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"
While
he
makes
this
protestation
with
great
emotion
and
earnestness
,
looking
round
the
room
as
if
he
were
addressing
an
assembly
,
Mr
.
Bucket
glances
at
him
with
an
observant
gravity
in
which
there
might
be
,
but
for
the
audacity
of
the
thought
,
a
touch
of
compassion
.
"
The
ceremony
of
to
-
day
,
"
continues
Sir
Leicester
,
"
strikingly
illustrative
of
the
respect
in
which
my
deceased
friend
"
—
he
lays
a
stress
upon
the
word
,
for
death
levels
all
distinctions
—
"
was
held
by
the
flower
of
the
land
,
has
,
I
say
,
aggravated
the
shock
I
have
received
from
this
most
horrible
and
audacious
crime
.
If
it
were
my
brother
who
had
committed
it
,
I
would
not
spare
him
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
looks
very
grave
.
Volumnia
remarks
of
the
deceased
that
he
was
the
trustiest
and
dearest
person
!
"
You
must
feel
it
as
a
deprivation
to
you
,
miss
,
"
replies
Mr
.
Bucket
soothingly
,
"
no
doubt
.
He
was
calculated
to
BE
a
deprivation
,
I
’
m
sure
he
was
.
"
Volumnia
gives
Mr
.
Bucket
to
understand
,
in
reply
,
that
her
sensitive
mind
is
fully
made
up
never
to
get
the
better
of
it
as
long
as
she
lives
,
that
her
nerves
are
unstrung
for
ever
,
and
that
she
has
not
the
least
expectation
of
ever
smiling
again
.
Meanwhile
she
folds
up
a
cocked
hat
for
that
redoubtable
old
general
at
Bath
,
descriptive
of
her
melancholy
condition
.
"
It
gives
a
start
to
a
delicate
female
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
sympathetically
,
"
but
it
’
ll
wear
off
.
"
Volumnia
wishes
of
all
things
to
know
what
is
doing
?
Whether
they
are
going
to
convict
,
or
whatever
it
is
,
that
dreadful
soldier
?
Whether
he
had
any
accomplices
,
or
whatever
the
thing
is
called
in
the
law
?
And
a
great
deal
more
to
the
like
artless
purpose
.
"
Why
you
see
,
miss
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
,
bringing
the
finger
into
persuasive
action
—
and
such
is
his
natural
gallantry
that
he
had
almost
said
"
my
dear
"
—
"
it
ain
’
t
easy
to
answer
those
questions
at
the
present
moment
.
Not
at
the
present
moment
.
I
’
ve
kept
myself
on
this
case
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
"
whom
Mr
.
Bucket
takes
into
the
conversation
in
right
of
his
importance
,
"
morning
,
noon
,
and
night
.
But
for
a
glass
or
two
of
sherry
,
I
don
’
t
think
I
could
have
had
my
mind
so
much
upon
the
stretch
as
it
has
been
.
I
COULD
answer
your
questions
,
miss
,
but
duty
forbids
it
.
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
will
very
soon
be
made
acquainted
with
all
that
has
been
traced
.
And
I
hope
that
he
may
find
it
"
—
Mr
.
Bucket
again
looks
grave
—
"
to
his
satisfaction
.
"
The
debilitated
cousin
only
hopes
some
fler
’
ll
be
executed
—
zample
.
Thinks
more
interest
’
s
wanted
—
get
man
hanged
presentime
—
than
get
man
place
ten
thousand
a
year
.
Hasn
’
t
a
doubt
—
zample
—
far
better
hang
wrong
fler
than
no
fler
.
"
YOU
know
life
,
you
know
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
with
a
complimentary
twinkle
of
his
eye
and
crook
of
his
finger
,
"
and
you
can
confirm
what
I
’
ve
mentioned
to
this
lady
.
YOU
don
’
t
want
to
be
told
that
from
information
I
have
received
I
have
gone
to
work
.
You
’
re
up
to
what
a
lady
can
’
t
be
expected
to
be
up
to
.
Lord
!
Especially
in
your
elevated
station
of
society
,
miss
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
quite
reddening
at
another
narrow
escape
from
"
my
dear
.
"
"
The
officer
,
Volumnia
,
"
observes
Sir
Leicester
,
"
is
faithful
to
his
duty
,
and
perfectly
right
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
murmurs
,
"
Glad
to
have
the
honour
of
your
approbation
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
"
"
In
fact
,
Volumnia
,
"
proceeds
Sir
Leicester
,
"
it
is
not
holding
up
a
good
model
for
imitation
to
ask
the
officer
any
such
questions
as
you
have
put
to
him
.
He
is
the
best
judge
of
his
own
responsibility
;
he
acts
upon
his
responsibility
.
And
it
does
not
become
us
,
who
assist
in
making
the
laws
,
to
impede
or
interfere
with
those
who
carry
them
into
execution
.
Or
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
somewhat
sternly
,
for
Volumnia
was
going
to
cut
in
before
he
had
rounded
his
sentence
,
"
or
who
vindicate
their
outraged
majesty
.
"
Volumnia
with
all
humility
explains
that
she
had
not
merely
the
plea
of
curiosity
to
urge
(
in
common
with
the
giddy
youth
of
her
sex
in
general
)
but
that
she
is
perfectly
dying
with
regret
and
interest
for
the
darling
man
whose
loss
they
all
deplore
.
"
Very
well
,
Volumnia
,
"
returns
Sir
Leicester
.
"
Then
you
cannot
be
too
discreet
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
takes
the
opportunity
of
a
pause
to
be
heard
again
.
"
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
I
have
no
objections
to
telling
this
lady
,
with
your
leave
and
among
ourselves
,
that
I
look
upon
the
case
as
pretty
well
complete
.
It
is
a
beautiful
case
—
a
beautiful
case
—
and
what
little
is
wanting
to
complete
it
,
I
expect
to
be
able
to
supply
in
a
few
hours
.
"
"
I
am
very
glad
indeed
to
hear
it
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
.
"
Highly
creditable
to
you
.
"
"
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
very
seriously
,
"
I
hope
it
may
at
one
and
the
same
time
do
me
credit
and
prove
satisfactory
to
all
.
When
I
depict
it
as
a
beautiful
case
,
you
see
,
miss
,
"
Mr
.
Bucket
goes
on
,
glancing
gravely
at
Sir
Leicester
,
"
I
mean
from
my
point
of
view
.
As
considered
from
other
points
of
view
,
such
cases
will
always
involve
more
or
less
unpleasantness
.
Very
strange
things
comes
to
our
knowledge
in
families
,
miss
;
bless
your
heart
,
what
you
would
think
to
be
phenomenons
,
quite
.
"
Volumnia
,
with
her
innocent
little
scream
,
supposes
so
.
"
Aye
,
and
even
in
gen
-
teel
families
,
in
high
families
,
in
great
families
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
again
gravely
eyeing
Sir
Leicester
aside
.
"
I
have
had
the
honour
of
being
employed
in
high
families
before
,
and
you
have
no
idea
—
come
,
I
’
ll
go
so
far
as
to
say
not
even
YOU
have
any
idea
,
sir
,
"
this
to
the
debilitated
cousin
,
"
what
games
goes
on
!
"
The
cousin
,
who
has
been
casting
sofa
-
pillows
on
his
head
,
in
a
prostration
of
boredom
yawns
,
"
Vayli
,
"
being
the
used
-
up
for
"
very
likely
.
"
Sir
Leicester
,
deeming
it
time
to
dismiss
the
officer
,
here
majestically
interposes
with
the
words
,
"
Very
good
.
Thank
you
!
"
and
also
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
,
implying
not
only
that
there
is
an
end
of
the
discourse
,
but
that
if
high
families
fall
into
low
habits
they
must
take
the
consequences
.
"
You
will
not
forget
,
officer
,
"
he
adds
with
condescension
,
"
that
I
am
at
your
disposal
when
you
please
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
(
still
grave
)
inquires
if
to
-
morrow
morning
,
now
,
would
suit
,
in
case
he
should
be
as
for
’
ard
as
he
expects
to
be
.
Sir
Leicester
replies
,
"
All
times
are
alike
to
me
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
makes
his
three
bows
and
is
withdrawing
when
a
forgotten
point
occurs
to
him
.
"
Might
I
ask
,
by
the
by
,
"
he
says
in
a
low
voice
,
cautiously
returning
,
"
who
posted
the
reward
-
bill
on
the
staircase
.
"
"
I
ordered
it
to
be
put
up
there
,
"
replies
Sir
Leicester
.
"
Would
it
be
considered
a
liberty
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
if
I
was
to
ask
you
why
?
"
"
Not
at
all
.
I
chose
it
as
a
conspicuous
part
of
the
house
.
I
think
it
cannot
be
too
prominently
kept
before
the
whole
establishment
.
I
wish
my
people
to
be
impressed
with
the
enormity
of
the
crime
,
the
determination
to
punish
it
,
and
the
hopelessness
of
escape
.
At
the
same
time
,
officer
,
if
you
in
your
better
knowledge
of
the
subject
see
any
objection
—
"
Mr
.
Bucket
sees
none
now
;
the
bill
having
been
put
up
,
had
better
not
be
taken
down
.
Repeating
his
three
bows
he
withdraws
,
closing
the
door
on
Volumnia
’
s
little
scream
,
which
is
a
preliminary
to
her
remarking
that
that
charmingly
horrible
person
is
a
perfect
Blue
Chamber
.
In
his
fondness
for
society
and
his
adaptability
to
all
grades
,
Mr
.
Bucket
is
presently
standing
before
the
hall
-
fire
—
bright
and
warm
on
the
early
winter
night
—
admiring
Mercury
.
"
Why
,
you
’
re
six
foot
two
,
I
suppose
?
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Three
,
"
says
Mercury
.
"
Are
you
so
much
?
But
then
,
you
see
,
you
’
re
broad
in
proportion
and
don
’
t
look
it
.
You
’
re
not
one
of
the
weak
-
legged
ones
,
you
ain
’
t
.
Was
you
ever
modelled
now
?
"
Mr
.
Bucket
asks
,
conveying
the
expression
of
an
artist
into
the
turn
of
his
eye
and
head
.
Mercury
never
was
modelled
.
"
Then
you
ought
to
be
,
you
know
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
;
"
and
a
friend
of
mine
that
you
’
ll
hear
of
one
day
as
a
Royal
Academy
sculptor
would
stand
something
handsome
to
make
a
drawing
of
your
proportions
for
the
marble
.
My
Lady
’
s
out
,
ain
’
t
she
?
"
"
Out
to
dinner
.
"
"
Goes
out
pretty
well
every
day
,
don
’
t
she
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Not
to
be
wondered
at
!
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Such
a
fine
woman
as
her
,
so
handsome
and
so
graceful
and
so
elegant
,
is
like
a
fresh
lemon
on
a
dinner
-
table
,
ornamental
wherever
she
goes
.
Was
your
father
in
the
same
way
of
life
as
yourself
?
"
Answer
in
the
negative
.
"
Mine
was
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
My
father
was
first
a
page
,
then
a
footman
,
then
a
butler
,
then
a
steward
,
then
an
inn
-
keeper
.
Lived
universally
respected
,
and
died
lamented
.
Said
with
his
last
breath
that
he
considered
service
the
most
honourable
part
of
his
career
,
and
so
it
was
.
I
’
ve
a
brother
in
service
,
AND
a
brother
-
in
-
law
.
My
Lady
a
good
temper
?
"
Mercury
replies
,
"
As
good
as
you
can
expect
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
A
little
spoilt
?
A
little
capricious
?
Lord
!
What
can
you
anticipate
when
they
’
re
so
handsome
as
that
?
And
we
like
’
em
all
the
better
for
it
,
don
’
t
we
?
"
Mercury
,
with
his
hands
in
the
pockets
of
his
bright
peach
-
blossom
small
-
clothes
,
stretches
his
symmetrical
silk
legs
with
the
air
of
a
man
of
gallantry
and
can
’
t
deny
it
.
Come
the
roll
of
wheels
and
a
violent
ringing
at
the
bell
.
"
Talk
of
the
angels
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Here
she
is
!
"
The
doors
are
thrown
open
,
and
she
passes
through
the
hall
.
Still
very
pale
,
she
is
dressed
in
slight
mourning
and
wears
two
beautiful
bracelets
.
Either
their
beauty
or
the
beauty
of
her
arms
is
particularly
attractive
to
Mr
.
Bucket
.
He
looks
at
them
with
an
eager
eye
and
rattles
something
in
his
pocket
—
halfpence
perhaps
.
Noticing
him
at
his
distance
,
she
turns
an
inquiring
look
on
the
other
Mercury
who
has
brought
her
home
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
,
my
Lady
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
makes
a
leg
and
comes
forward
,
passing
his
familiar
demon
over
the
region
of
his
mouth
.
"
Are
you
waiting
to
see
Sir
Leicester
?
"
"
No
,
my
Lady
,
I
’
ve
seen
him
!
"
"
Have
you
anything
to
say
to
me
?
"
"
Not
just
at
present
,
my
Lady
.
"
"
Have
you
made
any
new
discoveries
?
"
"
A
few
,
my
Lady
.
"
This
is
merely
in
passing
.
She
scarcely
makes
a
stop
,
and
sweeps
upstairs
alone
.
Mr
.
Bucket
,
moving
towards
the
staircase
-
foot
,
watches
her
as
she
goes
up
the
steps
the
old
man
came
down
to
his
grave
,
past
murderous
groups
of
statuary
repeated
with
their
shadowy
weapons
on
the
wall
,
past
the
printed
bill
,
which
she
looks
at
going
by
,
out
of
view
.
"
She
’
s
a
lovely
woman
,
too
,
she
really
is
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
coming
back
to
Mercury
.
"
Don
’
t
look
quite
healthy
though
.
"
Is
not
quite
healthy
,
Mercury
informs
him
.
Suffers
much
from
headaches
.
Really
?
That
’
s
a
pity
!
Walking
,
Mr
.
Bucket
would
recommend
for
that
.
Well
,
she
tries
walking
,
Mercury
rejoins
.
Walks
sometimes
for
two
hours
when
she
has
them
bad
.
By
night
,
too
.
"
Are
you
sure
you
’
re
quite
so
much
as
six
foot
three
?
"
asks
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Begging
your
pardon
for
interrupting
you
a
moment
?
"
Not
a
doubt
about
it
.
"
You
’
re
so
well
put
together
that
I
shouldn
’
t
have
thought
it
.
But
the
household
troops
,
though
considered
fine
men
,
are
built
so
straggling
.
Walks
by
night
,
does
she
?
When
it
’
s
moonlight
,
though
?
"
Oh
,
yes
.
When
it
’
s
moonlight
!
Of
course
.
Oh
,
of
course
!
Conversational
and
acquiescent
on
both
sides
.
"
I
suppose
you
ain
’
t
in
the
habit
of
walking
yourself
?
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Not
much
time
for
it
,
I
should
say
?
"
Besides
which
,
Mercury
don
’
t
like
it
Prefers
carriage
exercise
.
"
To
be
sure
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
That
makes
a
difference
.
Now
I
think
of
it
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
warming
his
hands
and
looking
pleasantly
at
the
blaze
,
"
she
went
out
walking
the
very
night
of
this
business
.
"
"
To
be
sure
she
did
!
I
let
her
into
the
garden
over
the
way
.
"
"
And
left
her
there
.
Certainly
you
did
.
I
saw
you
doing
it
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
see
YOU
,
"
says
Mercury
.
"
I
was
rather
in
a
hurry
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
for
I
was
going
to
visit
a
aunt
of
mine
that
lives
at
Chelsea
—
next
door
but
two
to
the
old
original
Bun
House
—
ninety
year
old
the
old
lady
is
,
a
single
woman
,
and
got
a
little
property
.
Yes
,
I
chanced
to
be
passing
at
the
time
.
Let
’
s
see
.
What
time
might
it
be
?
It
wasn
’
t
ten
.
"
"
Half
-
past
nine
.
"
"
You
’
re
right
.
So
it
was
.
And
if
I
don
’
t
deceive
myself
,
my
Lady
was
muffled
in
a
loose
black
mantle
,
with
a
deep
fringe
to
it
?
"
"
Of
course
she
was
.
"
Of
course
she
was
.
Mr
.
Bucket
must
return
to
a
little
work
he
has
to
get
on
with
upstairs
,
but
he
must
shake
hands
with
Mercury
in
acknowledgment
of
his
agreeable
conversation
,
and
will
he
—
this
is
all
he
asks
—
will
he
,
when
he
has
a
leisure
half
-
hour
,
think
of
bestowing
it
on
that
Royal
Academy
sculptor
,
for
the
advantage
of
both
parties
?
Refreshed
by
sleep
,
Mr
.
Bucket
rises
betimes
in
the
morning
and
prepares
for
a
field
-
day
.
Smartened
up
by
the
aid
of
a
clean
shirt
and
a
wet
hairbrush
,
with
which
instrument
,
on
occasions
of
ceremony
,
he
lubricates
such
thin
locks
as
remain
to
him
after
his
life
of
severe
study
,
Mr
.
Bucket
lays
in
a
breakfast
of
two
mutton
chops
as
a
foundation
to
work
upon
,
together
with
tea
,
eggs
,
toast
,
and
marmalade
on
a
corresponding
scale
.
Having
much
enjoyed
these
strengthening
matters
and
having
held
subtle
conference
with
his
familiar
demon
,
he
confidently
instructs
Mercury
"
just
to
mention
quietly
to
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
that
whenever
he
’
s
ready
for
me
,
I
’
m
ready
for
him
.
"
A
gracious
message
being
returned
that
Sir
Leicester
will
expedite
his
dressing
and
join
Mr
.
Bucket
in
the
library
within
ten
minutes
,
Mr
.
Bucket
repairs
to
that
apartment
and
stands
before
the
fire
with
his
finger
on
his
chin
,
looking
at
the
blazing
coals
.
Thoughtful
Mr
.
Bucket
is
,
as
a
man
may
be
with
weighty
work
to
do
,
but
composed
,
sure
,
confident
.
From
the
expression
of
his
face
he
might
be
a
famous
whist
-
player
for
a
large
stake
—
say
a
hundred
guineas
certain
—
with
the
game
in
his
hand
,
but
with
a
high
reputation
involved
in
his
playing
his
hand
out
to
the
last
card
in
a
masterly
way
.
Not
in
the
least
anxious
or
disturbed
is
Mr
.
Bucket
when
Sir
Leicester
appears
,
but
he
eyes
the
baronet
aside
as
he
comes
slowly
to
his
easy
-
chair
with
that
observant
gravity
of
yesterday
in
which
there
might
have
been
yesterday
,
but
for
the
audacity
of
the
idea
,
a
touch
of
compassion
.
"
I
am
sorry
to
have
kept
you
waiting
,
officer
,
but
I
am
rather
later
than
my
usual
hour
this
morning
.
I
am
not
well
.
The
agitation
and
the
indignation
from
which
I
have
recently
suffered
have
been
too
much
for
me
.
I
am
subject
to
—
gout
"
—
Sir
Leicester
was
going
to
say
indisposition
and
would
have
said
it
to
anybody
else
,
but
Mr
.
Bucket
palpably
knows
all
about
it
—
"
and
recent
circumstances
have
brought
it
on
.
"
As
he
takes
his
seat
with
some
difficulty
and
with
an
air
of
pain
,
Mr
.
Bucket
draws
a
little
nearer
,
standing
with
one
of
his
large
hands
on
the
library
-
table
.
"
I
am
not
aware
,
officer
,
"
Sir
Leicester
observes
;
raising
his
eyes
to
his
face
,
"
whether
you
wish
us
to
be
alone
,
but
that
is
entirely
as
you
please
.
If
you
do
,
well
and
good
.
If
not
,
Miss
Dedlock
would
be
interested
—
"
"
Why
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
with
his
head
persuasively
on
one
side
and
his
forefinger
pendant
at
one
ear
like
an
earring
,
"
we
can
’
t
be
too
private
just
at
present
.
You
will
presently
see
that
we
can
’
t
be
too
private
.
A
lady
,
under
the
circumstances
,
and
especially
in
Miss
Dedlock
’
s
elevated
station
of
society
,
can
’
t
but
be
agreeable
to
me
,
but
speaking
without
a
view
to
myself
,
I
will
take
the
liberty
of
assuring
you
that
I
know
we
can
’
t
be
too
private
.
"
"
That
is
enough
.
"
"
So
much
so
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
"
Mr
.
Bucket
resumes
,
"
that
I
was
on
the
point
of
asking
your
permission
to
turn
the
key
in
the
door
.
"
"
By
all
means
.
"
Mr
.
