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In
my
room
there
were
oval
engravings
of
the
months
—
ladies
haymaking
in
short
waists
and
large
hats
tied
under
the
chin
,
for
June
;
smooth
-
legged
noblemen
pointing
with
cocked
-
hats
to
village
steeples
,
for
October
.
Half
-
length
portraits
in
crayons
abounded
all
through
the
house
,
but
were
so
dispersed
that
I
found
the
brother
of
a
youthful
officer
of
mine
in
the
china
-
closet
and
the
grey
old
age
of
my
pretty
young
bride
,
with
a
flower
in
her
bodice
,
in
the
breakfast
-
room
.
As
substitutes
,
I
had
four
angels
,
of
Queen
Anne
’
s
reign
,
taking
a
complacent
gentleman
to
heaven
,
in
festoons
,
with
some
difficulty
;
and
a
composition
in
needlework
representing
fruit
,
a
kettle
,
and
an
alphabet
.
All
the
movables
,
from
the
wardrobes
to
the
chairs
and
tables
,
hangings
,
glasses
,
even
to
the
pincushions
and
scent
-
bottles
on
the
dressing
-
tables
,
displayed
the
same
quaint
variety
.
They
agreed
in
nothing
but
their
perfect
neatness
,
their
display
of
the
whitest
linen
,
and
their
storing
-
up
,
wheresoever
the
existence
of
a
drawer
,
small
or
large
,
rendered
it
possible
,
of
quantities
of
rose
-
leaves
and
sweet
lavender
.
Such
,
with
its
illuminated
windows
,
softened
here
and
there
by
shadows
of
curtains
,
shining
out
upon
the
starlight
night
;
with
its
light
,
and
warmth
,
and
comfort
;
with
its
hospitable
jingle
,
at
a
distance
,
of
preparations
for
dinner
;
with
the
face
of
its
generous
master
brightening
everything
we
saw
;
and
just
wind
enough
without
to
sound
a
low
accompaniment
to
everything
we
heard
,
were
our
first
impressions
of
Bleak
House
.
"
I
am
glad
you
like
it
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
when
he
had
brought
us
round
again
to
Ada
’
s
sitting
-
room
.
"
It
makes
no
pretensions
,
but
it
is
a
comfortable
little
place
,
I
hope
,
and
will
be
more
so
with
such
bright
young
looks
in
it
.
You
have
barely
half
an
hour
before
dinner
.
There
’
s
no
one
here
but
the
finest
creature
upon
earth
—
a
child
.
"
"
More
children
,
Esther
!
"
said
Ada
.
"
I
don
’
t
mean
literally
a
child
,
"
pursued
Mr
.
Jarndyce
;
"
not
a
child
in
years
.
He
is
grown
up
—
he
is
at
least
as
old
as
I
am
—
but
in
simplicity
,
and
freshness
,
and
enthusiasm
,
and
a
fine
guileless
inaptitude
for
all
worldly
affairs
,
he
is
a
perfect
child
.
"
We
felt
that
he
must
be
very
interesting
.
"
He
knows
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
He
is
a
musical
man
,
an
amateur
,
but
might
have
been
a
professional
.
He
is
an
artist
too
,
an
amateur
,
but
might
have
been
a
professional
.
He
is
a
man
of
attainments
and
of
captivating
manners
.
He
has
been
unfortunate
in
his
affairs
,
and
unfortunate
in
his
pursuits
,
and
unfortunate
in
his
family
;
but
he
don
’
t
care
—
he
’
s
a
child
!
"
"
Did
you
imply
that
he
has
children
of
his
own
,
sir
?
"
inquired
Richard
.
"
Yes
,
Rick
!
Half
-
a
-
dozen
.
More
!
Nearer
a
dozen
,
I
should
think
.
But
he
has
never
looked
after
them
.
How
could
he
?
He
wanted
somebody
to
look
after
HIM
.
He
is
a
child
,
you
know
!
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
And
have
the
children
looked
after
themselves
at
all
,
sir
?
"
inquired
Richard
.
"
Why
,
just
as
you
may
suppose
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
his
countenance
suddenly
falling
.
"
It
is
said
that
the
children
of
the
very
poor
are
not
brought
up
,
but
dragged
up
.
Harold
Skimpole
’
s
children
have
tumbled
up
somehow
or
other
.
The
wind
’
s
getting
round
again
,
I
am
afraid
.
I
feel
it
rather
!
"
Richard
observed
that
the
situation
was
exposed
on
a
sharp
night
.
"
It
IS
exposed
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
No
doubt
that
’
s
the
cause
.
Bleak
House
has
an
exposed
sound
.
But
you
are
coming
my
way
.
Come
along
!
"
Our
luggage
having
arrived
and
being
all
at
hand
,
I
was
dressed
in
a
few
minutes
and
engaged
in
putting
my
worldly
goods
away
when
a
maid
(
not
the
one
in
attendance
upon
Ada
,
but
another
,
whom
I
had
not
seen
)
brought
a
basket
into
my
room
with
two
bunches
of
keys
in
it
,
all
labelled
.
"
For
you
,
miss
,
if
you
please
,
"
said
she
.
"
For
me
?
"
said
I
.
"
The
housekeeping
keys
,
miss
.
"
I
showed
my
surprise
,
for
she
added
with
some
little
surprise
on
her
own
part
,
"
I
was
told
to
bring
them
as
soon
as
you
was
alone
,
miss
.
Miss
Summerson
,
if
I
don
’
t
deceive
myself
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
I
.
"
That
is
my
name
.
"
"
The
large
bunch
is
the
housekeeping
,
and
the
little
bunch
is
the
cellars
,
miss
.
Any
time
you
was
pleased
to
appoint
to
-
morrow
morning
,
I
was
to
show
you
the
presses
and
things
they
belong
to
.
"
I
said
I
would
be
ready
at
half
-
past
six
,
and
after
she
was
gone
,
stood
looking
at
the
basket
,
quite
lost
in
the
magnitude
of
my
trust
.
Ada
found
me
thus
and
had
such
a
delightful
confidence
in
me
when
I
showed
her
the
keys
and
told
her
about
them
that
it
would
have
been
insensibility
and
ingratitude
not
to
feel
encouraged
.
I
knew
,
to
be
sure
,
that
it
was
the
dear
girl
’
s
kindness
,
but
I
liked
to
be
so
pleasantly
cheated
.
When
we
went
downstairs
,
we
were
presented
to
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
who
was
standing
before
the
fire
telling
Richard
how
fond
he
used
to
be
,
in
his
school
-
time
,
of
football
.
He
was
a
little
bright
creature
with
a
rather
large
head
,
but
a
delicate
face
and
a
sweet
voice
,
and
there
was
a
perfect
charm
in
him
.
All
he
said
was
so
free
from
effort
and
spontaneous
and
was
said
with
such
a
captivating
gaiety
that
it
was
fascinating
to
hear
him
talk
.
Being
of
a
more
slender
figure
than
Mr
.
Jarndyce
and
having
a
richer
complexion
,
with
browner
hair
,
he
looked
younger
.
Indeed
,
he
had
more
the
appearance
in
all
respects
of
a
damaged
young
man
than
a
well
-
preserved
elderly
one
.
There
was
an
easy
negligence
in
his
manner
and
even
in
his
dress
(
his
hair
carelessly
disposed
,
and
his
neck
-
kerchief
loose
and
flowing
,
as
I
have
seen
artists
paint
their
own
portraits
)
which
I
could
not
separate
from
the
idea
of
a
romantic
youth
who
had
undergone
some
unique
process
of
depreciation
.
It
struck
me
as
being
not
at
all
like
the
manner
or
appearance
of
a
man
who
had
advanced
in
life
by
the
usual
road
of
years
,
cares
,
and
experiences
.
I
gathered
from
the
conversation
that
Mr
.
Skimpole
had
been
educated
for
the
medical
profession
and
had
once
lived
,
in
his
professional
capacity
,
in
the
household
of
a
German
prince
.
He
told
us
,
however
,
that
as
he
had
always
been
a
mere
child
in
point
of
weights
and
measures
and
had
never
known
anything
about
them
(
except
that
they
disgusted
him
)
,
he
had
never
been
able
to
prescribe
with
the
requisite
accuracy
of
detail
.
In
fact
,
he
said
,
he
had
no
head
for
detail
.
And
he
told
us
,
with
great
humour
,
that
when
he
was
wanted
to
bleed
the
prince
or
physic
any
of
his
people
,
he
was
generally
found
lying
on
his
back
in
bed
,
reading
the
newspapers
or
making
fancy
-
sketches
in
pencil
,
and
couldn
’
t
come
.
The
prince
,
at
last
,
objecting
to
this
,
"
in
which
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
in
the
frankest
manner
,
"
he
was
perfectly
right
,
"
the
engagement
terminated
,
and
Mr
.
Skimpole
having
(
as
he
added
with
delightful
gaiety
)
"
nothing
to
live
upon
but
love
,
fell
in
love
,
and
married
,
and
surrounded
himself
with
rosy
cheeks
.
"
His
good
friend
Jarndyce
and
some
other
of
his
good
friends
then
helped
him
,
in
quicker
or
slower
succession
,
to
several
openings
in
life
,
but
to
no
purpose
,
for
he
must
confess
to
two
of
the
oldest
infirmities
in
the
world
:
one
was
that
he
had
no
idea
of
time
,
the
other
that
he
had
no
idea
of
money
.
In
consequence
of
which
he
never
kept
an
appointment
,
never
could
transact
any
business
,
and
never
knew
the
value
of
anything
!
Well
!
So
he
had
got
on
in
life
,
and
here
he
was
!
He
was
very
fond
of
reading
the
papers
,
very
fond
of
making
fancy
-
sketches
with
a
pencil
,
very
fond
of
nature
,
very
fond
of
art
.
All
he
asked
of
society
was
to
let
him
live
.
THAT
wasn
’
t
much
.
His
wants
were
few
.
Give
him
the
papers
,
conversation
,
music
,
mutton
,
coffee
,
landscape
,
fruit
in
the
season
,
a
few
sheets
of
Bristol
-
board
,
and
a
little
claret
,
and
he
asked
no
more
.
He
was
a
mere
child
in
the
world
,
but
he
didn
’
t
cry
for
the
moon
.
He
said
to
the
world
,
"
Go
your
several
ways
in
peace
!
Wear
red
coats
,
blue
coats
,
lawn
sleeves
;
put
pens
behind
your
ears
,
wear
aprons
;
go
after
glory
,
holiness
,
commerce
,
trade
,
any
object
you
prefer
;
only
—
let
Harold
Skimpole
live
!
"
All
this
and
a
great
deal
more
he
told
us
,
not
only
with
the
utmost
brilliancy
and
enjoyment
,
but
with
a
certain
vivacious
candour
—
speaking
of
himself
as
if
he
were
not
at
all
his
own
affair
,
as
if
Skimpole
were
a
third
person
,
as
if
he
knew
that
Skimpole
had
his
singularities
but
still
had
his
claims
too
,
which
were
the
general
business
of
the
community
and
must
not
be
slighted
.
He
was
quite
enchanting
.
If
I
felt
at
all
confused
at
that
early
time
in
endeavouring
to
reconcile
anything
he
said
with
anything
I
had
thought
about
the
duties
and
accountabilities
of
life
(
which
I
am
far
from
sure
of
)
,
I
was
confused
by
not
exactly
understanding
why
he
was
free
of
them
.
That
he
WAS
free
of
them
,
I
scarcely
doubted
;
he
was
so
very
clear
about
it
himself
.
"
I
covet
nothing
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
in
the
same
light
way
.
"
Possession
is
nothing
to
me
.
Here
is
my
friend
Jarndyce
’
s
excellent
house
.
I
feel
obliged
to
him
for
possessing
it
.
I
can
sketch
it
and
alter
it
.
I
can
set
it
to
music
.
When
I
am
here
,
I
have
sufficient
possession
of
it
and
have
neither
trouble
,
cost
,
nor
responsibility
.
My
steward
’
s
name
,
in
short
,
is
Jarndyce
,
and
he
can
’
t
cheat
me
.
We
have
been
mentioning
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
There
is
a
bright
-
eyed
woman
,
of
a
strong
will
and
immense
power
of
business
detail
,
who
throws
herself
into
objects
with
surprising
ardour
!
I
don
’
t
regret
that
I
have
not
a
strong
will
and
an
immense
power
of
business
detail
to
throw
myself
into
objects
with
surprising
ardour
.
I
can
admire
her
without
envy
.
I
can
sympathize
with
the
objects
.
I
can
dream
of
them
.
I
can
lie
down
on
the
grass
—
in
fine
weather
—
and
float
along
an
African
river
,
embracing
all
the
natives
I
meet
,
as
sensible
of
the
deep
silence
and
sketching
the
dense
overhanging
tropical
growth
as
accurately
as
if
I
were
there
.
I
don
’
t
know
that
it
’
s
of
any
direct
use
my
doing
so
,
but
it
’
s
all
I
can
do
,
and
I
do
it
thoroughly
.
Then
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
,
having
Harold
Skimpole
,
a
confiding
child
,
petitioning
you
,
the
world
,
an
agglomeration
of
practical
people
of
business
habits
,
to
let
him
live
and
admire
the
human
family
,
do
it
somehow
or
other
,
like
good
souls
,
and
suffer
him
to
ride
his
rocking
-
horse
!
"
It
was
plain
enough
that
Mr
.
Jarndyce
had
not
been
neglectful
of
the
adjuration
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
’
s
general
position
there
would
have
rendered
it
so
without
the
addition
of
what
he
presently
said
.
"
It
’
s
only
you
,
the
generous
creatures
,
whom
I
envy
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
addressing
us
,
his
new
friends
,
in
an
impersonal
manner
.
"
I
envy
you
your
power
of
doing
what
you
do
.
It
is
what
I
should
revel
in
myself
.
I
don
’
t
feel
any
vulgar
gratitude
to
you
.
I
almost
feel
as
if
YOU
ought
to
be
grateful
to
ME
for
giving
you
the
opportunity
of
enjoying
the
luxury
of
generosity
.
I
know
you
like
it
.
For
anything
I
can
tell
,
I
may
have
come
into
the
world
expressly
for
the
purpose
of
increasing
your
stock
of
happiness
.
I
may
have
been
born
to
be
a
benefactor
to
you
by
sometimes
giving
you
an
opportunity
of
assisting
me
in
my
little
perplexities
.
Why
should
I
regret
my
incapacity
for
details
and
worldly
affairs
when
it
leads
to
such
pleasant
consequences
?
I
don
’
t
regret
it
therefore
.
"
Of
all
his
playful
speeches
(
playful
,
yet
always
fully
meaning
what
they
expressed
)
none
seemed
to
be
more
to
the
taste
of
Mr
.
Jarndyce
than
this
.
I
had
often
new
temptations
,
afterwards
,
to
wonder
whether
it
was
really
singular
,
or
only
singular
to
me
,
that
he
,
who
was
probably
the
most
grateful
of
mankind
upon
the
least
occasion
,
should
so
desire
to
escape
the
gratitude
of
others
.
We
were
all
enchanted
.
I
felt
it
a
merited
tribute
to
the
engaging
qualities
of
Ada
and
Richard
that
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
seeing
them
for
the
first
time
,
should
be
so
unreserved
and
should
lay
himself
out
to
be
so
exquisitely
agreeable
.
They
(
and
especially
Richard
)
were
naturally
pleased
,
for
similar
reasons
,
and
considered
it
no
common
privilege
to
be
so
freely
confided
in
by
such
an
attractive
man
.
The
more
we
listened
,
the
more
gaily
Mr
.
Skimpole
talked
.
And
what
with
his
fine
hilarious
manner
and
his
engaging
candour
and
his
genial
way
of
lightly
tossing
his
own
weaknesses
about
,
as
if
he
had
said
,
"
I
am
a
child
,
you
know
!
You
are
designing
people
compared
with
me
"
(
he
really
made
me
consider
myself
in
that
light
)
"
but
I
am
gay
and
innocent
;
forget
your
worldly
arts
and
play
with
me
!
"
the
effect
was
absolutely
dazzling
.
He
was
so
full
of
feeling
too
and
had
such
a
delicate
sentiment
for
what
was
beautiful
or
tender
that
he
could
have
won
a
heart
by
that
alone
.
In
the
evening
,
when
I
was
preparing
to
make
tea
and
Ada
was
touching
the
piano
in
the
adjoining
room
and
softly
humming
a
tune
to
her
cousin
Richard
,
which
they
had
happened
to
mention
,
he
came
and
sat
down
on
the
sofa
near
me
and
so
spoke
of
Ada
that
I
almost
loved
him
.
"
She
is
like
the
morning
,
"
he
said
.
"
With
that
golden
hair
,
those
blue
eyes
,
and
that
fresh
bloom
on
her
cheek
,
she
is
like
the
summer
morning
.
The
birds
here
will
mistake
her
for
it
.
We
will
not
call
such
a
lovely
young
creature
as
that
,
who
is
a
joy
to
all
mankind
,
an
orphan
.
She
is
the
child
of
the
universe
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
I
found
,
was
standing
near
us
with
his
hands
behind
him
and
an
attentive
smile
upon
his
face
.
"
The
universe
,
"
he
observed
,
"
makes
rather
an
indifferent
parent
,
I
am
afraid
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
don
’
t
know
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Skimpole
buoyantly
.
"
I
think
I
do
know
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
Well
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
You
know
the
world
(
which
in
your
sense
is
the
universe
)
,
and
I
know
nothing
of
it
,
so
you
shall
have
your
way
.
But
if
I
had
mine
,
"
glancing
at
the
cousins
,
"
there
should
be
no
brambles
of
sordid
realities
in
such
a
path
as
that
.
It
should
be
strewn
with
roses
;
it
should
lie
through
bowers
,
where
there
was
no
spring
,
autumn
,
nor
winter
,
but
perpetual
summer
.
Age
or
change
should
never
wither
it
.
The
base
word
money
should
never
be
breathed
near
it
!
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
patted
him
on
the
head
with
a
smile
,
as
if
he
had
been
really
a
child
,
and
passing
a
step
or
two
on
,
and
stopping
a
moment
,
glanced
at
the
young
cousins
.
His
look
was
thoughtful
,
but
had
a
benignant
expression
in
it
which
I
often
(
how
often
!
)
saw
again
,
which
has
long
been
engraven
on
my
heart
.
The
room
in
which
they
were
,
communicating
with
that
in
which
he
stood
,
was
only
lighted
by
the
fire
.
Ada
sat
at
the
piano
;
Richard
stood
beside
her
,
bending
down
.
Upon
the
wall
,
their
shadows
blended
together
,
surrounded
by
strange
forms
,
not
without
a
ghostly
motion
caught
from
the
unsteady
fire
,
though
reflecting
from
motionless
objects
.
Ada
touched
the
notes
so
softly
and
sang
so
low
that
the
wind
,
sighing
away
to
the
distant
hills
,
was
as
audible
as
the
music
.
The
mystery
of
the
future
and
the
little
clue
afforded
to
it
by
the
voice
of
the
present
seemed
expressed
in
the
whole
picture
.
But
it
is
not
to
recall
this
fancy
,
well
as
I
remember
it
,
that
I
recall
the
scene
.
First
,
I
was
not
quite
unconscious
of
the
contrast
in
respect
of
meaning
and
intention
between
the
silent
look
directed
that
way
and
the
flow
of
words
that
had
preceded
it
.
Secondly
,
though
Mr
.
Jarndyce
’
s
glance
as
he
withdrew
it
rested
for
but
a
moment
on
me
,
I
felt
as
if
in
that
moment
he
confided
to
me
—
and
knew
that
he
confided
to
me
and
that
I
received
the
confidence
—
his
hope
that
Ada
and
Richard
might
one
day
enter
on
a
dearer
relationship
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
could
play
on
the
piano
and
the
violoncello
,
and
he
was
a
composer
—
had
composed
half
an
opera
once
,
but
got
tired
of
it
—
and
played
what
he
composed
with
taste
.
