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Woodcourt
dined
with
us
to
celebrate
my
darling
’
s
birthday
,
and
we
were
as
pleasant
as
we
could
be
with
the
great
blank
among
us
that
Richard
’
s
absence
naturally
made
on
such
an
occasion
.
After
that
day
I
was
for
some
weeks
—
eight
or
nine
as
I
remember
—
very
much
with
Caddy
,
and
thus
it
fell
out
that
I
saw
less
of
Ada
at
this
time
than
any
other
since
we
had
first
come
together
,
except
the
time
of
my
own
illness
.
She
often
came
to
Caddy
’
s
,
but
our
function
there
was
to
amuse
and
cheer
her
,
and
we
did
not
talk
in
our
usual
confidential
manner
.
Whenever
I
went
home
at
night
we
were
together
,
but
Caddy
’
s
rest
was
broken
by
pain
,
and
I
often
remained
to
nurse
her
.
With
her
husband
and
her
poor
little
mite
of
a
baby
to
love
and
their
home
to
strive
for
,
what
a
good
creature
Caddy
was
!
So
self
-
denying
,
so
uncomplaining
,
so
anxious
to
get
well
on
their
account
,
so
afraid
of
giving
trouble
,
and
so
thoughtful
of
the
unassisted
labours
of
her
husband
and
the
comforts
of
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
;
I
had
never
known
the
best
of
her
until
now
.
And
it
seemed
so
curious
that
her
pale
face
and
helpless
figure
should
be
lying
there
day
after
day
where
dancing
was
the
business
of
life
,
where
the
kit
and
the
apprentices
began
early
every
morning
in
the
ball
-
room
,
and
where
the
untidy
little
boy
waltzed
by
himself
in
the
kitchen
all
the
afternoon
.
At
Caddy
’
s
request
I
took
the
supreme
direction
of
her
apartment
,
trimmed
it
up
,
and
pushed
her
,
couch
and
all
,
into
a
lighter
and
more
airy
and
more
cheerful
corner
than
she
had
yet
occupied
;
then
,
every
day
,
when
we
were
in
our
neatest
array
,
I
used
to
lay
my
small
small
namesake
in
her
arms
and
sit
down
to
chat
or
work
or
read
to
her
.
It
was
at
one
of
the
first
of
these
quiet
times
that
I
told
Caddy
about
Bleak
House
.
We
had
other
visitors
besides
Ada
.
First
of
all
we
had
Prince
,
who
in
his
hurried
intervals
of
teaching
used
to
come
softly
in
and
sit
softly
down
,
with
a
face
of
loving
anxiety
for
Caddy
and
the
very
little
child
.
Whatever
Caddy
’
s
condition
really
was
,
she
never
failed
to
declare
to
Prince
that
she
was
all
but
well
—
which
I
,
heaven
forgive
me
,
never
failed
to
confirm
.
This
would
put
Prince
in
such
good
spirits
that
he
would
sometimes
take
the
kit
from
his
pocket
and
play
a
chord
or
two
to
astonish
the
baby
,
which
I
never
knew
it
to
do
in
the
least
degree
,
for
my
tiny
namesake
never
noticed
it
at
all
.
Then
there
was
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
She
would
come
occasionally
,
with
her
usual
distraught
manner
,
and
sit
calmly
looking
miles
beyond
her
grandchild
as
if
her
attention
were
absorbed
by
a
young
Borrioboolan
on
its
native
shores
.
As
bright
-
eyed
as
ever
,
as
serene
,
and
as
untidy
,
she
would
say
,
"
Well
,
Caddy
,
child
,
and
how
do
you
do
to
-
day
?
"
And
then
would
sit
amiably
smiling
and
taking
no
notice
of
the
reply
or
would
sweetly
glide
off
into
a
calculation
of
the
number
of
letters
she
had
lately
received
and
answered
or
of
the
coffee
-
bearing
power
of
Borrioboola
-
Gha
.
This
she
would
always
do
with
a
serene
contempt
for
our
limited
sphere
of
action
,
not
to
be
disguised
.
Then
there
was
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
who
was
from
morning
to
night
and
from
night
to
morning
the
subject
of
innumerable
precautions
.
If
the
baby
cried
,
it
was
nearly
stifled
lest
the
noise
should
make
him
uncomfortable
.
If
the
fire
wanted
stirring
in
the
night
,
it
was
surreptitiously
done
lest
his
rest
should
be
broken
.
If
Caddy
required
any
little
comfort
that
the
house
contained
,
she
first
carefully
discussed
whether
he
was
likely
to
require
it
too
.
In
return
for
this
consideration
he
would
come
into
the
room
once
a
day
,
all
but
blessing
it
—
showing
a
condescension
,
and
a
patronage
,
and
a
grace
of
manner
in
dispensing
the
light
of
his
high
-
shouldered
presence
from
which
I
might
have
supposed
him
(
if
I
had
not
known
better
)
to
have
been
the
benefactor
of
Caddy
’
s
life
.
"
My
Caroline
,
"
he
would
say
,
making
the
nearest
approach
that
he
could
to
bending
over
her
.
"
Tell
me
that
you
are
better
to
-
day
.
"
"
Oh
,
much
better
,
thank
you
,
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
"
Caddy
would
reply
.
"
Delighted
!
Enchanted
!
And
our
dear
Miss
Summerson
.
She
is
not
quite
prostrated
by
fatigue
?
"
Here
he
would
crease
up
his
eyelids
and
kiss
his
fingers
to
me
,
though
I
am
happy
to
say
he
had
ceased
to
be
particular
in
his
attentions
since
I
had
been
so
altered
.
"
Not
at
all
,
"
I
would
assure
him
.
"
Charming
!
We
must
take
care
of
our
dear
Caroline
,
Miss
Summerson
.
We
must
spare
nothing
that
will
restore
her
.
We
must
nourish
her
.
My
dear
Caroline
"
—
he
would
turn
to
his
daughter
-
in
-
law
with
infinite
generosity
and
protection
—
"
want
for
nothing
,
my
love
.
Frame
a
wish
and
gratify
it
,
my
daughter
.
Everything
this
house
contains
,
everything
my
room
contains
,
is
at
your
service
,
my
dear
.
Do
not
,
"
he
would
sometimes
add
in
a
burst
of
deportment
,
"
even
allow
my
simple
requirements
to
be
considered
if
they
should
at
any
time
interfere
with
your
own
,
my
Caroline
.
Your
necessities
are
greater
than
mine
.
"
He
had
established
such
a
long
prescriptive
right
to
this
deportment
(
his
son
’
s
inheritance
from
his
mother
)
that
I
several
times
knew
both
Caddy
and
her
husband
to
be
melted
to
tears
by
these
affectionate
self
-
sacrifices
.
"
Nay
,
my
dears
,
"
he
would
remonstrate
;
and
when
I
saw
Caddy
’
s
thin
arm
about
his
fat
neck
as
he
said
it
,
I
would
be
melted
too
,
though
not
by
the
same
process
.
"
Nay
,
nay
!
I
have
promised
never
to
leave
ye
.
Be
dutiful
and
affectionate
towards
me
,
and
I
ask
no
other
return
.
Now
,
bless
ye
!
I
am
going
to
the
Park
.
"
He
would
take
the
air
there
presently
and
get
an
appetite
for
his
hotel
dinner
.
I
hope
I
do
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
no
wrong
,
but
I
never
saw
any
better
traits
in
him
than
these
I
faithfully
record
,
except
that
he
certainly
conceived
a
liking
for
Peepy
and
would
take
the
child
out
walking
with
great
pomp
,
always
on
those
occasions
sending
him
home
before
he
went
to
dinner
himself
,
and
occasionally
with
a
halfpenny
in
his
pocket
.
But
even
this
disinterestedness
was
attended
with
no
inconsiderable
cost
,
to
my
knowledge
,
for
before
Peepy
was
sufficiently
decorated
to
walk
hand
in
hand
with
the
professor
of
deportment
,
he
had
to
be
newly
dressed
,
at
the
expense
of
Caddy
and
her
husband
,
from
top
to
toe
.
Last
of
our
visitors
,
there
was
Mr
.
Jellyby
.
Really
when
he
used
to
come
in
of
an
evening
,
and
ask
Caddy
in
his
meek
voice
how
she
was
,
and
then
sit
down
with
his
head
against
the
wall
,
and
make
no
attempt
to
say
anything
more
,
I
liked
him
very
much
.
If
he
found
me
bustling
about
doing
any
little
thing
,
he
sometimes
half
took
his
coat
off
,
as
if
with
an
intention
of
helping
by
a
great
exertion
;
but
he
never
got
any
further
.
His
sole
occupation
was
to
sit
with
his
head
against
the
wall
,
looking
hard
at
the
thoughtful
baby
;
and
I
could
not
quite
divest
my
mind
of
a
fancy
that
they
understood
one
another
.
I
have
not
counted
Mr
.
Woodcourt
among
our
visitors
because
he
was
now
Caddy
’
s
regular
attendant
.
She
soon
began
to
improve
under
his
care
,
but
he
was
so
gentle
,
so
skilful
,
so
unwearying
in
the
pains
he
took
that
it
is
not
to
be
wondered
at
,
I
am
sure
.
I
saw
a
good
deal
of
Mr
.
Woodcourt
during
this
time
,
though
not
so
much
as
might
be
supposed
,
for
knowing
Caddy
to
be
safe
in
his
hands
,
I
often
slipped
home
at
about
the
hours
when
he
was
expected
.
We
frequently
met
,
notwithstanding
.
I
was
quite
reconciled
to
myself
now
,
but
I
still
felt
glad
to
think
that
he
was
sorry
for
me
,
and
he
still
WAS
sorry
for
me
I
believed
.
He
helped
Mr
.
Badger
in
his
professional
engagements
,
which
were
numerous
,
and
had
as
yet
no
settled
projects
for
the
future
.
It
was
when
Caddy
began
to
recover
that
I
began
to
notice
a
change
in
my
dear
girl
.
I
cannot
say
how
it
first
presented
itself
to
me
,
because
I
observed
it
in
many
slight
particulars
which
were
nothing
in
themselves
and
only
became
something
when
they
were
pieced
together
.
But
I
made
it
out
,
by
putting
them
together
,
that
Ada
was
not
so
frankly
cheerful
with
me
as
she
used
to
be
.
Her
tenderness
for
me
was
as
loving
and
true
as
ever
;
I
did
not
for
a
moment
doubt
that
;
but
there
was
a
quiet
sorrow
about
her
which
she
did
not
confide
to
me
,
and
in
which
I
traced
some
hidden
regret
.
Now
,
I
could
not
understand
this
,
and
I
was
so
anxious
for
the
happiness
of
my
own
pet
that
it
caused
me
some
uneasiness
and
set
me
thinking
often
.
At
length
,
feeling
sure
that
Ada
suppressed
this
something
from
me
lest
it
should
make
me
unhappy
too
,
it
came
into
my
head
that
she
was
a
little
grieved
—
for
me
—
by
what
I
had
told
her
about
Bleak
House
.
How
I
persuaded
myself
that
this
was
likely
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
had
no
idea
that
there
was
any
selfish
reference
in
my
doing
so
.
I
was
not
grieved
for
myself
:
I
was
quite
contented
and
quite
happy
.
Still
,
that
Ada
might
be
thinking
—
for
me
,
though
I
had
abandoned
all
such
thoughts
—
of
what
once
was
,
but
was
now
all
changed
,
seemed
so
easy
to
believe
that
I
believed
it
.
What
could
I
do
to
reassure
my
darling
(
I
considered
then
)
and
show
her
that
I
had
no
such
feelings
?
Well
!
I
could
only
be
as
brisk
and
busy
as
possible
,
and
that
I
had
tried
to
be
all
along
.
However
,
as
Caddy
’
s
illness
had
certainly
interfered
,
more
or
less
,
with
my
home
duties
—
though
I
had
always
been
there
in
the
morning
to
make
my
guardian
’
s
breakfast
,
and
he
had
a
hundred
times
laughed
and
said
there
must
be
two
little
women
,
for
his
little
woman
was
never
missing
—
I
resolved
to
be
doubly
diligent
and
gay
.
So
I
went
about
the
house
humming
all
the
tunes
I
knew
,
and
I
sat
working
and
working
in
a
desperate
manner
,
and
I
talked
and
talked
,
morning
,
noon
,
and
night
.
And
still
there
was
the
same
shade
between
me
and
my
darling
.
"
So
,
Dame
Trot
,
"
observed
my
guardian
,
shutting
up
his
book
one
night
when
we
were
all
three
together
,
"
so
Woodcourt
has
restored
Caddy
Jellyby
to
the
full
enjoyment
of
life
again
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
;
"
and
to
be
repaid
by
such
gratitude
as
hers
is
to
be
made
rich
,
guardian
.
"
"
I
wish
it
was
,
"
he
returned
,
"
with
all
my
heart
.
"
So
did
I
too
,
for
that
matter
.
I
said
so
.
"
Aye
!
We
would
make
him
as
rich
as
a
Jew
if
we
knew
how
.
Would
we
not
,
little
woman
?
"
I
laughed
as
I
worked
and
replied
that
I
was
not
sure
about
that
,
for
it
might
spoil
him
,
and
he
might
not
be
so
useful
,
and
there
might
be
many
who
could
ill
spare
him
.
As
Miss
Flite
,
and
Caddy
herself
,
and
many
others
.
"
True
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
I
had
forgotten
that
.
But
we
would
agree
to
make
him
rich
enough
to
live
,
I
suppose
?
Rich
enough
to
work
with
tolerable
peace
of
mind
?
Rich
enough
to
have
his
own
happy
home
and
his
own
household
gods
—
and
household
goddess
,
too
,
perhaps
?
"
That
was
quite
another
thing
,
I
said
.
We
must
all
agree
in
that
.
"
To
be
sure
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
All
of
us
.
I
have
a
great
regard
for
Woodcourt
,
a
high
esteem
for
him
;
and
I
have
been
sounding
him
delicately
about
his
plans
.
It
is
difficult
to
offer
aid
to
an
independent
man
with
that
just
kind
of
pride
which
he
possesses
.
And
yet
I
would
be
glad
to
do
it
if
I
might
or
if
I
knew
how
.
He
seems
half
inclined
for
another
voyage
.
But
that
appears
like
casting
such
a
man
away
.
"
"
It
might
open
a
new
world
to
him
,
"
said
I
.
"
So
it
might
,
little
woman
,
"
my
guardian
assented
.
"
I
doubt
if
he
expects
much
of
the
old
world
.
Do
you
know
I
have
fancied
that
he
sometimes
feels
some
particular
disappointment
or
misfortune
encountered
in
it
.
You
never
heard
of
anything
of
that
sort
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
Humph
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
I
am
mistaken
,
I
dare
say
.
"
As
there
was
a
little
pause
here
,
which
I
thought
,
for
my
dear
girl
’
s
satisfaction
,
had
better
be
filled
up
,
I
hummed
an
air
as
I
worked
which
was
a
favourite
with
my
guardian
.
"
And
do
you
think
Mr
.
Woodcourt
will
make
another
voyage
?
"
I
asked
him
when
I
had
hummed
it
quietly
all
through
.
"
I
don
’
t
quite
know
what
to
think
,
my
dear
,
but
I
should
say
it
was
likely
at
present
that
he
will
give
a
long
trip
to
another
country
.
"
"
I
am
sure
he
will
take
the
best
wishes
of
all
our
hearts
with
him
wherever
he
goes
,
"
said
I
;
"
and
though
they
are
not
riches
,
he
will
never
be
the
poorer
for
them
,
guardian
,
at
least
.
"
"
Never
,
little
woman
,
"
he
replied
.
I
was
sitting
in
my
usual
place
,
which
was
now
beside
my
guardian
’
s
chair
.
That
had
not
been
my
usual
place
before
the
letter
,
but
it
was
now
.
I
looked
up
to
Ada
,
who
was
sitting
opposite
,
and
I
saw
,
as
she
looked
at
me
,
that
her
eyes
were
filled
with
tears
and
that
tears
were
falling
down
her
face
.
I
felt
that
I
had
only
to
be
placid
and
merry
once
for
all
to
undeceive
my
dear
and
set
her
loving
heart
at
rest
.
I
really
was
so
,
and
I
had
nothing
to
do
but
to
be
myself
.
So
I
made
my
sweet
girl
lean
upon
my
shoulder
—
how
little
thinking
what
was
heavy
on
her
mind
!
—
and
I
said
she
was
not
quite
well
,
and
put
my
arm
about
her
,
and
took
her
upstairs
.
When
we
were
in
our
own
room
,
and
when
she
might
perhaps
have
told
me
what
I
was
so
unprepared
to
hear
,
I
gave
her
no
encouragement
to
confide
in
me
;
I
never
thought
she
stood
in
need
of
it
.
"
Oh
,
my
dear
good
Esther
,
"
said
Ada
,
"
if
I
could
only
make
up
my
mind
to
speak
to
you
and
my
cousin
John
when
you
are
together
!
"
"
Why
,
my
love
!
"
I
remonstrated
.
"
Ada
,
why
should
you
not
speak
to
us
!
"
Ada
only
dropped
her
head
and
pressed
me
closer
to
her
heart
.
"
You
surely
don
’
t
forget
,
my
beauty
,
"
said
I
,
smiling
,
"
what
quiet
,
old
-
fashioned
people
we
are
and
how
I
have
settled
down
to
be
the
discreetest
of
dames
?
You
don
’
t
forget
how
happily
and
peacefully
my
life
is
all
marked
out
for
me
,
and
by
whom
?
I
am
certain
that
you
don
’
t
forget
by
what
a
noble
character
,
Ada
.
That
can
never
be
.
"
"
No
,
never
,
Esther
.
"
"
Why
then
,
my
dear
,
"
said
I
,
"
there
can
be
nothing
amiss
—
and
why
should
you
not
speak
to
us
?
"
"
Nothing
amiss
,
Esther
?
"
returned
Ada
.
"
Oh
,
when
I
think
of
all
these
years
,
and
of
his
fatherly
care
and
kindness
,
and
of
the
old
relations
among
us
,
and
of
you
,
what
shall
I
do
,
what
shall
I
do
!
"
I
looked
at
my
child
in
some
wonder
,
but
I
thought
it
better
not
to
answer
otherwise
than
by
cheering
her
,
and
so
I
turned
off
into
many
little
recollections
of
our
life
together
and
prevented
her
from
saying
more
When
she
lay
down
to
sleep
,
and
not
before
,
I
returned
to
my
guardian
to
say
good
night
,
and
then
I
came
back
to
Ada
and
sat
near
her
for
a
little
while
.
She
was
asleep
,
and
I
thought
as
I
looked
at
her
that
she
was
a
little
changed
.
I
had
thought
so
more
than
once
lately
.
I
could
not
decide
,
even
looking
at
her
while
she
was
unconscious
,
how
she
was
changed
,
but
something
in
the
familiar
beauty
of
her
face
looked
different
to
me
.
My
guardian
’
s
old
hopes
of
her
and
Richard
arose
sorrowfully
in
my
mind
,
and
I
said
to
myself
,
"
She
has
been
anxious
about
him
,
"
and
I
wondered
how
that
love
would
end
.
When
I
had
come
home
from
Caddy
’
s
while
she
was
ill
,
I
had
often
found
Ada
at
work
,
and
she
had
always
put
her
work
away
,
and
I
had
never
known
what
it
was
.
Some
of
it
now
lay
in
a
drawer
near
her
,
which
was
not
quite
closed
.
I
did
not
open
the
drawer
,
but
I
still
rather
wondered
what
the
work
could
be
,
for
it
was
evidently
nothing
for
herself
.
And
I
noticed
as
I
kissed
my
dear
that
she
lay
with
one
hand
under
her
pillow
so
that
it
was
hidden
.
How
much
less
amiable
I
must
have
been
than
they
thought
me
,
how
much
less
amiable
than
I
thought
myself
,
to
be
so
preoccupied
with
my
own
cheerfulness
and
contentment
as
to
think
that
it
only
rested
with
me
to
put
my
dear
girl
right
and
set
her
mind
at
peace
!
But
I
lay
down
,
self
-
deceived
,
in
that
belief
.
And
I
awoke
in
it
next
day
to
find
that
there
was
still
the
same
shade
between
me
and
my
darling
.
