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Jarndyce
,
I
am
employed
by
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
to
follow
her
and
find
her
,
to
save
her
and
take
her
his
forgiveness
.
I
have
money
and
full
power
,
but
I
want
something
else
.
I
want
Miss
Summerson
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
in
a
troubled
voice
repeats
,
"
Miss
Summerson
?
"
"
Now
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
"
—
Mr
.
Bucket
has
read
his
face
with
the
greatest
attention
all
along
—
"
I
speak
to
you
as
a
gentleman
of
a
humane
heart
,
and
under
such
pressing
circumstances
as
don
’
t
often
happen
.
If
ever
delay
was
dangerous
,
it
’
s
dangerous
now
;
and
if
ever
you
couldn
’
t
afterwards
forgive
yourself
for
causing
it
,
this
is
the
time
.
Eight
or
ten
hours
,
worth
,
as
I
tell
you
,
a
hundred
pound
apiece
at
least
,
have
been
lost
since
Lady
Dedlock
disappeared
.
I
am
charged
to
find
her
.
I
am
Inspector
Bucket
.
Besides
all
the
rest
that
’
s
heavy
on
her
,
she
has
upon
her
,
as
she
believes
,
suspicion
of
murder
.
If
I
follow
her
alone
,
she
,
being
in
ignorance
of
what
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
has
communicated
to
me
,
may
be
driven
to
desperation
.
But
if
I
follow
her
in
company
with
a
young
lady
,
answering
to
the
description
of
a
young
lady
that
she
has
a
tenderness
for
—
I
ask
no
question
,
and
I
say
no
more
than
that
—
she
will
give
me
credit
for
being
friendly
.
Let
me
come
up
with
her
and
be
able
to
have
the
hold
upon
her
of
putting
that
young
lady
for
’
ard
,
and
I
’
ll
save
her
and
prevail
with
her
if
she
is
alive
.
Let
me
come
up
with
her
alone
—
a
hard
matter
—
and
I
’
ll
do
my
best
,
but
I
don
’
t
answer
for
what
the
best
may
be
.
Time
flies
;
it
’
s
getting
on
for
one
o
’
clock
.
When
one
strikes
,
there
’
s
another
hour
gone
,
and
it
’
s
worth
a
thousand
pound
now
instead
of
a
hundred
.
"
This
is
all
true
,
and
the
pressing
nature
of
the
case
cannot
be
questioned
.
Mr
.
Jarndyce
begs
him
to
remain
there
while
he
speaks
to
Miss
Summerson
.
Mr
.
Bucket
says
he
will
,
but
acting
on
his
usual
principle
,
does
no
such
thing
,
following
upstairs
instead
and
keeping
his
man
in
sight
.
So
he
remains
,
dodging
and
lurking
about
in
the
gloom
of
the
staircase
while
they
confer
.
In
a
very
little
time
Mr
.
Jarndyce
comes
down
and
tells
him
that
Miss
Summerson
will
join
him
directly
and
place
herself
under
his
protection
to
accompany
him
where
he
pleases
.
Mr
.
Bucket
,
satisfied
,
expresses
high
approval
and
awaits
her
coming
at
the
door
.
There
he
mounts
a
high
tower
in
his
mind
and
looks
out
far
and
wide
.
Many
solitary
figures
he
perceives
creeping
through
the
streets
;
many
solitary
figures
out
on
heaths
,
and
roads
,
and
lying
under
haystacks
.
But
the
figure
that
he
seeks
is
not
among
them
.
Other
solitaries
he
perceives
,
in
nooks
of
bridges
,
looking
over
;
and
in
shadowed
places
down
by
the
river
’
s
level
;
and
a
dark
,
dark
,
shapeless
object
drifting
with
the
tide
,
more
solitary
than
all
,
clings
with
a
drowning
hold
on
his
attention
Where
is
she
?
Living
or
dead
,
where
is
she
?
If
,
as
he
folds
the
handkerchief
and
carefully
puts
it
up
,
it
were
able
with
an
enchanted
power
to
bring
before
him
the
place
where
she
found
it
and
the
night
-
landscape
near
the
cottage
where
it
covered
the
little
child
,
would
he
descry
her
there
?
On
the
waste
where
the
brick
-
kilns
are
burning
with
a
pale
blue
flare
,
where
the
straw
-
roofs
of
the
wretched
huts
in
which
the
bricks
are
made
are
being
scattered
by
the
wind
,
where
the
clay
and
water
are
hard
frozen
and
the
mill
in
which
the
gaunt
blind
horse
goes
round
all
day
looks
like
an
instrument
of
human
torture
—
traversing
this
deserted
,
blighted
spot
there
is
a
lonely
figure
with
the
sad
world
to
itself
,
pelted
by
the
snow
and
driven
by
the
wind
,
and
cast
out
,
it
would
seem
,
from
all
companionship
.
It
is
the
figure
of
a
woman
,
too
;
but
it
is
miserably
dressed
,
and
no
such
clothes
ever
came
through
the
hall
and
out
at
the
great
door
of
the
Dedlock
mansion
.
I
had
gone
to
bed
and
fallen
asleep
when
my
guardian
knocked
at
the
door
of
my
room
and
begged
me
to
get
up
directly
.
On
my
hurrying
to
speak
to
him
and
learn
what
had
happened
,
he
told
me
,
after
a
word
or
two
of
preparation
,
that
there
had
been
a
discovery
at
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
’
s
.
That
my
mother
had
fled
,
that
a
person
was
now
at
our
door
who
was
empowered
to
convey
to
her
the
fullest
assurances
of
affectionate
protection
and
forgiveness
if
he
could
possibly
find
her
,
and
that
I
was
sought
for
to
accompany
him
in
the
hope
that
my
entreaties
might
prevail
upon
her
if
his
failed
.
Something
to
this
general
purpose
I
made
out
,
but
I
was
thrown
into
such
a
tumult
of
alarm
,
and
hurry
and
distress
,
that
in
spite
of
every
effort
I
could
make
to
subdue
my
agitation
,
I
did
not
seem
,
to
myself
,
fully
to
recover
my
right
mind
until
hours
had
passed
.
But
I
dressed
and
wrapped
up
expeditiously
without
waking
Charley
or
any
one
and
went
down
to
Mr
.
Bucket
,
who
was
the
person
entrusted
with
the
secret
.
In
taking
me
to
him
my
guardian
told
me
this
,
and
also
explained
how
it
was
that
he
had
come
to
think
of
me
.
Mr
.
Bucket
,
in
a
low
voice
,
by
the
light
of
my
guardian
’
s
candle
,
read
to
me
in
the
hall
a
letter
that
my
mother
had
left
upon
her
table
;
and
I
suppose
within
ten
minutes
of
my
having
been
aroused
I
was
sitting
beside
him
,
rolling
swiftly
through
the
streets
.
His
manner
was
very
keen
,
and
yet
considerate
when
he
explained
to
me
that
a
great
deal
might
depend
on
my
being
able
to
answer
,
without
confusion
,
a
few
questions
that
he
wished
to
ask
me
.
These
were
,
chiefly
,
whether
I
had
had
much
communication
with
my
mother
(
to
whom
he
only
referred
as
Lady
Dedlock
)
,
when
and
where
I
had
spoken
with
her
last
,
and
how
she
had
become
possessed
of
my
handkerchief
.
When
I
had
satisfied
him
on
these
points
,
he
asked
me
particularly
to
consider
—
taking
time
to
think
—
whether
within
my
knowledge
there
was
any
one
,
no
matter
where
,
in
whom
she
might
be
at
all
likely
to
confide
under
circumstances
of
the
last
necessity
.
I
could
think
of
no
one
but
my
guardian
.
But
by
and
by
I
mentioned
Mr
.
Boythorn
.
He
came
into
my
mind
as
connected
with
his
old
chivalrous
manner
of
mentioning
my
mother
’
s
name
and
with
what
my
guardian
had
informed
me
of
his
engagement
to
her
sister
and
his
unconscious
connexion
with
her
unhappy
story
.
My
companion
had
stopped
the
driver
while
we
held
this
conversation
,
that
we
might
the
better
hear
each
other
.
He
now
told
him
to
go
on
again
and
said
to
me
,
after
considering
within
himself
for
a
few
moments
,
that
he
had
made
up
his
mind
how
to
proceed
.
He
was
quite
willing
to
tell
me
what
his
plan
was
,
but
I
did
not
feel
clear
enough
to
understand
it
.
We
had
not
driven
very
far
from
our
lodgings
when
we
stopped
in
a
by
-
street
at
a
public
-
looking
place
lighted
up
with
gas
.
Mr
.
Bucket
took
me
in
and
sat
me
in
an
arm
-
chair
by
a
bright
fire
.
It
was
now
past
one
,
as
I
saw
by
the
clock
against
the
wall
.
Two
police
officers
,
looking
in
their
perfectly
neat
uniform
not
at
all
like
people
who
were
up
all
night
,
were
quietly
writing
at
a
desk
;
and
the
place
seemed
very
quiet
altogether
,
except
for
some
beating
and
calling
out
at
distant
doors
underground
,
to
which
nobody
paid
any
attention
.
A
third
man
in
uniform
,
whom
Mr
.
Bucket
called
and
to
whom
he
whispered
his
instructions
,
went
out
;
and
then
the
two
others
advised
together
while
one
wrote
from
Mr
.
Bucket
’
s
subdued
dictation
.
It
was
a
description
of
my
mother
that
they
were
busy
with
,
for
Mr
.
Bucket
brought
it
to
me
when
it
was
done
and
read
it
in
a
whisper
.
It
was
very
accurate
indeed
.
The
second
officer
,
who
had
attended
to
it
closely
,
then
copied
it
out
and
called
in
another
man
in
uniform
(
there
were
several
in
an
outer
room
)
,
who
took
it
up
and
went
away
with
it
.
All
this
was
done
with
the
greatest
dispatch
and
without
the
waste
of
a
moment
;
yet
nobody
was
at
all
hurried
.
As
soon
as
the
paper
was
sent
out
upon
its
travels
,
the
two
officers
resumed
their
former
quiet
work
of
writing
with
neatness
and
care
.
Mr
.
Bucket
thoughtfully
came
and
warmed
the
soles
of
his
boots
,
first
one
and
then
the
other
,
at
the
fire
.
"
Are
you
well
wrapped
up
,
Miss
Summerson
?
"
he
asked
me
as
his
eyes
met
mine
.
"
It
’
s
a
desperate
sharp
night
for
a
young
lady
to
be
out
in
.
"
I
told
him
I
cared
for
no
weather
and
was
warmly
clothed
.
"
It
may
be
a
long
job
,
"
he
observed
;
"
but
so
that
it
ends
well
,
never
mind
,
miss
.
"
"
I
pray
to
heaven
it
may
end
well
!
"
said
I
.
He
nodded
comfortingly
.
"
You
see
,
whatever
you
do
,
don
’
t
you
go
and
fret
yourself
.
You
keep
yourself
cool
and
equal
for
anything
that
may
happen
,
and
it
’
ll
be
the
better
for
you
,
the
better
for
me
,
the
better
for
Lady
Dedlock
,
and
the
better
for
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
"
He
was
really
very
kind
and
gentle
,
and
as
he
stood
before
the
fire
warming
his
boots
and
rubbing
his
face
with
his
forefinger
,
I
felt
a
confidence
in
his
sagacity
which
reassured
me
.
It
was
not
yet
a
quarter
to
two
when
I
heard
horses
’
feet
and
wheels
outside
.
"
Now
,
Miss
Summerson
,
"
said
he
,
"
we
are
off
,
if
you
please
!
"
He
gave
me
his
arm
,
and
the
two
officers
courteously
bowed
me
out
,
and
we
found
at
the
door
a
phaeton
or
barouche
with
a
postilion
and
post
horses
.
Mr
.
Bucket
handed
me
in
and
took
his
own
seat
on
the
box
.
The
man
in
uniform
whom
he
had
sent
to
fetch
this
equipage
then
handed
him
up
a
dark
lantern
at
his
request
,
and
when
he
had
given
a
few
directions
to
the
driver
,
we
rattled
away
.
I
was
far
from
sure
that
I
was
not
in
a
dream
.
We
rattled
with
great
rapidity
through
such
a
labyrinth
of
streets
that
I
soon
lost
all
idea
where
we
were
,
except
that
we
had
crossed
and
re
-
crossed
the
river
,
and
still
seemed
to
be
traversing
a
low
-
lying
,
waterside
,
dense
neighbourhood
of
narrow
thoroughfares
chequered
by
docks
and
basins
,
high
piles
of
warehouses
,
swing
-
bridges
,
and
masts
of
ships
.
At
length
we
stopped
at
the
corner
of
a
little
slimy
turning
,
which
the
wind
from
the
river
,
rushing
up
it
,
did
not
purify
;
and
I
saw
my
companion
,
by
the
light
of
his
lantern
,
in
conference
with
several
men
who
looked
like
a
mixture
of
police
and
sailors
.
Against
the
mouldering
wall
by
which
they
stood
,
there
was
a
bill
,
on
which
I
could
discern
the
words
,
"
Found
Drowned
"
;
and
this
and
an
inscription
about
drags
possessed
me
with
the
awful
suspicion
shadowed
forth
in
our
visit
to
that
place
.
I
had
no
need
to
remind
myself
that
I
was
not
there
by
the
indulgence
of
any
feeling
of
mine
to
increase
the
difficulties
of
the
search
,
or
to
lessen
its
hopes
,
or
enhance
its
delays
.
I
remained
quiet
,
but
what
I
suffered
in
that
dreadful
spot
I
never
can
forget
.
And
still
it
was
like
the
horror
of
a
dream
.
A
man
yet
dark
and
muddy
,
in
long
swollen
sodden
boots
and
a
hat
like
them
,
was
called
out
of
a
boat
and
whispered
with
Mr
.
Bucket
,
who
went
away
with
him
down
some
slippery
steps
—
as
if
to
look
at
something
secret
that
he
had
to
show
.
They
came
back
,
wiping
their
hands
upon
their
coats
,
after
turning
over
something
wet
;
but
thank
God
it
was
not
what
I
feared
!
After
some
further
conference
,
Mr
.
Bucket
(
whom
everybody
seemed
to
know
and
defer
to
)
went
in
with
the
others
at
a
door
and
left
me
in
the
carriage
,
while
the
driver
walked
up
and
down
by
his
horses
to
warm
himself
.
The
tide
was
coming
in
,
as
I
judged
from
the
sound
it
made
,
and
I
could
hear
it
break
at
the
end
of
the
alley
with
a
little
rush
towards
me
.
It
never
did
so
—
and
I
thought
it
did
so
,
hundreds
of
times
,
in
what
can
have
been
at
the
most
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
and
probably
was
less
—
but
the
thought
shuddered
through
me
that
it
would
cast
my
mother
at
the
horses
’
feet
.
Mr
.
Bucket
came
out
again
,
exhorting
the
others
to
be
vigilant
,
darkened
his
lantern
,
and
once
more
took
his
seat
.
"
Don
’
t
you
be
alarmed
,
Miss
Summerson
,
on
account
of
our
coming
down
here
,
"
he
said
,
turning
to
me
.
"
I
only
want
to
have
everything
in
train
and
to
know
that
it
is
in
train
by
looking
after
it
myself
.
Get
on
,
my
lad
!
"
We
appeared
to
retrace
the
way
we
had
come
.
Not
that
I
had
taken
note
of
any
particular
objects
in
my
perturbed
state
of
mind
,
but
judging
from
the
general
character
of
the
streets
.
We
called
at
another
office
or
station
for
a
minute
and
crossed
the
river
again
.
During
the
whole
of
this
time
,
and
during
the
whole
search
,
my
companion
,
wrapped
up
on
the
box
,
never
relaxed
in
his
vigilance
a
single
moment
;
but
when
we
crossed
the
bridge
he
seemed
,
if
possible
,
to
be
more
on
the
alert
than
before
.
He
stood
up
to
look
over
the
parapet
,
he
alighted
and
went
back
after
a
shadowy
female
figure
that
flitted
past
us
,
and
he
gazed
into
the
profound
black
pit
of
water
with
a
face
that
made
my
heart
die
within
me
.
The
river
had
a
fearful
look
,
so
overcast
and
secret
,
creeping
away
so
fast
between
the
low
flat
lines
of
shore
—
so
heavy
with
indistinct
and
awful
shapes
,
both
of
substance
and
shadow
;
so
death
-
like
and
mysterious
.
I
have
seen
it
many
times
since
then
,
by
sunlight
and
by
moonlight
,
but
never
free
from
the
impressions
of
that
journey
.
In
my
memory
the
lights
upon
the
bridge
are
always
burning
dim
,
the
cutting
wind
is
eddying
round
the
homeless
woman
whom
we
pass
,
the
monotonous
wheels
are
whirling
on
,
and
the
light
of
the
carriage
-
lamps
reflected
back
looks
palely
in
upon
me
—
a
face
rising
out
of
the
dreaded
water
.
Clattering
and
clattering
through
the
empty
streets
,
we
came
at
length
from
the
pavement
on
to
dark
smooth
roads
and
began
to
leave
the
houses
behind
us
.
After
a
while
I
recognized
the
familiar
way
to
Saint
Albans
.
At
Barnet
fresh
horses
were
ready
for
us
,
and
we
changed
and
went
on
.
It
was
very
cold
indeed
,
and
the
open
country
was
white
with
snow
,
though
none
was
falling
then
.
"
An
old
acquaintance
of
yours
,
this
road
,
Miss
Summerson
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
cheerfully
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
returned
.
"
Have
you
gathered
any
intelligence
?
"
"
None
that
can
be
quite
depended
on
as
yet
,
"
he
answered
,
"
but
it
’
s
early
times
as
yet
.
"
He
had
gone
into
every
late
or
early
public
-
house
where
there
was
a
light
(
they
were
not
a
few
at
that
time
,
the
road
being
then
much
frequented
by
drovers
)
and
had
got
down
to
talk
to
the
turnpike
-
keepers
.
I
had
heard
him
ordering
drink
,
and
chinking
money
,
and
making
himself
agreeable
and
merry
everywhere
;
but
whenever
he
took
his
seat
upon
the
box
again
,
his
face
resumed
its
watchful
steady
look
,
and
he
always
said
to
the
driver
in
the
same
business
tone
,
"
Get
on
,
my
lad
!
"
With
all
these
stoppages
,
it
was
between
five
and
six
o
’
clock
and
we
were
yet
a
few
miles
short
of
Saint
Albans
when
he
came
out
of
one
of
these
houses
and
handed
me
in
a
cup
of
tea
.
"
Drink
it
,
Miss
Summerson
,
it
’
ll
do
you
good
.
You
’
re
beginning
to
get
more
yourself
now
,
ain
’
t
you
?
"
I
thanked
him
and
said
I
hoped
so
.
"
You
was
what
you
may
call
stunned
at
first
,
"
he
returned
;
"
and
Lord
,
no
wonder
!
Don
’
t
speak
loud
,
my
dear
.
It
’
s
all
right
.
She
’
s
on
ahead
.
