That
's
what
it
is
.
”
Allan
looks
at
him
inquiringly
,
repeating
the
name
.
“
Tulkinghorn
.
That
's
the
name
,
sir
.
I
know
the
man
;
and
know
him
to
have
been
in
communication
with
Bucket
before
,
respecting
a
deceased
person
who
had
given
him
offence
.
I
know
the
man
,
sir
.
To
my
sorrow
.
”
Allan
naturally
asks
what
kind
of
man
he
is
?
“
What
kind
of
man
.
Do
you
mean
to
look
at
?
”
“
I
think
I
know
that
much
of
him
.
I
mean
to
deal
with
.
Generally
,
what
kind
of
man
?
”
