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Bagnet
?
But
of
course
I
know
you
will
.
Why
should
I
ask
it
!
"
Why
indeed
,
Mrs
.
Bagnet
expresses
with
the
umbrella
.
"
Take
her
,
my
old
friend
,
and
take
my
gratitude
along
with
you
.
Kisses
to
Quebec
and
Malta
,
love
to
my
godson
,
a
hearty
shake
of
the
hand
to
Lignum
,
and
this
for
yourself
,
and
I
wish
it
was
ten
thousand
pound
in
gold
,
my
dear
!
"
So
saying
,
the
trooper
puts
his
lips
to
the
old
girl
’
s
tanned
forehead
,
and
the
door
shuts
upon
him
in
his
cell
.
No
entreaties
on
the
part
of
the
good
old
housekeeper
will
induce
Mrs
.
Bagnet
to
retain
the
coach
for
her
own
conveyance
home
.
Jumping
out
cheerfully
at
the
door
of
the
Dedlock
mansion
and
handing
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
up
the
steps
,
the
old
girl
shakes
hands
and
trudges
off
,
arriving
soon
afterwards
in
the
bosom
of
the
Bagnet
family
and
falling
to
washing
the
greens
as
if
nothing
had
happened
.
My
Lady
is
in
that
room
in
which
she
held
her
last
conference
with
the
murdered
man
,
and
is
sitting
where
she
sat
that
night
,
and
is
looking
at
the
spot
where
he
stood
upon
the
hearth
studying
her
so
leisurely
,
when
a
tap
comes
at
the
door
.
Who
is
it
?
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
.
What
has
brought
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
to
town
so
unexpectedly
?
"
Trouble
,
my
Lady
.
Sad
trouble
.
Oh
,
my
Lady
,
may
I
beg
a
word
with
you
?
"
What
new
occurrence
is
it
that
makes
this
tranquil
old
woman
tremble
so
?
Far
happier
than
her
Lady
,
as
her
Lady
has
often
thought
,
why
does
she
falter
in
this
manner
and
look
at
her
with
such
strange
mistrust
?
"
What
is
the
matter
?
Sit
down
and
take
your
breath
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
Lady
,
my
Lady
.
I
have
found
my
son
—
my
youngest
,
who
went
away
for
a
soldier
so
long
ago
.
And
he
is
in
prison
.
"
"
For
debt
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
my
Lady
;
I
would
have
paid
any
debt
,
and
joyful
.
"
"
For
what
is
he
in
prison
then
?
"
"
Charged
with
a
murder
,
my
Lady
,
of
which
he
is
as
innocent
as
—
as
I
am
.
Accused
of
the
murder
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
What
does
she
mean
by
this
look
and
this
imploring
gesture
?
Why
does
she
come
so
close
?
What
is
the
letter
that
she
holds
?
"
Lady
Dedlock
,
my
dear
Lady
,
my
good
Lady
,
my
kind
Lady
!
You
must
have
a
heart
to
feel
for
me
,
you
must
have
a
heart
to
forgive
me
.
I
was
in
this
family
before
you
were
born
.
I
am
devoted
to
it
.
But
think
of
my
dear
son
wrongfully
accused
.
"
"
I
do
not
accuse
him
.
"
"
No
,
my
Lady
,
no
.
But
others
do
,
and
he
is
in
prison
and
in
danger
.
Oh
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
if
you
can
say
but
a
word
to
help
to
clear
him
,
say
it
!
"
What
delusion
can
this
be
?
What
power
does
she
suppose
is
in
the
person
she
petitions
to
avert
this
unjust
suspicion
,
if
it
be
unjust
?
Her
Lady
’
s
handsome
eyes
regard
her
with
astonishment
,
almost
with
fear
.
"
My
Lady
,
I
came
away
last
night
from
Chesney
Wold
to
find
my
son
in
my
old
age
,
and
the
step
upon
the
Ghost
’
s
Walk
was
so
constant
and
so
solemn
that
I
never
heard
the
like
in
all
these
years
.
Night
after
night
,
as
it
has
fallen
dark
,
the
sound
has
echoed
through
your
rooms
,
but
last
night
it
was
awfullest
.
And
as
it
fell
dark
last
night
,
my
Lady
,
I
got
this
letter
.
"
"
What
letter
is
it
?
"
"
Hush
!
Hush
!
"
The
housekeeper
looks
round
and
answers
in
a
frightened
whisper
,
"
My
Lady
,
I
have
not
breathed
a
word
of
it
,
I
don
’
t
believe
what
’
s
written
in
it
,
I
know
it
can
’
t
be
true
,
I
am
sure
and
certain
that
it
is
not
true
.
But
my
son
is
in
danger
,
and
you
must
have
a
heart
to
pity
me
.
If
you
know
of
anything
that
is
not
known
to
others
,
if
you
have
any
suspicion
,
if
you
have
any
clue
at
all
,
and
any
reason
for
keeping
it
in
your
own
breast
,
oh
,
my
dear
Lady
,
think
of
me
,
and
conquer
that
reason
,
and
let
it
be
known
!
This
is
the
most
I
consider
possible
.
I
know
you
are
not
a
hard
lady
,
but
you
go
your
own
way
always
without
help
,
and
you
are
not
familiar
with
your
friends
;
and
all
who
admire
you
—
and
all
do
—
as
a
beautiful
and
elegant
lady
,
know
you
to
be
one
far
away
from
themselves
who
can
’
t
be
approached
close
.
My
Lady
,
you
may
have
some
proud
or
angry
reasons
for
disdaining
to
utter
something
that
you
know
;
if
so
,
pray
,
oh
,
pray
,
think
of
a
faithful
servant
whose
whole
life
has
been
passed
in
this
family
which
she
dearly
loves
,
and
relent
,
and
help
to
clear
my
son
!
My
Lady
,
my
good
Lady
,
"
the
old
housekeeper
pleads
with
genuine
simplicity
,
"
I
am
so
humble
in
my
place
and
you
are
by
nature
so
high
and
distant
that
you
may
not
think
what
I
feel
for
my
child
,
but
I
feel
so
much
that
I
have
come
here
to
make
so
bold
as
to
beg
and
pray
you
not
to
be
scornful
of
us
if
you
can
do
us
any
right
or
justice
at
this
fearful
time
!
"
Lady
Dedlock
raises
her
without
one
word
,
until
she
takes
the
letter
from
her
hand
.
"
Am
I
to
read
this
?
"
"
When
I
am
gone
,
my
Lady
,
if
you
please
,
and
then
remembering
the
most
that
I
consider
possible
.
"
"
I
know
of
nothing
I
can
do
.
I
know
of
nothing
I
reserve
that
can
affect
your
son
.
I
have
never
accused
him
.
"
"
My
Lady
,
you
may
pity
him
the
more
under
a
false
accusation
after
reading
the
letter
.
"
The
old
housekeeper
leaves
her
with
the
letter
in
her
hand
.
In
truth
she
is
not
a
hard
lady
naturally
,
and
the
time
has
been
when
the
sight
of
the
venerable
figure
suing
to
her
with
such
strong
earnestness
would
have
moved
her
to
great
compassion
.
But
so
long
accustomed
to
suppress
emotion
and
keep
down
reality
,
so
long
schooled
for
her
own
purposes
in
that
destructive
school
which
shuts
up
the
natural
feelings
of
the
heart
like
flies
in
amber
and
spreads
one
uniform
and
dreary
gloss
over
the
good
and
bad
,
the
feeling
and
the
unfeeling
,
the
sensible
and
the
senseless
,
she
had
subdued
even
her
wonder
until
now
.
She
opens
the
letter
.
Spread
out
upon
the
paper
is
a
printed
account
of
the
discovery
of
the
body
as
it
lay
face
downward
on
the
floor
,
shot
through
the
heart
;
and
underneath
is
written
her
own
name
,
with
the
word
"
murderess
"
attached
.
It
falls
out
of
her
hand
.
How
long
it
may
have
lain
upon
the
ground
she
knows
not
,
but
it
lies
where
it
fell
when
a
servant
stands
before
her
announcing
the
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
.
The
words
have
probably
been
repeated
several
times
,
for
they
are
ringing
in
her
head
before
she
begins
to
understand
them
.
"
Let
him
come
in
!
"
He
comes
in
.
Holding
the
letter
in
her
hand
,
which
she
has
taken
from
the
floor
,
she
tries
to
collect
her
thoughts
.
In
the
eyes
of
Mr
.
Guppy
she
is
the
same
Lady
Dedlock
,
holding
the
same
prepared
,
proud
,
chilling
state
.
"
Your
ladyship
may
not
be
at
first
disposed
to
excuse
this
visit
from
one
who
has
never
been
welcome
to
your
ladyship
"
—
which
he
don
’
t
complain
of
,
for
he
is
bound
to
confess
that
there
never
has
been
any
particular
reason
on
the
face
of
things
why
he
should
be
—
"
but
I
hope
when
I
mention
my
motives
to
your
ladyship
you
will
not
find
fault
with
me
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
Do
so
.
"
"
Thank
your
ladyship
.
I
ought
first
to
explain
to
your
ladyship
,
"
Mr
.
Guppy
sits
on
the
edge
of
a
chair
and
puts
his
hat
on
the
carpet
at
his
feet
,
"
that
Miss
Summerson
,
whose
image
,
as
I
formerly
mentioned
to
your
ladyship
,
was
at
one
period
of
my
life
imprinted
on
my
’
eart
until
erased
by
circumstances
over
which
I
had
no
control
,
communicated
to
me
,
after
I
had
the
pleasure
of
waiting
on
your
ladyship
last
,
that
she
particularly
wished
me
to
take
no
steps
whatever
in
any
manner
at
all
relating
to
her
.
And
Miss
Summerson
’
s
wishes
being
to
me
a
law
(
except
as
connected
with
circumstances
over
which
I
have
no
control
)
,
I
consequently
never
expected
to
have
the
distinguished
honour
of
waiting
on
your
ladyship
again
.
"
And
yet
he
is
here
now
,
Lady
Dedlock
moodily
reminds
him
.
"
And
yet
I
am
here
now
,
"
Mr
.
Guppy
admits
.
"
My
object
being
to
communicate
to
your
ladyship
,
under
the
seal
of
confidence
,
why
I
am
here
.
"
He
cannot
do
so
,
she
tells
him
,
too
plainly
or
too
briefly
.
"
Nor
can
I
,
"
Mr
.
Guppy
returns
with
a
sense
of
injury
upon
him
,
"
too
particularly
request
your
ladyship
to
take
particular
notice
that
it
’
s
no
personal
affair
of
mine
that
brings
me
here
.
I
have
no
interested
views
of
my
own
to
serve
in
coming
here
.
If
it
was
not
for
my
promise
to
Miss
Summerson
and
my
keeping
of
it
sacred
—
I
,
in
point
of
fact
,
shouldn
’
t
have
darkened
these
doors
again
,
but
should
have
seen
’
em
further
first
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
considers
this
a
favourable
moment
for
sticking
up
his
hair
with
both
hands
.
"
Your
ladyship
will
remember
when
I
mention
it
that
the
last
time
I
was
here
I
run
against
a
party
very
eminent
in
our
profession
and
whose
loss
we
all
deplore
.
That
party
certainly
did
from
that
time
apply
himself
to
cutting
in
against
me
in
a
way
that
I
will
call
sharp
practice
,
and
did
make
it
,
at
every
turn
and
point
,
extremely
difficult
for
me
to
be
sure
that
I
hadn
’
t
inadvertently
led
up
to
something
contrary
to
Miss
Summerson
’
s
wishes
.
Self
-
praise
is
no
recommendation
,
but
I
may
say
for
myself
that
I
am
not
so
bad
a
man
of
business
neither
.
"
Lady
Dedlock
looks
at
him
in
stern
inquiry
.
Mr
.
Guppy
immediately
withdraws
his
eyes
from
her
face
and
looks
anywhere
else
.
"
Indeed
,
it
has
been
made
so
hard
,
"
he
goes
on
,
"
to
have
any
idea
what
that
party
was
up
to
in
combination
with
others
that
until
the
loss
which
we
all
deplore
I
was
gravelled
—
an
expression
which
your
ladyship
,
moving
in
the
higher
circles
,
will
be
so
good
as
to
consider
tantamount
to
knocked
over
.
Small
likewise
—
a
name
by
which
I
refer
to
another
party
,
a
friend
of
mine
that
your
ladyship
is
not
acquainted
with
—
got
to
be
so
close
and
double
-
faced
that
at
times
it
wasn
’
t
easy
to
keep
one
’
s
hands
off
his
’
ead
.
However
,
what
with
the
exertion
of
my
humble
abilities
,
and
what
with
the
help
of
a
mutual
friend
by
the
name
of
Mr
.
Tony
Weevle
(
who
is
of
a
high
aristocratic
turn
and
has
your
ladyship
’
s
portrait
always
hanging
up
in
his
room
)
,
I
have
now
reasons
for
an
apprehension
as
to
which
I
come
to
put
your
ladyship
upon
your
guard
.
First
,
will
your
ladyship
allow
me
to
ask
you
whether
you
have
had
any
strange
visitors
this
morning
?
I
don
’
t
mean
fashionable
visitors
,
but
such
visitors
,
for
instance
,
as
Miss
Barbary
’
s
old
servant
,
or
as
a
person
without
the
use
of
his
lower
extremities
,
carried
upstairs
similarly
to
a
guy
?
"
"
No
!
"
"
Then
I
assure
your
ladyship
that
such
visitors
have
been
here
and
have
been
received
here
.
Because
I
saw
them
at
the
door
,
and
waited
at
the
corner
of
the
square
till
they
came
out
,
and
took
half
an
hour
’
s
turn
afterwards
to
avoid
them
.
"
"
What
have
I
to
do
with
that
,
or
what
have
you
?
I
do
not
understand
you
.
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Your
ladyship
,
I
come
to
put
you
on
your
guard
.
There
may
be
no
occasion
for
it
.
Very
well
.
Then
I
have
only
done
my
best
to
keep
my
promise
to
Miss
Summerson
.
I
strongly
suspect
(
from
what
Small
has
dropped
,
and
from
what
we
have
corkscrewed
out
of
him
)
that
those
letters
I
was
to
have
brought
to
your
ladyship
were
not
destroyed
when
I
supposed
they
were
.
That
if
there
was
anything
to
be
blown
upon
,
it
IS
blown
upon
.
That
the
visitors
I
have
alluded
to
have
been
here
this
morning
to
make
money
of
it
.
And
that
the
money
is
made
,
or
making
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
picks
up
his
hat
and
rises
.
"
Your
ladyship
,
you
know
best
whether
there
’
s
anything
in
what
I
say
or
whether
there
’
s
nothing
.
Something
or
nothing
,
I
have
acted
up
to
Miss
Summerson
’
s
wishes
in
letting
things
alone
and
in
undoing
what
I
had
begun
to
do
,
as
far
as
possible
;
that
’
s
sufficient
for
me
.
In
case
I
should
be
taking
a
liberty
in
putting
your
ladyship
on
your
guard
when
there
’
s
no
necessity
for
it
,
you
will
endeavour
,
I
should
hope
,
to
outlive
my
presumption
,
and
I
shall
endeavour
to
outlive
your
disapprobation
.
I
now
take
my
farewell
of
your
ladyship
,
and
assure
you
that
there
’
s
no
danger
of
your
ever
being
waited
on
by
me
again
.
"
She
scarcely
acknowledges
these
parting
words
by
any
look
,
but
when
he
has
been
gone
a
little
while
,
she
rings
her
bell
.
"
Where
is
Sir
Leicester
?
"
Mercury
reports
that
he
is
at
present
shut
up
in
the
library
alone
.
"
Has
Sir
Leicester
had
any
visitors
this
morning
?
"
Several
,
on
business
.
Mercury
proceeds
to
a
description
of
them
,
which
has
been
anticipated
by
Mr
.
Guppy
.
Enough
;
he
may
go
.
So
!
All
is
broken
down
.
Her
name
is
in
these
many
mouths
,
her
husband
knows
his
wrongs
,
her
shame
will
be
published
—
may
be
spreading
while
she
thinks
about
it
—
and
in
addition
to
the
thunderbolt
so
long
foreseen
by
her
,
so
unforeseen
by
him
,
she
is
denounced
by
an
invisible
accuser
as
the
murderess
of
her
enemy
.
Her
enemy
he
was
,
and
she
has
often
,
often
,
often
wished
him
dead
.
Her
enemy
he
is
,
even
in
his
grave
.
This
dreadful
accusation
comes
upon
her
like
a
new
torment
at
his
lifeless
hand
.
And
when
she
recalls
how
she
was
secretly
at
his
door
that
night
,
and
how
she
may
be
represented
to
have
sent
her
favourite
girl
away
so
soon
before
merely
to
release
herself
from
observation
,
she
shudders
as
if
the
hangman
’
s
hands
were
at
her
neck
.
She
has
thrown
herself
upon
the
floor
and
lies
with
her
hair
all
wildly
scattered
and
her
face
buried
in
the
cushions
of
a
couch
.
She
rises
up
,
hurries
to
and
fro
,
flings
herself
down
again
,
and
rocks
and
moans
.
The
horror
that
is
upon
her
is
unutterable
.
If
she
really
were
the
murderess
,
it
could
hardly
be
,
for
the
moment
,
more
intense
.
For
as
her
murderous
perspective
,
before
the
doing
of
the
deed
,
however
subtle
the
precautions
for
its
commission
,
would
have
been
closed
up
by
a
gigantic
dilatation
of
the
hateful
figure
,
preventing
her
from
seeing
any
consequences
beyond
it
;
and
as
those
consequences
would
have
rushed
in
,
in
an
unimagined
flood
,
the
moment
the
figure
was
laid
low
—
which
always
happens
when
a
murder
is
done
;
so
,
now
she
sees
that
when
he
used
to
be
on
the
watch
before
her
,
and
she
used
to
think
,
"
if
some
mortal
stroke
would
but
fall
on
this
old
man
and
take
him
from
my
way
!
"
it
was
but
wishing
that
all
he
held
against
her
in
his
hand
might
be
flung
to
the
winds
and
chance
-
sown
in
many
places
.
So
,
too
,
with
the
wicked
relief
she
has
felt
in
his
death
.
What
was
his
death
but
the
key
-
stone
of
a
gloomy
arch
removed
,
and
now
the
arch
begins
to
fall
in
a
thousand
fragments
,
each
crushing
and
mangling
piecemeal
!
Thus
,
a
terrible
impression
steals
upon
and
overshadows
her
that
from
this
pursuer
,
living
or
dead
—
obdurate
and
imperturbable
before
her
in
his
well
-
remembered
shape
,
or
not
more
obdurate
and
imperturbable
in
his
coffin
-
bed
—
there
is
no
escape
but
in
death
.
Hunted
,
she
flies
.
The
complication
of
her
shame
,
her
dread
,
remorse
,
and
misery
,
overwhelms
her
at
its
height
;
and
even
her
strength
of
self
-
reliance
is
overturned
and
whirled
away
like
a
leaf
before
a
mighty
wind
.
She
hurriedly
addresses
these
lines
to
her
husband
,
seals
,
and
leaves
them
on
her
table
:
If
I
am
sought
for
,
or
accused
of
,
his
murder
,
believe
that
I
am
wholly
innocent
.
Believe
no
other
good
of
me
,
for
I
am
innocent
of
nothing
else
that
you
have
heard
,
or
will
hear
,
laid
to
my
charge
.
He
prepared
me
,
on
that
fatal
night
,
for
his
disclosure
of
my
guilt
to
you
.
After
he
had
left
me
,
I
went
out
on
pretence
of
walking
in
the
garden
where
I
sometimes
walk
,
but
really
to
follow
him
and
make
one
last
petition
that
he
would
not
protract
the
dreadful
suspense
on
which
I
have
been
racked
by
him
,
you
do
not
know
how
long
,
but
would
mercifully
strike
next
morning
.
I
found
his
house
dark
and
silent
.
I
rang
twice
at
his
door
,
but
there
was
no
reply
,
and
I
came
home
.
I
have
no
home
left
.
I
will
encumber
you
no
more
