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Turveydrop
has
a
share
in
the
connexion
and
it
might
break
his
heart
or
give
him
some
other
shock
if
he
was
told
of
it
abruptly
.
Old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
is
a
very
gentlemanly
man
indeed
—
very
gentlemanly
.
"
"
Does
his
wife
know
of
it
?
"
asked
Ada
.
"
Old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
’
s
wife
,
Miss
Clare
?
"
returned
Miss
Jellyby
,
opening
her
eyes
.
"
There
’
s
no
such
person
.
He
is
a
widower
.
"
We
were
here
interrupted
by
Peepy
,
whose
leg
had
undergone
so
much
on
account
of
his
sister
’
s
unconsciously
jerking
it
like
a
bell
-
rope
whenever
she
was
emphatic
that
the
afflicted
child
now
bemoaned
his
sufferings
with
a
very
low
-
spirited
noise
.
As
he
appealed
to
me
for
compassion
,
and
as
I
was
only
a
listener
,
I
undertook
to
hold
him
.
Miss
Jellyby
proceeded
,
after
begging
Peepy
’
s
pardon
with
a
kiss
and
assuring
him
that
she
hadn
’
t
meant
to
do
it
.
"
That
’
s
the
state
of
the
case
,
"
said
Caddy
.
"
If
I
ever
blame
myself
,
I
still
think
it
’
s
Ma
’
s
fault
.
We
are
to
be
married
whenever
we
can
,
and
then
I
shall
go
to
Pa
at
the
office
and
write
to
Ma
.
It
won
’
t
much
agitate
Ma
;
I
am
only
pen
and
ink
to
HER
.
One
great
comfort
is
,
"
said
Caddy
with
a
sob
,
"
that
I
shall
never
hear
of
Africa
after
I
am
married
.
Young
Mr
.
Turveydrop
hates
it
for
my
sake
,
and
if
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
knows
there
is
such
a
place
,
it
’
s
as
much
as
he
does
.
"
"
It
was
he
who
was
very
gentlemanly
,
I
think
!
"
said
I
.
"
Very
gentlemanly
indeed
,
"
said
Caddy
.
"
He
is
celebrated
almost
everywhere
for
his
deportment
.
"
"
Does
he
teach
?
"
asked
Ada
.
"
No
,
he
don
’
t
teach
anything
in
particular
,
"
replied
Caddy
.
"
But
his
deportment
is
beautiful
.
"
Caddy
went
on
to
say
with
considerable
hesitation
and
reluctance
that
there
was
one
thing
more
she
wished
us
to
know
,
and
felt
we
ought
to
know
,
and
which
she
hoped
would
not
offend
us
.
It
was
that
she
had
improved
her
acquaintance
with
Miss
Flite
,
the
little
crazy
old
lady
,
and
that
she
frequently
went
there
early
in
the
morning
and
met
her
lover
for
a
few
minutes
before
breakfast
—
only
for
a
few
minutes
.
"
I
go
there
at
other
times
,
"
said
Caddy
,
"
but
Prince
does
not
come
then
.
Young
Mr
.
Turveydrop
’
s
name
is
Prince
;
I
wish
it
wasn
’
t
,
because
it
sounds
like
a
dog
,
but
of
course
he
didn
’
t
christen
himself
.
Old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
had
him
christened
Prince
in
remembrance
of
the
Prince
Regent
.
Old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
adored
the
Prince
Regent
on
account
of
his
deportment
.
I
hope
you
won
’
t
think
the
worse
of
me
for
having
made
these
little
appointments
at
Miss
Flite
’
s
,
where
I
first
went
with
you
,
because
I
like
the
poor
thing
for
her
own
sake
and
I
believe
she
likes
me
.
If
you
could
see
young
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
I
am
sure
you
would
think
well
of
him
—
at
least
,
I
am
sure
you
couldn
’
t
possibly
think
any
ill
of
him
.
I
am
going
there
now
for
my
lesson
.
I
couldn
’
t
ask
you
to
go
with
me
,
Miss
Summerson
;
but
if
you
would
,
"
said
Caddy
,
who
had
said
all
this
earnestly
and
tremblingly
,
"
I
should
be
very
glad
—
very
glad
.
"
It
happened
that
we
had
arranged
with
my
guardian
to
go
to
Miss
Flite
’
s
that
day
.
We
had
told
him
of
our
former
visit
,
and
our
account
had
interested
him
;
but
something
had
always
happened
to
prevent
our
going
there
again
.
As
I
trusted
that
I
might
have
sufficient
influence
with
Miss
Jellyby
to
prevent
her
taking
any
very
rash
step
if
I
fully
accepted
the
confidence
she
was
so
willing
to
place
in
me
,
poor
girl
,
I
proposed
that
she
and
I
and
Peepy
should
go
to
the
academy
and
afterwards
meet
my
guardian
and
Ada
at
Miss
Flite
’
s
,
whose
name
I
now
learnt
for
the
first
time
.
This
was
on
condition
that
Miss
Jellyby
and
Peepy
should
come
back
with
us
to
dinner
.
The
last
article
of
the
agreement
being
joyfully
acceded
to
by
both
,
we
smartened
Peepy
up
a
little
with
the
assistance
of
a
few
pins
,
some
soap
and
water
,
and
a
hair
-
brush
,
and
went
out
,
bending
our
steps
towards
Newman
Street
,
which
was
very
near
.
I
found
the
academy
established
in
a
sufficiently
dingy
house
at
the
corner
of
an
archway
,
with
busts
in
all
the
staircase
windows
.
In
the
same
house
there
were
also
established
,
as
I
gathered
from
the
plates
on
the
door
,
a
drawing
-
master
,
a
coal
-
merchant
(
there
was
,
certainly
,
no
room
for
his
coals
)
,
and
a
lithographic
artist
.
On
the
plate
which
,
in
size
and
situation
,
took
precedence
of
all
the
rest
,
I
read
,
MR
.
TURVEYDROP
.
The
door
was
open
,
and
the
hall
was
blocked
up
by
a
grand
piano
,
a
harp
,
and
several
other
musical
instruments
in
cases
,
all
in
progress
of
removal
,
and
all
looking
rakish
in
the
daylight
.
Miss
Jellyby
informed
me
that
the
academy
had
been
lent
,
last
night
,
for
a
concert
.
We
went
upstairs
—
it
had
been
quite
a
fine
house
once
,
when
it
was
anybody
’
s
business
to
keep
it
clean
and
fresh
,
and
nobody
’
s
business
to
smoke
in
it
all
day
—
and
into
Mr
.
Turveydrop
’
s
great
room
,
which
was
built
out
into
a
mews
at
the
back
and
was
lighted
by
a
skylight
.
It
was
a
bare
,
resounding
room
smelling
of
stables
,
with
cane
forms
along
the
walls
,
and
the
walls
ornamented
at
regular
intervals
with
painted
lyres
and
little
cut
-
glass
branches
for
candles
,
which
seemed
to
be
shedding
their
old
-
fashioned
drops
as
other
branches
might
shed
autumn
leaves
.
Several
young
lady
pupils
,
ranging
from
thirteen
or
fourteen
years
of
age
to
two
or
three
and
twenty
,
were
assembled
;
and
I
was
looking
among
them
for
their
instructor
when
Caddy
,
pinching
my
arm
,
repeated
the
ceremony
of
introduction
.
"
Miss
Summerson
,
Mr
.
Prince
Turveydrop
!
"
I
curtsied
to
a
little
blue
-
eyed
fair
man
of
youthful
appearance
with
flaxen
hair
parted
in
the
middle
and
curling
at
the
ends
all
round
his
head
.
He
had
a
little
fiddle
,
which
we
used
to
call
at
school
a
kit
,
under
his
left
arm
,
and
its
little
bow
in
the
same
hand
.
His
little
dancing
-
shoes
were
particularly
diminutive
,
and
he
had
a
little
innocent
,
feminine
manner
which
not
only
appealed
to
me
in
an
amiable
way
,
but
made
this
singular
effect
upon
me
,
that
I
received
the
impression
that
he
was
like
his
mother
and
that
his
mother
had
not
been
much
considered
or
well
used
.
"
I
am
very
happy
to
see
Miss
Jellyby
’
s
friend
,
"
he
said
,
bowing
low
to
me
.
"
I
began
to
fear
,
"
with
timid
tenderness
,
"
as
it
was
past
the
usual
time
,
that
Miss
Jellyby
was
not
coming
.
"
"
I
beg
you
will
have
the
goodness
to
attribute
that
to
me
,
who
have
detained
her
,
and
to
receive
my
excuses
,
sir
,
"
said
I
.
"
Oh
,
dear
!
"
said
he
.
"
And
pray
,
"
I
entreated
,
"
do
not
allow
me
to
be
the
cause
of
any
more
delay
.
"
With
that
apology
I
withdrew
to
a
seat
between
Peepy
(
who
,
being
well
used
to
it
,
had
already
climbed
into
a
corner
place
)
and
an
old
lady
of
a
censorious
countenance
whose
two
nieces
were
in
the
class
and
who
was
very
indignant
with
Peepy
’
s
boots
.
Prince
Turveydrop
then
tinkled
the
strings
of
his
kit
with
his
fingers
,
and
the
young
ladies
stood
up
to
dance
.
Just
then
there
appeared
from
a
side
-
door
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
in
the
full
lustre
of
his
deportment
.
He
was
a
fat
old
gentleman
with
a
false
complexion
,
false
teeth
,
false
whiskers
,
and
a
wig
.
He
had
a
fur
collar
,
and
he
had
a
padded
breast
to
his
coat
,
which
only
wanted
a
star
or
a
broad
blue
ribbon
to
be
complete
.
He
was
pinched
in
,
and
swelled
out
,
and
got
up
,
and
strapped
down
,
as
much
as
he
could
possibly
bear
.
He
had
such
a
neckcloth
on
(
puffing
his
very
eyes
out
of
their
natural
shape
)
,
and
his
chin
and
even
his
ears
so
sunk
into
it
,
that
it
seemed
as
though
he
must
inevitably
double
up
if
it
were
cast
loose
.
He
had
under
his
arm
a
hat
of
great
size
and
weight
,
shelving
downward
from
the
crown
to
the
brim
,
and
in
his
hand
a
pair
of
white
gloves
with
which
he
flapped
it
as
he
stood
poised
on
one
leg
in
a
high
-
shouldered
,
round
-
elbowed
state
of
elegance
not
to
be
surpassed
.
He
had
a
cane
,
he
had
an
eye
-
glass
,
he
had
a
snuff
-
box
,
he
had
rings
,
he
had
wristbands
,
he
had
everything
but
any
touch
of
nature
;
he
was
not
like
youth
,
he
was
not
like
age
,
he
was
not
like
anything
in
the
world
but
a
model
of
deportment
.
"
Father
!
A
visitor
.
Miss
Jellyby
’
s
friend
,
Miss
Summerson
.
"
"
Distinguished
,
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
"
by
Miss
Summerson
’
s
presence
.
"
As
he
bowed
to
me
in
that
tight
state
,
I
almost
believe
I
saw
creases
come
into
the
whites
of
his
eyes
.
"
My
father
,
"
said
the
son
,
aside
,
to
me
with
quite
an
affecting
belief
in
him
,
"
is
a
celebrated
character
.
My
father
is
greatly
admired
.
"
"
Go
on
,
Prince
!
Go
on
!
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
standing
with
his
back
to
the
fire
and
waving
his
gloves
condescendingly
.
"
Go
on
,
my
son
!
"
At
this
command
,
or
by
this
gracious
permission
,
the
lesson
went
on
.
Prince
Turveydrop
sometimes
played
the
kit
,
dancing
;
sometimes
played
the
piano
,
standing
;
sometimes
hummed
the
tune
with
what
little
breath
he
could
spare
,
while
he
set
a
pupil
right
;
always
conscientiously
moved
with
the
least
proficient
through
every
step
and
every
part
of
the
figure
;
and
never
rested
for
an
instant
.
His
distinguished
father
did
nothing
whatever
but
stand
before
the
fire
,
a
model
of
deportment
.
"
And
he
never
does
anything
else
,
"
said
the
old
lady
of
the
censorious
countenance
.
"
Yet
would
you
believe
that
it
’
s
HIS
name
on
the
door
-
plate
?
"
"
His
son
’
s
name
is
the
same
,
you
know
,
"
said
I
.
"
He
wouldn
’
t
let
his
son
have
any
name
if
he
could
take
it
from
him
,
"
returned
the
old
lady
.
"
Look
at
the
son
’
s
dress
!
"
It
certainly
was
plain
—
threadbare
—
almost
shabby
.
"
Yet
the
father
must
be
garnished
and
tricked
out
,
"
said
the
old
lady
,
"
because
of
his
deportment
.
I
’
d
deport
him
!
Transport
him
would
be
better
!
"
I
felt
curious
to
know
more
concerning
this
person
.
I
asked
,
"
Does
he
give
lessons
in
deportment
now
?
"
"
Now
!
"
returned
the
old
lady
shortly
.
"
Never
did
.
"
After
a
moment
’
s
consideration
,
I
suggested
that
perhaps
fencing
had
been
his
accomplishment
.
"
I
don
’
t
believe
he
can
fence
at
all
,
ma
’
am
,
"
said
the
old
lady
.
I
looked
surprised
and
inquisitive
.
The
old
lady
,
becoming
more
and
more
incensed
against
the
master
of
deportment
as
she
dwelt
upon
the
subject
,
gave
me
some
particulars
of
his
career
,
with
strong
assurances
that
they
were
mildly
stated
.
He
had
married
a
meek
little
dancing
-
mistress
,
with
a
tolerable
connexion
(
having
never
in
his
life
before
done
anything
but
deport
himself
)
,
and
had
worked
her
to
death
,
or
had
,
at
the
best
,
suffered
her
to
work
herself
to
death
,
to
maintain
him
in
those
expenses
which
were
indispensable
to
his
position
.
At
once
to
exhibit
his
deportment
to
the
best
models
and
to
keep
the
best
models
constantly
before
himself
,
he
had
found
it
necessary
to
frequent
all
public
places
of
fashionable
and
lounging
resort
,
to
be
seen
at
Brighton
and
elsewhere
at
fashionable
times
,
and
to
lead
an
idle
life
in
the
very
best
clothes
.
To
enable
him
to
do
this
,
the
affectionate
little
dancing
-
mistress
had
toiled
and
laboured
and
would
have
toiled
and
laboured
to
that
hour
if
her
strength
had
lasted
so
long
.
For
the
mainspring
of
the
story
was
that
in
spite
of
the
man
’
s
absorbing
selfishness
,
his
wife
(
overpowered
by
his
deportment
)
had
,
to
the
last
,
believed
in
him
and
had
,
on
her
death
-
bed
,
in
the
most
moving
terms
,
confided
him
to
their
son
as
one
who
had
an
inextinguishable
claim
upon
him
and
whom
he
could
never
regard
with
too
much
pride
and
deference
.
The
son
,
inheriting
his
mother
’
s
belief
,
and
having
the
deportment
always
before
him
,
had
lived
and
grown
in
the
same
faith
,
and
now
,
at
thirty
years
of
age
,
worked
for
his
father
twelve
hours
a
day
and
looked
up
to
him
with
veneration
on
the
old
imaginary
pinnacle
.
"
The
airs
the
fellow
gives
himself
!
"
said
my
informant
,
shaking
her
head
at
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
with
speechless
indignation
as
he
drew
on
his
tight
gloves
,
of
course
unconscious
of
the
homage
she
was
rendering
.
"
He
fully
believes
he
is
one
of
the
aristocracy
!
And
he
is
so
condescending
to
the
son
he
so
egregiously
deludes
that
you
might
suppose
him
the
most
virtuous
of
parents
.
Oh
!
"
said
the
old
lady
,
apostrophizing
him
with
infinite
vehemence
.
"
I
could
bite
you
!
"
I
could
not
help
being
amused
,
though
I
heard
the
old
lady
out
with
feelings
of
real
concern
.
It
was
difficult
to
doubt
her
with
the
father
and
son
before
me
.
What
I
might
have
thought
of
them
without
the
old
lady
’
s
account
,
or
what
I
might
have
thought
of
the
old
lady
’
s
account
without
them
,
I
cannot
say
.
There
was
a
fitness
of
things
in
the
whole
that
carried
conviction
with
it
.
My
eyes
were
yet
wandering
,
from
young
Mr
.
Turveydrop
working
so
hard
,
to
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
deporting
himself
so
beautifully
,
when
the
latter
came
ambling
up
to
me
and
entered
into
conversation
.
He
asked
me
,
first
of
all
,
whether
I
conferred
a
charm
and
a
distinction
on
London
by
residing
in
it
?
I
did
not
think
it
necessary
to
reply
that
I
was
perfectly
aware
I
should
not
do
that
,
in
any
case
,
but
merely
told
him
where
I
did
reside
.
"
A
lady
so
graceful
and
accomplished
,
"
he
said
,
kissing
his
right
glove
and
afterwards
extending
it
towards
the
pupils
,
"
will
look
leniently
on
the
deficiencies
here
.
We
do
our
best
to
polish
—
polish
—
polish
!
"
He
sat
down
beside
me
,
taking
some
pains
to
sit
on
the
form
,
I
thought
,
in
imitation
of
the
print
of
his
illustrious
model
on
the
sofa
.
And
really
he
did
look
very
like
it
.
"
To
polish
—
polish
—
polish
!
"
he
repeated
,
taking
a
pinch
of
snuff
and
gently
fluttering
his
fingers
.
"
But
we
are
not
,
if
I
may
say
so
to
one
formed
to
be
graceful
both
by
Nature
and
Art
—
"
with
the
high
-
shouldered
bow
,
which
it
seemed
impossible
for
him
to
make
without
lifting
up
his
eyebrows
and
shutting
his
eyes
"
—
we
are
not
what
we
used
to
be
in
point
of
deportment
.
"
"
Are
we
not
,
sir
?
"
said
I
.
"
We
have
degenerated
,
"
he
returned
,
shaking
his
head
,
which
he
could
do
to
a
very
limited
extent
in
his
cravat
.
"
A
levelling
age
is
not
favourable
to
deportment
.
It
develops
vulgarity
.
Perhaps
I
speak
with
some
little
partiality
.
It
may
not
be
for
me
to
say
that
I
have
been
called
,
for
some
years
now
,
Gentleman
Turveydrop
,
or
that
his
Royal
Highness
the
Prince
Regent
did
me
the
honour
to
inquire
,
on
my
removing
my
hat
as
he
drove
out
of
the
Pavilion
at
Brighton
(
that
fine
building
)
,
’
Who
is
he
?
Who
the
devil
is
he
?
Why
don
’
t
I
know
him
?
Why
hasn
’
t
he
thirty
thousand
a
year
?
’
But
these
are
little
matters
of
anecdote
—
the
general
property
,
ma
’
am
—
still
repeated
occasionally
among
the
upper
classes
.
"
"
Indeed
?
"
said
I
.
He
replied
with
the
high
-
shouldered
bow
.
"
Where
what
is
left
among
us
of
deportment
,
"
he
added
,
"
still
lingers
.
England
—
alas
,
my
country
!
—
has
degenerated
very
much
,
and
is
degenerating
every
day
.
She
has
not
many
gentlemen
left
.
We
are
few
.
I
see
nothing
to
succeed
us
but
a
race
of
weavers
.
"
"
One
might
hope
that
the
race
of
gentlemen
would
be
perpetuated
here
,
"
said
I
.
"
You
are
very
good
.
"
He
smiled
with
a
high
-
shouldered
bow
again
.
"
You
flatter
me
.
But
,
no
—
no
!
I
have
never
been
able
to
imbue
my
poor
boy
with
that
part
of
his
art
.
Heaven
forbid
that
I
should
disparage
my
dear
child
,
but
he
has
—
no
deportment
.
"
"
He
appears
to
be
an
excellent
master
,
"
I
observed
.
"
Understand
me
,
my
dear
madam
,
he
IS
an
excellent
master
.
All
that
can
be
acquired
,
he
has
acquired
.
All
that
can
be
imparted
,
he
can
impart
.
But
there
ARE
things
—
"
He
took
another
pinch
of
snuff
and
made
the
bow
again
,
as
if
to
add
,
"
This
kind
of
thing
,
for
instance
.
"
I
glanced
towards
the
centre
of
the
room
,
where
Miss
Jellyby
’
s
lover
,
now
engaged
with
single
pupils
,
was
undergoing
greater
drudgery
than
ever
.
"
My
amiable
child
,
"
murmured
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
adjusting
his
cravat
.
"
Your
son
is
indefatigable
,
"
said
I
.
"
It
is
my
reward
,
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
"
to
hear
you
say
so
.
In
some
respects
,
he
treads
in
the
footsteps
of
his
sainted
mother
.
She
was
a
devoted
creature
.
But
wooman
,
lovely
wooman
,
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
with
very
disagreeable
gallantry
,
"
what
a
sex
you
are
!
"
I
rose
and
joined
Miss
Jellyby
,
who
was
by
this
time
putting
on
her
bonnet
.
The
time
allotted
to
a
lesson
having
fully
elapsed
,
there
was
a
general
putting
on
of
bonnets
.
