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The
day
had
brightened
very
much
,
and
still
brightened
as
we
went
westward
.
We
went
our
way
through
the
sunshine
and
the
fresh
air
,
wondering
more
and
more
at
the
extent
of
the
streets
,
the
brilliancy
of
the
shops
,
the
great
traffic
,
and
the
crowds
of
people
whom
the
pleasanter
weather
seemed
to
have
brought
out
like
many
-
coloured
flowers
.
By
and
by
we
began
to
leave
the
wonderful
city
and
to
proceed
through
suburbs
which
,
of
themselves
,
would
have
made
a
pretty
large
town
in
my
eyes
;
and
at
last
we
got
into
a
real
country
road
again
,
with
windmills
,
rick
-
yards
,
milestones
,
farmers
’
waggons
,
scents
of
old
hay
,
swinging
signs
,
and
horse
troughs
:
trees
,
fields
,
and
hedge
-
rows
.
It
was
delightful
to
see
the
green
landscape
before
us
and
the
immense
metropolis
behind
;
and
when
a
waggon
with
a
train
of
beautiful
horses
,
furnished
with
red
trappings
and
clear
-
sounding
bells
,
came
by
us
with
its
music
,
I
believe
we
could
all
three
have
sung
to
the
bells
,
so
cheerful
were
the
influences
around
.
"
The
whole
road
has
been
reminding
me
of
my
namesake
Whittington
,
"
said
Richard
,
"
and
that
waggon
is
the
finishing
touch
.
Halloa
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
We
had
stopped
,
and
the
waggon
had
stopped
too
.
Its
music
changed
as
the
horses
came
to
a
stand
,
and
subsided
to
a
gentle
tinkling
,
except
when
a
horse
tossed
his
head
or
shook
himself
and
sprinkled
off
a
little
shower
of
bell
-
ringing
.
"
Our
postilion
is
looking
after
the
waggoner
,
"
said
Richard
,
"
and
the
waggoner
is
coming
back
after
us
.
Good
day
,
friend
!
"
The
waggoner
was
at
our
coach
-
door
.
"
Why
,
here
’
s
an
extraordinary
thing
!
"
added
Richard
,
looking
closely
at
the
man
.
"
He
has
got
your
name
,
Ada
,
in
his
hat
!
"
He
had
all
our
names
in
his
hat
.
Tucked
within
the
band
were
three
small
notes
—
one
addressed
to
Ada
,
one
to
Richard
,
one
to
me
.
These
the
waggoner
delivered
to
each
of
us
respectively
,
reading
the
name
aloud
first
.
In
answer
to
Richard
’
s
inquiry
from
whom
they
came
,
he
briefly
answered
,
"
Master
,
sir
,
if
you
please
"
;
and
putting
on
his
hat
again
(
which
was
like
a
soft
bowl
)
,
cracked
his
whip
,
re
-
awakened
his
music
,
and
went
melodiously
away
.
"
Is
that
Mr
.
Jarndyce
’
s
waggon
?
"
said
Richard
,
calling
to
our
post
-
boy
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
he
replied
.
"
Going
to
London
.
"
We
opened
the
notes
.
Each
was
a
counterpart
of
the
other
and
contained
these
words
in
a
solid
,
plain
hand
.
I
look
forward
,
my
dear
,
to
our
meeting
easily
and
without
constraint
on
either
side
.
I
therefore
have
to
propose
that
we
meet
as
old
friends
and
take
the
past
for
granted
.
It
will
be
a
relief
to
you
possibly
,
and
to
me
certainly
,
and
so
my
love
to
you
.
John
JarndyceI
had
perhaps
less
reason
to
be
surprised
than
either
of
my
companions
,
having
never
yet
enjoyed
an
opportunity
of
thanking
one
who
had
been
my
benefactor
and
sole
earthly
dependence
through
so
many
years
.
I
had
not
considered
how
I
could
thank
him
,
my
gratitude
lying
too
deep
in
my
heart
for
that
;
but
I
now
began
to
consider
how
I
could
meet
him
without
thanking
him
,
and
felt
it
would
be
very
difficult
indeed
.
The
notes
revived
in
Richard
and
Ada
a
general
impression
that
they
both
had
,
without
quite
knowing
how
they
came
by
it
,
that
their
cousin
Jarndyce
could
never
bear
acknowledgments
for
any
kindness
he
performed
and
that
sooner
than
receive
any
he
would
resort
to
the
most
singular
expedients
and
evasions
or
would
even
run
away
.
Ada
dimly
remembered
to
have
heard
her
mother
tell
,
when
she
was
a
very
little
child
,
that
he
had
once
done
her
an
act
of
uncommon
generosity
and
that
on
her
going
to
his
house
to
thank
him
,
he
happened
to
see
her
through
a
window
coming
to
the
door
,
and
immediately
escaped
by
the
back
gate
,
and
was
not
heard
of
for
three
months
.
This
discourse
led
to
a
great
deal
more
on
the
same
theme
,
and
indeed
it
lasted
us
all
day
,
and
we
talked
of
scarcely
anything
else
.
If
we
did
by
any
chance
diverge
into
another
subject
,
we
soon
returned
to
this
,
and
wondered
what
the
house
would
be
like
,
and
when
we
should
get
there
,
and
whether
we
should
see
Mr
.
Jarndyce
as
soon
as
we
arrived
or
after
a
delay
,
and
what
he
would
say
to
us
,
and
what
we
should
say
to
him
.
All
of
which
we
wondered
about
,
over
and
over
again
.
The
roads
were
very
heavy
for
the
horses
,
but
the
pathway
was
generally
good
,
so
we
alighted
and
walked
up
all
the
hills
,
and
liked
it
so
well
that
we
prolonged
our
walk
on
the
level
ground
when
we
got
to
the
top
.
At
Barnet
there
were
other
horses
waiting
for
us
,
but
as
they
had
only
just
been
fed
,
we
had
to
wait
for
them
too
,
and
got
a
long
fresh
walk
over
a
common
and
an
old
battle
-
field
before
the
carriage
came
up
.
These
delays
so
protracted
the
journey
that
the
short
day
was
spent
and
the
long
night
had
closed
in
before
we
came
to
St
.
Albans
,
near
to
which
town
Bleak
House
was
,
we
knew
.
By
that
time
we
were
so
anxious
and
nervous
that
even
Richard
confessed
,
as
we
rattled
over
the
stones
of
the
old
street
,
to
feeling
an
irrational
desire
to
drive
back
again
.
As
to
Ada
and
me
,
whom
he
had
wrapped
up
with
great
care
,
the
night
being
sharp
and
frosty
,
we
trembled
from
head
to
foot
.
When
we
turned
out
of
the
town
,
round
a
corner
,
and
Richard
told
us
that
the
post
-
boy
,
who
had
for
a
long
time
sympathized
with
our
heightened
expectation
,
was
looking
back
and
nodding
,
we
both
stood
up
in
the
carriage
(
Richard
holding
Ada
lest
she
should
be
jolted
down
)
and
gazed
round
upon
the
open
country
and
the
starlight
night
for
our
destination
.
There
was
a
light
sparkling
on
the
top
of
a
hill
before
us
,
and
the
driver
,
pointing
to
it
with
his
whip
and
crying
,
"
That
’
s
Bleak
House
!
"
put
his
horses
into
a
canter
and
took
us
forward
at
such
a
rate
,
uphill
though
it
was
,
that
the
wheels
sent
the
road
drift
flying
about
our
heads
like
spray
from
a
water
-
mill
.
Presently
we
lost
the
light
,
presently
saw
it
,
presently
lost
it
,
presently
saw
it
,
and
turned
into
an
avenue
of
trees
and
cantered
up
towards
where
it
was
beaming
brightly
.
It
was
in
a
window
of
what
seemed
to
be
an
old
-
fashioned
house
with
three
peaks
in
the
roof
in
front
and
a
circular
sweep
leading
to
the
porch
.
A
bell
was
rung
as
we
drew
up
,
and
amidst
the
sound
of
its
deep
voice
in
the
still
air
,
and
the
distant
barking
of
some
dogs
,
and
a
gush
of
light
from
the
opened
door
,
and
the
smoking
and
steaming
of
the
heated
horses
,
and
the
quickened
beating
of
our
own
hearts
,
we
alighted
in
no
inconsiderable
confusion
.
"
Ada
,
my
love
,
Esther
,
my
dear
,
you
are
welcome
.
I
rejoice
to
see
you
!
Rick
,
if
I
had
a
hand
to
spare
at
present
,
I
would
give
it
you
!
"
The
gentleman
who
said
these
words
in
a
clear
,
bright
,
hospitable
voice
had
one
of
his
arms
round
Ada
’
s
waist
and
the
other
round
mine
,
and
kissed
us
both
in
a
fatherly
way
,
and
bore
us
across
the
hall
into
a
ruddy
little
room
,
all
in
a
glow
with
a
blazing
fire
.
Here
he
kissed
us
again
,
and
opening
his
arms
,
made
us
sit
down
side
by
side
on
a
sofa
ready
drawn
out
near
the
hearth
.
I
felt
that
if
we
had
been
at
all
demonstrative
,
he
would
have
run
away
in
a
moment
.
"
Now
,
Rick
!
"
said
he
.
"
I
have
a
hand
at
liberty
.
A
word
in
earnest
is
as
good
as
a
speech
.
I
am
heartily
glad
to
see
you
.
You
are
at
home
.
Warm
yourself
!
"
Richard
shook
him
by
both
hands
with
an
intuitive
mixture
of
respect
and
frankness
,
and
only
saying
(
though
with
an
earnestness
that
rather
alarmed
me
,
I
was
so
afraid
of
Mr
.
Jarndyce
’
s
suddenly
disappearing
)
,
"
You
are
very
kind
,
sir
!
We
are
very
much
obliged
to
you
!
"
laid
aside
his
hat
and
coat
and
came
up
to
the
fire
.
"
And
how
did
you
like
the
ride
?
And
how
did
you
like
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
my
dear
?
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
to
Ada
.
While
Ada
was
speaking
to
him
in
reply
,
I
glanced
(
I
need
not
say
with
how
much
interest
)
at
his
face
.
It
was
a
handsome
,
lively
,
quick
face
,
full
of
change
and
motion
;
and
his
hair
was
a
silvered
iron
-
grey
.
I
took
him
to
be
nearer
sixty
than
fifty
,
but
he
was
upright
,
hearty
,
and
robust
.
From
the
moment
of
his
first
speaking
to
us
his
voice
had
connected
itself
with
an
association
in
my
mind
that
I
could
not
define
;
but
now
,
all
at
once
,
a
something
sudden
in
his
manner
and
a
pleasant
expression
in
his
eyes
recalled
the
gentleman
in
the
stagecoach
six
years
ago
on
the
memorable
day
of
my
journey
to
Reading
.
I
was
certain
it
was
he
.
I
never
was
so
frightened
in
my
life
as
when
I
made
the
discovery
,
for
he
caught
my
glance
,
and
appearing
to
read
my
thoughts
,
gave
such
a
look
at
the
door
that
I
thought
we
had
lost
him
.
However
,
I
am
happy
to
say
he
remained
where
he
was
,
and
asked
me
what
I
thought
of
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
She
exerts
herself
very
much
for
Africa
,
sir
,
"
I
said
.
"
Nobly
!
"
returned
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
But
you
answer
like
Ada
.
"
Whom
I
had
not
heard
.
"
You
all
think
something
else
,
I
see
.
"
"
We
rather
thought
,
"
said
I
,
glancing
at
Richard
and
Ada
,
who
entreated
me
with
their
eyes
to
speak
,
"
that
perhaps
she
was
a
little
unmindful
of
her
home
.
"
"
Floored
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
I
was
rather
alarmed
again
.
"
Well
!
I
want
to
know
your
real
thoughts
,
my
dear
.
I
may
have
sent
you
there
on
purpose
.
"
"
We
thought
that
,
perhaps
,
"
said
I
,
hesitating
,
"
it
is
right
to
begin
with
the
obligations
of
home
,
sir
;
and
that
,
perhaps
,
while
those
are
overlooked
and
neglected
,
no
other
duties
can
possibly
be
substituted
for
them
.
"
"
The
little
Jellybys
,
"
said
Richard
,
coming
to
my
relief
,
"
are
really
—
I
can
’
t
help
expressing
myself
strongly
,
sir
—
in
a
devil
of
a
state
.
"
"
She
means
well
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
hastily
.
"
The
wind
’
s
in
the
east
.
"
"
It
was
in
the
north
,
sir
,
as
we
came
down
,
"
observed
Richard
.
"
My
dear
Rick
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
poking
the
fire
,
"
I
’
ll
take
an
oath
it
’
s
either
in
the
east
or
going
to
be
.
I
am
always
conscious
of
an
uncomfortable
sensation
now
and
then
when
the
wind
is
blowing
in
the
east
.
"
"
Rheumatism
,
sir
?
"
said
Richard
.
"
I
dare
say
it
is
,
Rick
.
I
believe
it
is
.
And
so
the
little
Jell
—
I
had
my
doubts
about
’
em
—
are
in
a
—
oh
,
Lord
,
yes
,
it
’
s
easterly
!
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
He
had
taken
two
or
three
undecided
turns
up
and
down
while
uttering
these
broken
sentences
,
retaining
the
poker
in
one
hand
and
rubbing
his
hair
with
the
other
,
with
a
good
-
natured
vexation
at
once
so
whimsical
and
so
lovable
that
I
am
sure
we
were
more
delighted
with
him
than
we
could
possibly
have
expressed
in
any
words
.
He
gave
an
arm
to
Ada
and
an
arm
to
me
,
and
bidding
Richard
bring
a
candle
,
was
leading
the
way
out
when
he
suddenly
turned
us
all
back
again
.
"
Those
little
Jellybys
.
Couldn
’
t
you
—
didn
’
t
you
—
now
,
if
it
had
rained
sugar
-
plums
,
or
three
-
cornered
raspberry
tarts
,
or
anything
of
that
sort
!
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
Oh
,
cousin
—
"
Ada
hastily
began
.
"
Good
,
my
pretty
pet
.
I
like
cousin
.
Cousin
John
,
perhaps
,
is
better
.
"
"
Then
,
cousin
John
—
"
Ada
laughingly
began
again
.
"
Ha
,
ha
!
Very
good
indeed
!
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
with
great
enjoyment
.
"
Sounds
uncommonly
natural
.
Yes
,
my
dear
?
"
"
It
did
better
than
that
.
It
rained
Esther
.
"
"
Aye
?
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
What
did
Esther
do
?
"
"
Why
,
cousin
John
,
"
said
Ada
,
clasping
her
hands
upon
his
arm
and
shaking
her
head
at
me
across
him
—
for
I
wanted
her
to
be
quiet
—
"
Esther
was
their
friend
directly
.
Esther
nursed
them
,
coaxed
them
to
sleep
,
washed
and
dressed
them
,
told
them
stories
,
kept
them
quiet
,
bought
them
keepsakes
"
—
My
dear
girl
!
I
had
only
gone
out
with
Peepy
after
he
was
found
and
given
him
a
little
,
tiny
horse
!
—
"
and
,
cousin
John
,
she
softened
poor
Caroline
,
the
eldest
one
,
so
much
and
was
so
thoughtful
for
me
and
so
amiable
!
No
,
no
,
I
won
’
t
be
contradicted
,
Esther
dear
!
You
know
,
you
know
,
it
’
s
true
!
"
The
warm
-
hearted
darling
leaned
across
her
cousin
John
and
kissed
me
,
and
then
looking
up
in
his
face
,
boldly
said
,
"
At
all
events
,
cousin
John
,
I
WILL
thank
you
for
the
companion
you
have
given
me
.
"
I
felt
as
if
she
challenged
him
to
run
away
.
But
he
didn
’
t
.
"
Where
did
you
say
the
wind
was
,
Rick
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
In
the
north
as
we
came
down
,
sir
.
"
"
You
are
right
.
There
’
s
no
east
in
it
.
A
mistake
of
mine
.
Come
,
girls
,
come
and
see
your
home
!
"
It
was
one
of
those
delightfully
irregular
houses
where
you
go
up
and
down
steps
out
of
one
room
into
another
,
and
where
you
come
upon
more
rooms
when
you
think
you
have
seen
all
there
are
,
and
where
there
is
a
bountiful
provision
of
little
halls
and
passages
,
and
where
you
find
still
older
cottage
-
rooms
in
unexpected
places
with
lattice
windows
and
green
growth
pressing
through
them
.
Mine
,
which
we
entered
first
,
was
of
this
kind
,
with
an
up
-
and
-
down
roof
that
had
more
corners
in
it
than
I
ever
counted
afterwards
and
a
chimney
(
there
was
a
wood
fire
on
the
hearth
)
paved
all
around
with
pure
white
tiles
,
in
every
one
of
which
a
bright
miniature
of
the
fire
was
blazing
.
Out
of
this
room
,
you
went
down
two
steps
into
a
charming
little
sitting
-
room
looking
down
upon
a
flower
-
garden
,
which
room
was
henceforth
to
belong
to
Ada
and
me
.
Out
of
this
you
went
up
three
steps
into
Ada
’
s
bedroom
,
which
had
a
fine
broad
window
commanding
a
beautiful
view
(
we
saw
a
great
expanse
of
darkness
lying
underneath
the
stars
)
,
to
which
there
was
a
hollow
window
-
seat
,
in
which
,
with
a
spring
-
lock
,
three
dear
Adas
might
have
been
lost
at
once
.
Out
of
this
room
you
passed
into
a
little
gallery
,
with
which
the
other
best
rooms
(
only
two
)
communicated
,
and
so
,
by
a
little
staircase
of
shallow
steps
with
a
number
of
corner
stairs
in
it
,
considering
its
length
,
down
into
the
hall
.
But
if
instead
of
going
out
at
Ada
’
s
door
you
came
back
into
my
room
,
and
went
out
at
the
door
by
which
you
had
entered
it
,
and
turned
up
a
few
crooked
steps
that
branched
off
in
an
unexpected
manner
from
the
stairs
,
you
lost
yourself
in
passages
,
with
mangles
in
them
,
and
three
-
cornered
tables
,
and
a
native
Hindu
chair
,
which
was
also
a
sofa
,
a
box
,
and
a
bedstead
,
and
looked
in
every
form
something
between
a
bamboo
skeleton
and
a
great
bird
-
cage
,
and
had
been
brought
from
India
nobody
knew
by
whom
or
when
.
From
these
you
came
on
Richard
’
s
room
,
which
was
part
library
,
part
sitting
-
room
,
part
bedroom
,
and
seemed
indeed
a
comfortable
compound
of
many
rooms
.
Out
of
that
you
went
straight
,
with
a
little
interval
of
passage
,
to
the
plain
room
where
Mr
.
Jarndyce
slept
,
all
the
year
round
,
with
his
window
open
,
his
bedstead
without
any
furniture
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
for
more
air
,
and
his
cold
bath
gaping
for
him
in
a
smaller
room
adjoining
.
Out
of
that
you
came
into
another
passage
,
where
there
were
back
-
stairs
and
where
you
could
hear
the
horses
being
rubbed
down
outside
the
stable
and
being
told
to
"
Hold
up
"
and
"
Get
over
,
"
as
they
slipped
about
very
much
on
the
uneven
stones
.
Or
you
might
,
if
you
came
out
at
another
door
(
every
room
had
at
least
two
doors
)
,
go
straight
down
to
the
hall
again
by
half
-
a
-
dozen
steps
and
a
low
archway
,
wondering
how
you
got
back
there
or
had
ever
got
out
of
it
.
The
furniture
,
old
-
fashioned
rather
than
old
,
like
the
house
,
was
as
pleasantly
irregular
.
Ada
’
s
sleeping
-
room
was
all
flowers
—
in
chintz
and
paper
,
in
velvet
,
in
needlework
,
in
the
brocade
of
two
stiff
courtly
chairs
which
stood
,
each
attended
by
a
little
page
of
a
stool
for
greater
state
,
on
either
side
of
the
fire
-
place
.
Our
sitting
-
room
was
green
and
had
framed
and
glazed
upon
the
walls
numbers
of
surprising
and
surprised
birds
,
staring
out
of
pictures
at
a
real
trout
in
a
case
,
as
brown
and
shining
as
if
it
had
been
served
with
gravy
;
at
the
death
of
Captain
Cook
;
and
at
the
whole
process
of
preparing
tea
in
China
,
as
depicted
by
Chinese
artists
.
