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It
is
eminently
respectable
,
and
likewise
,
in
a
general
way
,
retainer
-
like
.
It
expresses
,
as
it
were
,
the
steward
of
the
legal
mysteries
,
the
butler
of
the
legal
cellar
,
of
the
Dedlocks
.
Has
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
any
idea
of
this
himself
?
It
may
be
so
,
or
it
may
not
,
but
there
is
this
remarkable
circumstance
to
be
noted
in
everything
associated
with
my
Lady
Dedlock
as
one
of
a
class
—
as
one
of
the
leaders
and
representatives
of
her
little
world
.
She
supposes
herself
to
be
an
inscrutable
Being
,
quite
out
of
the
reach
and
ken
of
ordinary
mortals
—
seeing
herself
in
her
glass
,
where
indeed
she
looks
so
.
Yet
every
dim
little
star
revolving
about
her
,
from
her
maid
to
the
manager
of
the
Italian
Opera
,
knows
her
weaknesses
,
prejudices
,
follies
,
haughtinesses
,
and
caprices
and
lives
upon
as
accurate
a
calculation
and
as
nice
a
measure
of
her
moral
nature
as
her
dressmaker
takes
of
her
physical
proportions
.
Is
a
new
dress
,
a
new
custom
,
a
new
singer
,
a
new
dancer
,
a
new
form
of
jewellery
,
a
new
dwarf
or
giant
,
a
new
chapel
,
a
new
anything
,
to
be
set
up
?
There
are
deferential
people
in
a
dozen
callings
whom
my
Lady
Dedlock
suspects
of
nothing
but
prostration
before
her
,
who
can
tell
you
how
to
manage
her
as
if
she
were
a
baby
,
who
do
nothing
but
nurse
her
all
their
lives
,
who
,
humbly
affecting
to
follow
with
profound
subservience
,
lead
her
and
her
whole
troop
after
them
;
who
,
in
hooking
one
,
hook
all
and
bear
them
off
as
Lemuel
Gulliver
bore
away
the
stately
fleet
of
the
majestic
Lilliput
.
"
If
you
want
to
address
our
people
,
sir
,
"
say
Blaze
and
Sparkle
,
the
jewellers
—
meaning
by
our
people
Lady
Dedlock
and
the
rest
—
"
you
must
remember
that
you
are
not
dealing
with
the
general
public
;
you
must
hit
our
people
in
their
weakest
place
,
and
their
weakest
place
is
such
a
place
.
"
"
To
make
this
article
go
down
,
gentlemen
,
"
say
Sheen
and
Gloss
,
the
mercers
,
to
their
friends
the
manufacturers
,
"
you
must
come
to
us
,
because
we
know
where
to
have
the
fashionable
people
,
and
we
can
make
it
fashionable
.
"
"
If
you
want
to
get
this
print
upon
the
tables
of
my
high
connexion
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
Sladdery
,
the
librarian
,
"
or
if
you
want
to
get
this
dwarf
or
giant
into
the
houses
of
my
high
connexion
,
sir
,
or
if
you
want
to
secure
to
this
entertainment
the
patronage
of
my
high
connexion
,
sir
,
you
must
leave
it
,
if
you
please
,
to
me
,
for
I
have
been
accustomed
to
study
the
leaders
of
my
high
connexion
,
sir
,
and
I
may
tell
you
without
vanity
that
I
can
turn
them
round
my
finger
"
—
in
which
Mr
.
Sladdery
,
who
is
an
honest
man
,
does
not
exaggerate
at
all
.
Therefore
,
while
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
may
not
know
what
is
passing
in
the
Dedlock
mind
at
present
,
it
is
very
possible
that
he
may
.
"
My
Lady
’
s
cause
has
been
again
before
the
Chancellor
,
has
it
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
?
"
says
Sir
Leicester
,
giving
him
his
hand
.
"
Yes
.
It
has
been
on
again
to
-
day
,
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
replies
,
making
one
of
his
quiet
bows
to
my
Lady
,
who
is
on
a
sofa
near
the
fire
,
shading
her
face
with
a
hand
-
screen
.
"
It
would
be
useless
to
ask
,
"
says
my
Lady
with
the
dreariness
of
the
place
in
Lincolnshire
still
upon
her
,
"
whether
anything
has
been
done
.
"
"
Nothing
that
YOU
would
call
anything
has
been
done
to
-
day
,
"
replies
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
Nor
ever
will
be
,
"
says
my
Lady
.
Sir
Leicester
has
no
objection
to
an
interminable
Chancery
suit
.
It
is
a
slow
,
expensive
,
British
,
constitutional
kind
of
thing
.
To
be
sure
,
he
has
not
a
vital
interest
in
the
suit
in
question
,
her
part
in
which
was
the
only
property
my
Lady
brought
him
;
and
he
has
a
shadowy
impression
that
for
his
name
—
the
name
of
Dedlock
—
to
be
in
a
cause
,
and
not
in
the
title
of
that
cause
,
is
a
most
ridiculous
accident
.
But
he
regards
the
Court
of
Chancery
,
even
if
it
should
involve
an
occasional
delay
of
justice
and
a
trifling
amount
of
confusion
,
as
a
something
devised
in
conjunction
with
a
variety
of
other
somethings
by
the
perfection
of
human
wisdom
for
the
eternal
settlement
(
humanly
speaking
)
of
everything
.
And
he
is
upon
the
whole
of
a
fixed
opinion
that
to
give
the
sanction
of
his
countenance
to
any
complaints
respecting
it
would
be
to
encourage
some
person
in
the
lower
classes
to
rise
up
somewhere
—
like
Wat
Tyler
.
"
As
a
few
fresh
affidavits
have
been
put
upon
the
file
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
and
as
they
are
short
,
and
as
I
proceed
upon
the
troublesome
principle
of
begging
leave
to
possess
my
clients
with
any
new
proceedings
in
a
cause
"
—
cautious
man
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
taking
no
more
responsibility
than
necessary
—
"
and
further
,
as
I
see
you
are
going
to
Paris
,
I
have
brought
them
in
my
pocket
.
"
(
Sir
Leicester
was
going
to
Paris
too
,
by
the
by
,
but
the
delight
of
the
fashionable
intelligence
was
in
his
Lady
.
)
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
takes
out
his
papers
,
asks
permission
to
place
them
on
a
golden
talisman
of
a
table
at
my
Lady
’
s
elbow
,
puts
on
his
spectacles
,
and
begins
to
read
by
the
light
of
a
shaded
lamp
.
"
’
In
Chancery
.
Between
John
Jarndyce
—
’
"
My
Lady
interrupts
,
requesting
him
to
miss
as
many
of
the
formal
horrors
as
he
can
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
glances
over
his
spectacles
and
begins
again
lower
down
.
My
Lady
carelessly
and
scornfully
abstracts
her
attention
.
Sir
Leicester
in
a
great
chair
looks
at
the
file
and
appears
to
have
a
stately
liking
for
the
legal
repetitions
and
prolixities
as
ranging
among
the
national
bulwarks
.
It
happens
that
the
fire
is
hot
where
my
Lady
sits
and
that
the
hand
-
screen
is
more
beautiful
than
useful
,
being
priceless
but
small
.
My
Lady
,
changing
her
position
,
sees
the
papers
on
the
table
—
looks
at
them
nearer
—
looks
at
them
nearer
still
—
asks
impulsively
,
"
Who
copied
that
?
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
stops
short
,
surprised
by
my
Lady
’
s
animation
and
her
unusual
tone
.
"
Is
it
what
you
people
call
law
-
hand
?
"
she
asks
,
looking
full
at
him
in
her
careless
way
again
and
toying
with
her
screen
.
"
Not
quite
.
Probably
"
—
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
examines
it
as
he
speaks
—
"
the
legal
character
which
it
has
was
acquired
after
the
original
hand
was
formed
.
Why
do
you
ask
?
"
"
Anything
to
vary
this
detestable
monotony
.
Oh
,
go
on
,
do
!
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
reads
again
.
The
heat
is
greater
;
my
Lady
screens
her
face
.
Sir
Leicester
dozes
,
starts
up
suddenly
,
and
cries
,
"
Eh
?
What
do
you
say
?
"
"
I
say
I
am
afraid
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
who
had
risen
hastily
,
"
that
Lady
Dedlock
is
ill
"
"
Faint
,
"
my
Lady
murmurs
with
white
lips
,
"
only
that
;
but
it
is
like
the
faintness
of
death
.
Don
’
t
speak
to
me
.
Ring
,
and
take
me
to
my
room
!
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
retires
into
another
chamber
;
bells
ring
,
feet
shuffle
and
patter
,
silence
ensues
.
Mercury
at
last
begs
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
to
return
.
"
Better
now
,
"
quoth
Sir
Leicester
,
motioning
the
lawyer
to
sit
down
and
read
to
him
alone
.
"
I
have
been
quite
alarmed
.
I
never
knew
my
Lady
swoon
before
.
But
the
weather
is
extremely
trying
,
and
she
really
has
been
bored
to
death
down
at
our
place
in
Lincolnshire
.
"
I
have
a
great
deal
of
difficulty
in
beginning
to
write
my
portion
of
these
pages
,
for
I
know
I
am
not
clever
.
I
always
knew
that
.
I
can
remember
,
when
I
was
a
very
little
girl
indeed
,
I
used
to
say
to
my
doll
when
we
were
alone
together
,
"
Now
,
Dolly
,
I
am
not
clever
,
you
know
very
well
,
and
you
must
be
patient
with
me
,
like
a
dear
!
"
And
so
she
used
to
sit
propped
up
in
a
great
arm
-
chair
,
with
her
beautiful
complexion
and
rosy
lips
,
staring
at
me
—
or
not
so
much
at
me
,
I
think
,
as
at
nothing
—
while
I
busily
stitched
away
and
told
her
every
one
of
my
secrets
.
My
dear
old
doll
!
I
was
such
a
shy
little
thing
that
I
seldom
dared
to
open
my
lips
,
and
never
dared
to
open
my
heart
,
to
anybody
else
.
It
almost
makes
me
cry
to
think
what
a
relief
it
used
to
be
to
me
when
I
came
home
from
school
of
a
day
to
run
upstairs
to
my
room
and
say
,
"
Oh
,
you
dear
faithful
Dolly
,
I
knew
you
would
be
expecting
me
!
"
and
then
to
sit
down
on
the
floor
,
leaning
on
the
elbow
of
her
great
chair
,
and
tell
her
all
I
had
noticed
since
we
parted
.
I
had
always
rather
a
noticing
way
—
not
a
quick
way
,
oh
,
no
!
—
a
silent
way
of
noticing
what
passed
before
me
and
thinking
I
should
like
to
understand
it
better
.
I
have
not
by
any
means
a
quick
understanding
.
When
I
love
a
person
very
tenderly
indeed
,
it
seems
to
brighten
.
But
even
that
may
be
my
vanity
.
I
was
brought
up
,
from
my
earliest
remembrance
—
like
some
of
the
princesses
in
the
fairy
stories
,
only
I
was
not
charming
—
by
my
godmother
.
At
least
,
I
only
knew
her
as
such
.
She
was
a
good
,
good
woman
!
She
went
to
church
three
times
every
Sunday
,
and
to
morning
prayers
on
Wednesdays
and
Fridays
,
and
to
lectures
whenever
there
were
lectures
;
and
never
missed
.
She
was
handsome
;
and
if
she
had
ever
smiled
,
would
have
been
(
I
used
to
think
)
like
an
angel
—
but
she
never
smiled
.
She
was
always
grave
and
strict
.
She
was
so
very
good
herself
,
I
thought
,
that
the
badness
of
other
people
made
her
frown
all
her
life
.
I
felt
so
different
from
her
,
even
making
every
allowance
for
the
differences
between
a
child
and
a
woman
;
I
felt
so
poor
,
so
trifling
,
and
so
far
off
that
I
never
could
be
unrestrained
with
her
—
no
,
could
never
even
love
her
as
I
wished
.
It
made
me
very
sorry
to
consider
how
good
she
was
and
how
unworthy
of
her
I
was
,
and
I
used
ardently
to
hope
that
I
might
have
a
better
heart
;
and
I
talked
it
over
very
often
with
the
dear
old
doll
,
but
I
never
loved
my
godmother
as
I
ought
to
have
loved
her
and
as
I
felt
I
must
have
loved
her
if
I
had
been
a
better
girl
.
This
made
me
,
I
dare
say
,
more
timid
and
retiring
than
I
naturally
was
and
cast
me
upon
Dolly
as
the
only
friend
with
whom
I
felt
at
ease
.
But
something
happened
when
I
was
still
quite
a
little
thing
that
helped
it
very
much
.
I
had
never
heard
my
mama
spoken
of
.
I
had
never
heard
of
my
papa
either
,
but
I
felt
more
interested
about
my
mama
.
I
had
never
worn
a
black
frock
,
that
I
could
recollect
.
I
had
never
been
shown
my
mama
’
s
grave
.
I
had
never
been
told
where
it
was
.
Yet
I
had
never
been
taught
to
pray
for
any
relation
but
my
godmother
.
I
had
more
than
once
approached
this
subject
of
my
thoughts
with
Mrs
.
Rachael
,
our
only
servant
,
who
took
my
light
away
when
I
was
in
bed
(
another
very
good
woman
,
but
austere
to
me
)
,
and
she
had
only
said
,
"
Esther
,
good
night
!
"
and
gone
away
and
left
me
.
Although
there
were
seven
girls
at
the
neighbouring
school
where
I
was
a
day
boarder
,
and
although
they
called
me
little
Esther
Summerson
,
I
knew
none
of
them
at
home
.
All
of
them
were
older
than
I
,
to
be
sure
(
I
was
the
youngest
there
by
a
good
deal
)
,
but
there
seemed
to
be
some
other
separation
between
us
besides
that
,
and
besides
their
being
far
more
clever
than
I
was
and
knowing
much
more
than
I
did
.
One
of
them
in
the
first
week
of
my
going
to
the
school
(
I
remember
it
very
well
)
invited
me
home
to
a
little
party
,
to
my
great
joy
.
But
my
godmother
wrote
a
stiff
letter
declining
for
me
,
and
I
never
went
.
I
never
went
out
at
all
.
It
was
my
birthday
.
There
were
holidays
at
school
on
other
birthdays
—
none
on
mine
.
There
were
rejoicings
at
home
on
other
birthdays
,
as
I
knew
from
what
I
heard
the
girls
relate
to
one
another
—
there
were
none
on
mine
.
My
birthday
was
the
most
melancholy
day
at
home
in
the
whole
year
.
I
have
mentioned
that
unless
my
vanity
should
deceive
me
(
as
I
know
it
may
,
for
I
may
be
very
vain
without
suspecting
it
,
though
indeed
I
don
’
t
)
,
my
comprehension
is
quickened
when
my
affection
is
.
My
disposition
is
very
affectionate
,
and
perhaps
I
might
still
feel
such
a
wound
if
such
a
wound
could
be
received
more
than
once
with
the
quickness
of
that
birthday
.
Dinner
was
over
,
and
my
godmother
and
I
were
sitting
at
the
table
before
the
fire
.
The
clock
ticked
,
the
fire
clicked
;
not
another
sound
had
been
heard
in
the
room
or
in
the
house
for
I
don
’
t
know
how
long
.
I
happened
to
look
timidly
up
from
my
stitching
,
across
the
table
at
my
godmother
,
and
I
saw
in
her
face
,
looking
gloomily
at
me
,
"
It
would
have
been
far
better
,
little
Esther
,
that
you
had
had
no
birthday
,
that
you
had
never
been
born
!
"
I
broke
out
crying
and
sobbing
,
and
I
said
,
"
Oh
,
dear
godmother
,
tell
me
,
pray
do
tell
me
,
did
Mama
die
on
my
birthday
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
returned
.
"
Ask
me
no
more
,
child
!
"
"
Oh
,
do
pray
tell
me
something
of
her
.
Do
now
,
at
last
,
dear
godmother
,
if
you
please
!
What
did
I
do
to
her
?
How
did
I
lose
her
?
Why
am
I
so
different
from
other
children
,
and
why
is
it
my
fault
,
dear
godmother
?
No
,
no
,
no
,
don
’
t
go
away
.
Oh
,
speak
to
me
!
"
I
was
in
a
kind
of
fright
beyond
my
grief
,
and
I
caught
hold
of
her
dress
and
was
kneeling
to
her
.
She
had
been
saying
all
the
while
,
"
Let
me
go
!
"
But
now
she
stood
still
.
Her
darkened
face
had
such
power
over
me
that
it
stopped
me
in
the
midst
of
my
vehemence
.
I
put
up
my
trembling
little
hand
to
clasp
hers
or
to
beg
her
pardon
with
what
earnestness
I
might
,
but
withdrew
it
as
she
looked
at
me
,
and
laid
it
on
my
fluttering
heart
.
She
raised
me
,
sat
in
her
chair
,
and
standing
me
before
her
,
said
slowly
in
a
cold
,
low
voice
—
I
see
her
knitted
brow
and
pointed
finger
—
"
Your
mother
,
Esther
,
is
your
disgrace
,
and
you
were
hers
.
The
time
will
come
—
and
soon
enough
—
when
you
will
understand
this
better
and
will
feel
it
too
,
as
no
one
save
a
woman
can
.
I
have
forgiven
her
"
—
but
her
face
did
not
relent
—
"
the
wrong
she
did
to
me
,
and
I
say
no
more
of
it
,
though
it
was
greater
than
you
will
ever
know
—
than
any
one
will
ever
know
but
I
,
the
sufferer
.
For
yourself
,
unfortunate
girl
,
orphaned
and
degraded
from
the
first
of
these
evil
anniversaries
,
pray
daily
that
the
sins
of
others
be
not
visited
upon
your
head
,
according
to
what
is
written
.
Forget
your
mother
and
leave
all
other
people
to
forget
her
who
will
do
her
unhappy
child
that
greatest
kindness
.
Now
,
go
!
"
She
checked
me
,
however
,
as
I
was
about
to
depart
from
her
—
so
frozen
as
I
was
!
—
and
added
this
,
"
Submission
,
self
-
denial
,
diligent
work
,
are
the
preparations
for
a
life
begun
with
such
a
shadow
on
it
.
You
are
different
from
other
children
,
Esther
,
because
you
were
not
born
,
like
them
,
in
common
sinfulness
and
wrath
.
You
are
set
apart
.
"
I
went
up
to
my
room
,
and
crept
to
bed
,
and
laid
my
doll
’
s
cheek
against
mine
wet
with
tears
,
and
holding
that
solitary
friend
upon
my
bosom
,
cried
myself
to
sleep
.
Imperfect
as
my
understanding
of
my
sorrow
was
,
I
knew
that
I
had
brought
no
joy
at
any
time
to
anybody
’
s
heart
and
that
I
was
to
no
one
upon
earth
what
Dolly
was
to
me
.
Dear
,
dear
,
to
think
how
much
time
we
passed
alone
together
afterwards
,
and
how
often
I
repeated
to
the
doll
the
story
of
my
birthday
and
confided
to
her
that
I
would
try
as
hard
as
ever
I
could
to
repair
the
fault
I
had
been
born
with
(
of
which
I
confessedly
felt
guilty
and
yet
innocent
)
and
would
strive
as
I
grew
up
to
be
industrious
,
contented
,
and
kind
-
hearted
and
to
do
some
good
to
some
one
,
and
win
some
love
to
myself
if
I
could
.
