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Smallweed
looks
,
with
greedy
eyes
,
at
the
little
bundle
Mr
.
Bucket
produces
from
a
mysterious
part
of
his
coat
,
and
identifies
it
as
the
same
.
"
What
have
you
got
to
say
next
?
"
asks
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Now
,
don
’
t
open
your
mouth
too
wide
,
because
you
don
’
t
look
handsome
when
you
do
it
.
"
"
I
want
five
hundred
pound
.
"
"
No
,
you
don
’
t
;
you
mean
fifty
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
humorously
.
It
appears
,
however
,
that
Mr
.
Smallweed
means
five
hundred
.
"
That
is
,
I
am
deputed
by
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
to
consider
(
without
admitting
or
promising
anything
)
this
bit
of
business
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
—
Sir
Leicester
mechanically
bows
his
head
—
"
and
you
ask
me
to
consider
a
proposal
of
five
hundred
pounds
.
Why
,
it
’
s
an
unreasonable
proposal
!
Two
fifty
would
be
bad
enough
,
but
better
than
that
.
Hadn
’
t
you
better
say
two
fifty
?
"
Mr
.
Smallweed
is
quite
clear
that
he
had
better
not
.
"
Then
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
let
’
s
hear
Mr
.
Chadband
.
Lord
!
Many
a
time
I
’
ve
heard
my
old
fellow
-
serjeant
of
that
name
;
and
a
moderate
man
he
was
in
all
respects
,
as
ever
I
come
across
!
"
Thus
invited
,
Mr
.
Chadband
steps
forth
,
and
after
a
little
sleek
smiling
and
a
little
oil
-
grinding
with
the
palms
of
his
hands
,
delivers
himself
as
follows
,
"
My
friends
,
we
are
now
—
Rachael
,
my
wife
,
and
I
—
in
the
mansions
of
the
rich
and
great
.
Why
are
we
now
in
the
mansions
of
the
rich
and
great
,
my
friends
?
Is
it
because
we
are
invited
?
Because
we
are
bidden
to
feast
with
them
,
because
we
are
bidden
to
rejoice
with
them
,
because
we
are
bidden
to
play
the
lute
with
them
,
because
we
are
bidden
to
dance
with
them
?
No
.
Then
why
are
we
here
,
my
friends
?
Air
we
in
possession
of
a
sinful
secret
,
and
do
we
require
corn
,
and
wine
,
and
oil
,
or
what
is
much
the
same
thing
,
money
,
for
the
keeping
thereof
?
Probably
so
,
my
friends
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
man
of
business
,
you
are
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
,
very
attentive
,
"
and
consequently
you
’
re
going
on
to
mention
what
the
nature
of
your
secret
is
.
You
are
right
.
You
couldn
’
t
do
better
.
"
"
Let
us
then
,
my
brother
,
in
a
spirit
of
love
,
"
says
Mr
.
Chadband
with
a
cunning
eye
,
"
proceed
unto
it
.
Rachael
,
my
wife
,
advance
!
"
Mrs
.
Chadband
,
more
than
ready
,
so
advances
as
to
jostle
her
husband
into
the
background
and
confronts
Mr
.
Bucket
with
a
hard
,
frowning
smile
.
"
Since
you
want
to
know
what
we
know
,
"
says
she
,
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
I
helped
to
bring
up
Miss
Hawdon
,
her
ladyship
’
s
daughter
.
I
was
in
the
service
of
her
ladyship
’
s
sister
,
who
was
very
sensitive
to
the
disgrace
her
ladyship
brought
upon
her
,
and
gave
out
,
even
to
her
ladyship
,
that
the
child
was
dead
—
she
WAS
very
nearly
so
—
when
she
was
born
.
But
she
’
s
alive
,
and
I
know
her
.
"
With
these
words
,
and
a
laugh
,
and
laying
a
bitter
stress
on
the
word
"
ladyship
,
"
Mrs
.
Chadband
folds
her
arms
and
looks
implacably
at
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
I
suppose
now
,
"
returns
that
officer
,
"
YOU
will
be
expecting
a
twenty
-
pound
note
or
a
present
of
about
that
figure
?
"
Mrs
.
Chadband
merely
laughs
and
contemptuously
tells
him
he
can
"
offer
"
twenty
pence
.
"
My
friend
the
law
-
stationer
’
s
good
lady
,
over
there
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
luring
Mrs
.
Snagsby
forward
with
the
finger
.
"
What
may
YOUR
game
be
,
ma
’
am
?
"
Mrs
.
Snagsby
is
at
first
prevented
,
by
tears
and
lamentations
,
from
stating
the
nature
of
her
game
,
but
by
degrees
it
confusedly
comes
to
light
that
she
is
a
woman
overwhelmed
with
injuries
and
wrongs
,
whom
Mr
.
Snagsby
has
habitually
deceived
,
abandoned
,
and
sought
to
keep
in
darkness
,
and
whose
chief
comfort
,
under
her
afflictions
,
has
been
the
sympathy
of
the
late
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
who
showed
so
much
commiseration
for
her
on
one
occasion
of
his
calling
in
Cook
’
s
Court
in
the
absence
of
her
perjured
husband
that
she
has
of
late
habitually
carried
to
him
all
her
woes
.
Everybody
it
appears
,
the
present
company
excepted
,
has
plotted
against
Mrs
.
Snagsby
’
s
peace
.
There
is
Mr
.
Guppy
,
clerk
to
Kenge
and
Carboy
,
who
was
at
first
as
open
as
the
sun
at
noon
,
but
who
suddenly
shut
up
as
close
as
midnight
,
under
the
influence
—
no
doubt
—
of
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
suborning
and
tampering
.
There
is
Mr
.
Weevle
,
friend
of
Mr
.
Guppy
,
who
lived
mysteriously
up
a
court
,
owing
to
the
like
coherent
causes
.
There
was
Krook
,
deceased
;
there
was
Nimrod
,
deceased
;
and
there
was
Jo
,
deceased
;
and
they
were
"
all
in
it
.
"
In
what
,
Mrs
.
Snagsby
does
not
with
particularity
express
,
but
she
knows
that
Jo
was
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
son
,
"
as
well
as
if
a
trumpet
had
spoken
it
,
"
and
she
followed
Mr
.
Snagsby
when
he
went
on
his
last
visit
to
the
boy
,
and
if
he
was
not
his
son
why
did
he
go
?
The
one
occupation
of
her
life
has
been
,
for
some
time
back
,
to
follow
Mr
.
Snagsby
to
and
fro
,
and
up
and
down
,
and
to
piece
suspicious
circumstances
together
—
and
every
circumstance
that
has
happened
has
been
most
suspicious
;
and
in
this
way
she
has
pursued
her
object
of
detecting
and
confounding
her
false
husband
,
night
and
day
.
Thus
did
it
come
to
pass
that
she
brought
the
Chadbands
and
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
together
,
and
conferred
with
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
on
the
change
in
Mr
.
Guppy
,
and
helped
to
turn
up
the
circumstances
in
which
the
present
company
are
interested
,
casually
,
by
the
wayside
,
being
still
and
ever
on
the
great
high
road
that
is
to
terminate
in
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
full
exposure
and
a
matrimonial
separation
.
All
this
,
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
as
an
injured
woman
,
and
the
friend
of
Mrs
.
Chadband
,
and
the
follower
of
Mr
.
Chadband
,
and
the
mourner
of
the
late
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
is
here
to
certify
under
the
seal
of
confidence
,
with
every
possible
confusion
and
involvement
possible
and
impossible
,
having
no
pecuniary
motive
whatever
,
no
scheme
or
project
but
the
one
mentioned
,
and
bringing
here
,
and
taking
everywhere
,
her
own
dense
atmosphere
of
dust
,
arising
from
the
ceaseless
working
of
her
mill
of
jealousy
.
While
this
exordium
is
in
hand
—
and
it
takes
some
time
—
Mr
.
Bucket
,
who
has
seen
through
the
transparency
of
Mrs
.
Snagsby
’
s
vinegar
at
a
glance
,
confers
with
his
familiar
demon
and
bestows
his
shrewd
attention
on
the
Chadbands
and
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
remains
immovable
,
with
the
same
icy
surface
upon
him
,
except
that
he
once
or
twice
looks
towards
Mr
.
Bucket
,
as
relying
on
that
officer
alone
of
all
mankind
.
"
Very
good
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Now
I
understand
you
,
you
know
,
and
being
deputed
by
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
to
look
into
this
little
matter
,
"
again
Sir
Leicester
mechanically
bows
in
confirmation
of
the
statement
,
"
can
give
it
my
fair
and
full
attention
.
Now
I
won
’
t
allude
to
conspiring
to
extort
money
or
anything
of
that
sort
,
because
we
are
men
and
women
of
the
world
here
,
and
our
object
is
to
make
things
pleasant
.
But
I
tell
you
what
I
DO
wonder
at
;
I
am
surprised
that
you
should
think
of
making
a
noise
below
in
the
hall
.
It
was
so
opposed
to
your
interests
.
That
’
s
what
I
look
at
.
"
"
We
wanted
to
get
in
,
"
pleads
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
"
Why
,
of
course
you
wanted
to
get
in
,
"
Mr
.
Bucket
asserts
with
cheerfulness
;
"
but
for
a
old
gentleman
at
your
time
of
life
—
what
I
call
truly
venerable
,
mind
you
!
—
with
his
wits
sharpened
,
as
I
have
no
doubt
they
are
,
by
the
loss
of
the
use
of
his
limbs
,
which
occasions
all
his
animation
to
mount
up
into
his
head
,
not
to
consider
that
if
he
don
’
t
keep
such
a
business
as
the
present
as
close
as
possible
it
can
’
t
be
worth
a
mag
to
him
,
is
so
curious
!
You
see
your
temper
got
the
better
of
you
;
that
’
s
where
you
lost
ground
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
in
an
argumentative
and
friendly
way
.
"
I
only
said
I
wouldn
’
t
go
without
one
of
the
servants
came
up
to
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
"
That
’
s
it
!
That
’
s
where
your
temper
got
the
better
of
you
.
Now
,
you
keep
it
under
another
time
and
you
’
ll
make
money
by
it
.
Shall
I
ring
for
them
to
carry
you
down
?
"
"
When
are
we
to
hear
more
of
this
?
"
Mrs
.
Chadband
sternly
demands
.
"
Bless
your
heart
for
a
true
woman
!
Always
curious
,
your
delightful
sex
is
!
"
replies
Mr
.
Bucket
with
gallantry
.
"
I
shall
have
the
pleasure
of
giving
you
a
call
to
-
morrow
or
next
day
—
not
forgetting
Mr
.
Smallweed
and
his
proposal
of
two
fifty
.
"
"
Five
hundred
!
"
exclaims
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
"
All
right
!
Nominally
five
hundred
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
has
his
hand
on
the
bell
-
rope
.
"
SHALL
I
wish
you
good
day
for
the
present
on
the
part
of
myself
and
the
gentleman
of
the
house
?
"
he
asks
in
an
insinuating
tone
.
Nobody
having
the
hardihood
to
object
to
his
doing
so
,
he
does
it
,
and
the
party
retire
as
they
came
up
.
Mr
.
Bucket
follows
them
to
the
door
,
and
returning
,
says
with
an
air
of
serious
business
,
"
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
it
’
s
for
you
to
consider
whether
or
not
to
buy
this
up
.
I
should
recommend
,
on
the
whole
,
it
’
s
being
bought
up
myself
;
and
I
think
it
may
be
bought
pretty
cheap
.
You
see
,
that
little
pickled
cowcumber
of
a
Mrs
.
Snagsby
has
been
used
by
all
sides
of
the
speculation
and
has
done
a
deal
more
harm
in
bringing
odds
and
ends
together
than
if
she
had
meant
it
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
deceased
,
he
held
all
these
horses
in
his
hand
and
could
have
drove
’
em
his
own
way
,
I
haven
’
t
a
doubt
;
but
he
was
fetched
off
the
box
head
-
foremost
,
and
now
they
have
got
their
legs
over
the
traces
,
and
are
all
dragging
and
pulling
their
own
ways
.
So
it
is
,
and
such
is
life
.
The
cat
’
s
away
,
and
the
mice
they
play
;
the
frost
breaks
up
,
and
the
water
runs
.
Now
,
with
regard
to
the
party
to
be
apprehended
.
"
Sir
Leicester
seems
to
wake
,
though
his
eyes
have
been
wide
open
,
and
he
looks
intently
at
Mr
.
Bucket
as
Mr
.
Bucket
refers
to
his
watch
.
"
The
party
to
be
apprehended
is
now
in
this
house
,
"
proceeds
Mr
.
Bucket
,
putting
up
his
watch
with
a
steady
hand
and
with
rising
spirits
,
"
and
I
’
m
about
to
take
her
into
custody
in
your
presence
.
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
don
’
t
you
say
a
word
nor
yet
stir
.
There
’
ll
be
no
noise
and
no
disturbance
at
all
.
I
’
ll
come
back
in
the
course
of
the
evening
,
if
agreeable
to
you
,
and
endeavour
to
meet
your
wishes
respecting
this
unfortunate
family
matter
and
the
nobbiest
way
of
keeping
it
quiet
.
Now
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
don
’
t
you
be
nervous
on
account
of
the
apprehension
at
present
coming
off
.
You
shall
see
the
whole
case
clear
,
from
first
to
last
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
rings
,
goes
to
the
door
,
briefly
whispers
Mercury
,
shuts
the
door
,
and
stands
behind
it
with
his
arms
folded
.
After
a
suspense
of
a
minute
or
two
the
door
slowly
opens
and
a
Frenchwoman
enters
.
Mademoiselle
Hortense
.
The
moment
she
is
in
the
room
Mr
.
Bucket
claps
the
door
to
and
puts
his
back
against
it
.
The
suddenness
of
the
noise
occasions
her
to
turn
,
and
then
for
the
first
time
she
sees
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
in
his
chair
.
"
I
ask
you
pardon
,
"
she
mutters
hurriedly
.
"
They
tell
me
there
was
no
one
here
.
"
Her
step
towards
the
door
brings
her
front
to
front
with
Mr
.
Bucket
.
Suddenly
a
spasm
shoots
across
her
face
and
she
turns
deadly
pale
.
"
This
is
my
lodger
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
nodding
at
her
.
"
This
foreign
young
woman
has
been
my
lodger
for
some
weeks
back
.
"
"
What
do
Sir
Leicester
care
for
that
,
you
think
,
my
angel
?
"
returns
mademoiselle
in
a
jocular
strain
.
"
Why
,
my
angel
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
we
shall
see
.
"
Mademoiselle
Hortense
eyes
him
with
a
scowl
upon
her
tight
face
,
which
gradually
changes
into
a
smile
of
scorn
,
"
You
are
very
mysterieuse
.
Are
you
drunk
?
"
"
Tolerable
sober
,
my
angel
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
I
come
from
arriving
at
this
so
detestable
house
with
your
wife
.
Your
wife
have
left
me
since
some
minutes
.
They
tell
me
downstairs
that
your
wife
is
here
.
I
come
here
,
and
your
wife
is
not
here
.
What
is
the
intention
of
this
fool
’
s
play
,
say
then
?
"
mademoiselle
demands
,
with
her
arms
composedly
crossed
,
but
with
something
in
her
dark
cheek
beating
like
a
clock
.
Mr
.
Bucket
merely
shakes
the
finger
at
her
.
"
Ah
,
my
God
,
you
are
an
unhappy
idiot
!
"
cries
mademoiselle
with
a
toss
of
her
head
and
a
laugh
.
"
Leave
me
to
pass
downstairs
,
great
pig
.
"
With
a
stamp
of
her
foot
and
a
menace
.
"
Now
,
mademoiselle
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
in
a
cool
determined
way
,
"
you
go
and
sit
down
upon
that
sofy
.
"
"
I
will
not
sit
down
upon
nothing
,
"
she
replies
with
a
shower
of
nods
.
"
Now
,
mademoiselle
,
"
repeats
Mr
.
Bucket
,
making
no
demonstration
except
with
the
finger
,
"
you
sit
down
upon
that
sofy
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
I
take
you
into
custody
on
a
charge
of
murder
,
and
you
don
’
t
need
to
be
told
it
.
Now
,
I
want
to
be
polite
to
one
of
your
sex
and
a
foreigner
if
I
can
.
If
I
can
’
t
,
I
must
be
rough
,
and
there
’
s
rougher
ones
outside
.
What
I
am
to
be
depends
on
you
.
So
I
recommend
you
,
as
a
friend
,
afore
another
half
a
blessed
moment
has
passed
over
your
head
,
to
go
and
sit
down
upon
that
sofy
.
"
Mademoiselle
complies
,
saying
in
a
concentrated
voice
while
that
something
in
her
cheek
beats
fast
and
hard
,
"
You
are
a
devil
.
"
"
Now
,
you
see
,
"
Mr
.
Bucket
proceeds
approvingly
,
"
you
’
re
comfortable
and
conducting
yourself
as
I
should
expect
a
foreign
young
woman
of
your
sense
to
do
.
So
I
’
ll
give
you
a
piece
of
advice
,
and
it
’
s
this
,
don
’
t
you
talk
too
much
.
You
’
re
not
expected
to
say
anything
here
,
and
you
can
’
t
keep
too
quiet
a
tongue
in
your
head
.
In
short
,
the
less
you
PARLAY
,
the
better
,
you
know
.
"
Mr
.
Bucket
is
very
complacent
over
this
French
explanation
.
Mademoiselle
,
with
that
tigerish
expansion
of
the
mouth
and
her
black
eyes
darting
fire
upon
him
,
sits
upright
on
the
sofa
in
a
rigid
state
,
with
her
hands
clenched
—
and
her
feet
too
,
one
might
suppose
—
muttering
,
"
Oh
,
you
Bucket
,
you
are
a
devil
!
"
"
Now
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
and
from
this
time
forth
the
finger
never
rests
,
"
this
young
woman
,
my
lodger
,
was
her
ladyship
’
s
maid
at
the
time
I
have
mentioned
to
you
;
and
this
young
woman
,
besides
being
extraordinary
vehement
and
passionate
against
her
ladyship
after
being
discharged
—
"
"
Lie
!
"
cries
mademoiselle
.
"
I
discharge
myself
.
"
"
Now
,
why
don
’
t
you
take
my
advice
?
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
in
an
impressive
,
almost
in
an
imploring
,
tone
.
"
I
’
m
surprised
at
the
indiscreetness
you
commit
.
You
’
ll
say
something
that
’
ll
be
used
against
you
,
you
know
.
You
’
re
sure
to
come
to
it
.
Never
you
mind
what
I
say
till
it
’
s
given
in
evidence
.
It
is
not
addressed
to
you
.
"
"
Discharge
,
too
,
"
cries
mademoiselle
furiously
,
"
by
her
ladyship
!
Eh
,
my
faith
,
a
pretty
ladyship
!
Why
,
I
r
-
r
-
r
-
ruin
my
character
by
remaining
with
a
ladyship
so
infame
!
"
"
Upon
my
soul
I
wonder
at
you
!
"
Mr
.
Bucket
remonstrates
.
"
I
thought
the
French
were
a
polite
nation
,
I
did
,
really
.
Yet
to
hear
a
female
going
on
like
that
before
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
!
"
"
He
is
a
poor
abused
!
"
cries
mademoiselle
.
"
I
spit
upon
his
house
,
upon
his
name
,
upon
his
imbecility
,
"
all
of
which
she
makes
the
carpet
represent
.
"
Oh
,
that
he
is
a
great
man
!
Oh
,
yes
,
superb
!
Oh
,
heaven
!
Bah
!
"
"
Well
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
"
proceeds
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
this
intemperate
foreigner
also
angrily
took
it
into
her
head
that
she
had
established
a
claim
upon
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
deceased
,
by
attending
on
the
occasion
I
told
you
of
at
his
chambers
,
though
she
was
liberally
paid
for
her
time
and
trouble
.
"
"
Lie
!
"
cries
mademoiselle
.
"
I
ref
-
use
his
money
all
togezzer
.
"
"
If
you
WILL
PARLAY
,
you
know
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
parenthetically
,
"
you
must
take
the
consequences
.
Now
,
whether
she
became
my
lodger
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
with
any
deliberate
intention
then
of
doing
this
deed
and
blinding
me
,
I
give
no
opinion
on
;
but
she
lived
in
my
house
in
that
capacity
at
the
time
that
she
was
hovering
about
the
chambers
of
the
deceased
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
with
a
view
to
a
wrangle
,
and
likewise
persecuting
and
half
frightening
the
life
out
of
an
unfortunate
stationer
.
"
"
Lie
!
"
cries
mademoiselle
.
"
All
lie
!
"
"
The
murder
was
committed
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
and
you
know
under
what
circumstances
.
Now
,
I
beg
of
you
to
follow
me
close
with
your
attention
for
a
minute
or
two
.
I
was
sent
for
,
and
the
case
was
entrusted
to
me
.
I
examined
the
place
,
and
the
body
,
and
the
papers
,
and
everything
.
