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"
And
how
do
you
get
on
?
"
"
Slow
.
Bad
,
"
returned
the
old
man
impatiently
.
"
It
’
s
hard
at
my
time
of
life
.
"
"
It
would
be
easier
to
be
taught
by
some
one
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
Aye
,
but
they
might
teach
me
wrong
!
"
returned
the
old
man
with
a
wonderfully
suspicious
flash
of
his
eye
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
may
have
lost
by
not
being
learned
afore
.
I
wouldn
’
t
like
to
lose
anything
by
being
learned
wrong
now
.
"
"
Wrong
?
"
said
my
guardian
with
his
good
-
humoured
smile
.
"
Who
do
you
suppose
would
teach
you
wrong
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
of
Bleak
House
!
"
replied
the
old
man
,
turning
up
his
spectacles
on
his
forehead
and
rubbing
his
hands
.
"
I
don
’
t
suppose
as
anybody
would
,
but
I
’
d
rather
trust
my
own
self
than
another
!
"
These
answers
and
his
manner
were
strange
enough
to
cause
my
guardian
to
inquire
of
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
as
we
all
walked
across
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
together
,
whether
Mr
.
Krook
were
really
,
as
his
lodger
represented
him
,
deranged
.
The
young
surgeon
replied
,
no
,
he
had
seen
no
reason
to
think
so
.
He
was
exceedingly
distrustful
,
as
ignorance
usually
was
,
and
he
was
always
more
or
less
under
the
influence
of
raw
gin
,
of
which
he
drank
great
quantities
and
of
which
he
and
his
back
-
shop
,
as
we
might
have
observed
,
smelt
strongly
;
but
he
did
not
think
him
mad
as
yet
.
On
our
way
home
,
I
so
conciliated
Peepy
’
s
affections
by
buying
him
a
windmill
and
two
flour
-
sacks
that
he
would
suffer
nobody
else
to
take
off
his
hat
and
gloves
and
would
sit
nowhere
at
dinner
but
at
my
side
.
Caddy
sat
upon
the
other
side
of
me
,
next
to
Ada
,
to
whom
we
imparted
the
whole
history
of
the
engagement
as
soon
as
we
got
back
We
made
much
of
Caddy
,
and
Peepy
too
;
and
Caddy
brightened
exceedingly
;
and
my
guardian
was
as
merry
as
we
were
;
and
we
were
all
very
happy
indeed
until
Caddy
went
home
at
night
in
a
hackney
-
coach
,
with
Peepy
fast
asleep
,
but
holding
tight
to
the
windmill
.
I
have
forgotten
to
mention
—
at
least
I
have
not
mentioned
—
that
Mr
.
Woodcourt
was
the
same
dark
young
surgeon
whom
we
had
met
at
Mr
.
Badger
’
s
.
Or
that
Mr
.
Jarndyce
invited
him
to
dinner
that
day
.
Or
that
he
came
.
Or
that
when
they
were
all
gone
and
I
said
to
Ada
,
"
Now
,
my
darling
,
let
us
have
a
little
talk
about
Richard
!
"
Ada
laughed
and
said
—
But
I
don
’
t
think
it
matters
what
my
darling
said
.
She
was
always
merry
.
While
we
were
in
London
Mr
.
Jarndyce
was
constantly
beset
by
the
crowd
of
excitable
ladies
and
gentlemen
whose
proceedings
had
so
much
astonished
us
.
Mr
.
Quale
,
who
presented
himself
soon
after
our
arrival
,
was
in
all
such
excitements
.
He
seemed
to
project
those
two
shining
knobs
of
temples
of
his
into
everything
that
went
on
and
to
brush
his
hair
farther
and
farther
back
,
until
the
very
roots
were
almost
ready
to
fly
out
of
his
head
in
inappeasable
philanthropy
.
All
objects
were
alike
to
him
,
but
he
was
always
particularly
ready
for
anything
in
the
way
of
a
testimonial
to
any
one
.
His
great
power
seemed
to
be
his
power
of
indiscriminate
admiration
.
He
would
sit
for
any
length
of
time
,
with
the
utmost
enjoyment
,
bathing
his
temples
in
the
light
of
any
order
of
luminary
.
Having
first
seen
him
perfectly
swallowed
up
in
admiration
of
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
I
had
supposed
her
to
be
the
absorbing
object
of
his
devotion
.
I
soon
discovered
my
mistake
and
found
him
to
be
train
-
bearer
and
organ
-
blower
to
a
whole
procession
of
people
.
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
came
one
day
for
a
subscription
to
something
,
and
with
her
,
Mr
.
Quale
.
Whatever
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
said
,
Mr
.
Quale
repeated
to
us
;
and
just
as
he
had
drawn
Mrs
.
Jellyby
out
,
he
drew
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
out
.
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
wrote
a
letter
of
introduction
to
my
guardian
in
behalf
of
her
eloquent
friend
Mr
.
Gusher
.
With
Mr
.
Gusher
appeared
Mr
.
Quale
again
.
Mr
.
Gusher
,
being
a
flabby
gentleman
with
a
moist
surface
and
eyes
so
much
too
small
for
his
moon
of
a
face
that
they
seemed
to
have
been
originally
made
for
somebody
else
,
was
not
at
first
sight
prepossessing
;
yet
he
was
scarcely
seated
before
Mr
.
Quale
asked
Ada
and
me
,
not
inaudibly
,
whether
he
was
not
a
great
creature
—
which
he
certainly
was
,
flabbily
speaking
,
though
Mr
.
Quale
meant
in
intellectual
beauty
—
and
whether
we
were
not
struck
by
his
massive
configuration
of
brow
.
In
short
,
we
heard
of
a
great
many
missions
of
various
sorts
among
this
set
of
people
,
but
nothing
respecting
them
was
half
so
clear
to
us
as
that
it
was
Mr
.
Quale
’
s
mission
to
be
in
ecstasies
with
everybody
else
’
s
mission
and
that
it
was
the
most
popular
mission
of
all
.
Mr
.
Jarndyce
had
fallen
into
this
company
in
the
tenderness
of
his
heart
and
his
earnest
desire
to
do
all
the
good
in
his
power
;
but
that
he
felt
it
to
be
too
often
an
unsatisfactory
company
,
where
benevolence
took
spasmodic
forms
,
where
charity
was
assumed
as
a
regular
uniform
by
loud
professors
and
speculators
in
cheap
notoriety
,
vehement
in
profession
,
restless
and
vain
in
action
,
servile
in
the
last
degree
of
meanness
to
the
great
,
adulatory
of
one
another
,
and
intolerable
to
those
who
were
anxious
quietly
to
help
the
weak
from
failing
rather
than
with
a
great
deal
of
bluster
and
self
-
laudation
to
raise
them
up
a
little
way
when
they
were
down
,
he
plainly
told
us
.
When
a
testimonial
was
originated
to
Mr
.
Quale
by
Mr
.
Gusher
(
who
had
already
got
one
,
originated
by
Mr
.
Quale
)
,
and
when
Mr
.
Gusher
spoke
for
an
hour
and
a
half
on
the
subject
to
a
meeting
,
including
two
charity
schools
of
small
boys
and
girls
,
who
were
specially
reminded
of
the
widow
’
s
mite
,
and
requested
to
come
forward
with
halfpence
and
be
acceptable
sacrifices
,
I
think
the
wind
was
in
the
east
for
three
whole
weeks
.
I
mention
this
because
I
am
coming
to
Mr
.
Skimpole
again
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
his
off
-
hand
professions
of
childishness
and
carelessness
were
a
great
relief
to
my
guardian
,
by
contrast
with
such
things
,
and
were
the
more
readily
believed
in
since
to
find
one
perfectly
undesigning
and
candid
man
among
many
opposites
could
not
fail
to
give
him
pleasure
.
I
should
be
sorry
to
imply
that
Mr
.
Skimpole
divined
this
and
was
politic
;
I
really
never
understood
him
well
enough
to
know
.
What
he
was
to
my
guardian
,
he
certainly
was
to
the
rest
of
the
world
.
He
had
not
been
very
well
;
and
thus
,
though
he
lived
in
London
,
we
had
seen
nothing
of
him
until
now
.
He
appeared
one
morning
in
his
usual
agreeable
way
and
as
full
of
pleasant
spirits
as
ever
.
Well
,
he
said
,
here
he
was
!
He
had
been
bilious
,
but
rich
men
were
often
bilious
,
and
therefore
he
had
been
persuading
himself
that
he
was
a
man
of
property
.
So
he
was
,
in
a
certain
point
of
view
—
in
his
expansive
intentions
.
He
had
been
enriching
his
medical
attendant
in
the
most
lavish
manner
.
He
had
always
doubled
,
and
sometimes
quadrupled
,
his
fees
.
He
had
said
to
the
doctor
,
"
Now
,
my
dear
doctor
,
it
is
quite
a
delusion
on
your
part
to
suppose
that
you
attend
me
for
nothing
.
I
am
overwhelming
you
with
money
—
in
my
expansive
intentions
—
if
you
only
knew
it
!
"
And
really
(
he
said
)
he
meant
it
to
that
degree
that
he
thought
it
much
the
same
as
doing
it
.
If
he
had
had
those
bits
of
metal
or
thin
paper
to
which
mankind
attached
so
much
importance
to
put
in
the
doctor
’
s
hand
,
he
would
have
put
them
in
the
doctor
’
s
hand
.
Not
having
them
,
he
substituted
the
will
for
the
deed
.
Very
well
!
If
he
really
meant
it
—
if
his
will
were
genuine
and
real
,
which
it
was
—
it
appeared
to
him
that
it
was
the
same
as
coin
,
and
cancelled
the
obligation
.
"
It
may
be
,
partly
,
because
I
know
nothing
of
the
value
of
money
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
but
I
often
feel
this
.
It
seems
so
reasonable
!
My
butcher
says
to
me
he
wants
that
little
bill
.
It
’
s
a
part
of
the
pleasant
unconscious
poetry
of
the
man
’
s
nature
that
he
always
calls
it
a
’
little
’
bill
—
to
make
the
payment
appear
easy
to
both
of
us
.
I
reply
to
the
butcher
,
’
My
good
friend
,
if
you
knew
it
,
you
are
paid
.
You
haven
’
t
had
the
trouble
of
coming
to
ask
for
the
little
bill
.
You
are
paid
.
I
mean
it
.
’
"
"
But
,
suppose
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
laughing
,
"
he
had
meant
the
meat
in
the
bill
,
instead
of
providing
it
?
"
"
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
"
he
returned
,
"
you
surprise
me
.
You
take
the
butcher
’
s
position
.
A
butcher
I
once
dealt
with
occupied
that
very
ground
.
Says
he
,
’
Sir
,
why
did
you
eat
spring
lamb
at
eighteen
pence
a
pound
?
’
’
Why
did
I
eat
spring
lamb
at
eighteen
pence
a
pound
,
my
honest
friend
?
’
said
I
,
naturally
amazed
by
the
question
.
’
I
like
spring
lamb
!
’
This
was
so
far
convincing
.
’
Well
,
sir
,
’
says
he
,
’
I
wish
I
had
meant
the
lamb
as
you
mean
the
money
!
’
’
My
good
fellow
,
’
said
I
,
’
pray
let
us
reason
like
intellectual
beings
.
How
could
that
be
?
It
was
impossible
.
You
HAD
got
the
lamb
,
and
I
have
NOT
got
the
money
.
You
couldn
’
t
really
mean
the
lamb
without
sending
it
in
,
whereas
I
can
,
and
do
,
really
mean
the
money
without
paying
it
!
’
He
had
not
a
word
.
There
was
an
end
of
the
subject
.
"
"
Did
he
take
no
legal
proceedings
?
"
inquired
my
guardian
.
"
Yes
,
he
took
legal
proceedings
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
But
in
that
he
was
influenced
by
passion
,
not
by
reason
.
Passion
reminds
me
of
Boythorn
.
He
writes
me
that
you
and
the
ladies
have
promised
him
a
short
visit
at
his
bachelor
-
house
in
Lincolnshire
.
"
"
He
is
a
great
favourite
with
my
girls
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
and
I
have
promised
for
them
.
"
"
Nature
forgot
to
shade
him
off
,
I
think
,
"
observed
Mr
.
Skimpole
to
Ada
and
me
.
"
A
little
too
boisterous
—
like
the
sea
.
A
little
too
vehement
—
like
a
bull
who
has
made
up
his
mind
to
consider
every
colour
scarlet
.
But
I
grant
a
sledge
-
hammering
sort
of
merit
in
him
!
"
I
should
have
been
surprised
if
those
two
could
have
thought
very
highly
of
one
another
,
Mr
.
Boythorn
attaching
so
much
importance
to
many
things
and
Mr
.
Skimpole
caring
so
little
for
anything
.
Besides
which
,
I
had
noticed
Mr
.
Boythorn
more
than
once
on
the
point
of
breaking
out
into
some
strong
opinion
when
Mr
.
Skimpole
was
referred
to
.
Of
course
I
merely
joined
Ada
in
saying
that
we
had
been
greatly
pleased
with
him
.
"
He
has
invited
me
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
;
"
and
if
a
child
may
trust
himself
in
such
hands
—
which
the
present
child
is
encouraged
to
do
,
with
the
united
tenderness
of
two
angels
to
guard
him
—
I
shall
go
.
He
proposes
to
frank
me
down
and
back
again
.
I
suppose
it
will
cost
money
?
Shillings
perhaps
?
Or
pounds
?
Or
something
of
that
sort
?
By
the
by
,
Coavinses
.
You
remember
our
friend
Coavinses
,
Miss
Summerson
?
"
He
asked
me
as
the
subject
arose
in
his
mind
,
in
his
graceful
,
light
-
hearted
manner
and
without
the
least
embarrassment
.
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
said
I
.
"
Coavinses
has
been
arrested
by
the
Great
Bailiff
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
He
will
never
do
violence
to
the
sunshine
any
more
.
"
It
quite
shocked
me
to
hear
it
,
for
I
had
already
recalled
with
anything
but
a
serious
association
the
image
of
the
man
sitting
on
the
sofa
that
night
wiping
his
head
.
"
His
successor
informed
me
of
it
yesterday
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
His
successor
is
in
my
house
now
—
in
possession
,
I
think
he
calls
it
.
He
came
yesterday
,
on
my
blue
-
eyed
daughter
’
s
birthday
.
I
put
it
to
him
,
’
This
is
unreasonable
and
inconvenient
.
If
you
had
a
blue
-
eyed
daughter
you
wouldn
’
t
like
ME
to
come
,
uninvited
,
on
HER
birthday
?
’
But
he
stayed
.
"
Mr
.
Skimpole
laughed
at
the
pleasant
absurdity
and
lightly
touched
the
piano
by
which
he
was
seated
.
"
And
he
told
me
,
"
he
said
,
playing
little
chords
where
I
shall
put
full
stops
,
"
The
Coavinses
had
left
.
Three
children
.
No
mother
.
And
that
Coavinses
’
profession
.
Being
unpopular
.
The
rising
Coavinses
.
Were
at
a
considerable
disadvantage
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
got
up
,
rubbing
his
head
,
and
began
to
walk
about
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
played
the
melody
of
one
of
Ada
’
s
favourite
songs
.
Ada
and
I
both
looked
at
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
thinking
that
we
knew
what
was
passing
in
his
mind
.
After
walking
and
stopping
,
and
several
times
leaving
off
rubbing
his
head
,
and
beginning
again
,
my
guardian
put
his
hand
upon
the
keys
and
stopped
Mr
.
Skimpole
’
s
playing
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
this
,
Skimpole
,
"
he
said
thoughtfully
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
who
had
quite
forgotten
the
subject
,
looked
up
surprised
.
"
The
man
was
necessary
,
"
pursued
my
guardian
,
walking
backward
and
forward
in
the
very
short
space
between
the
piano
and
the
end
of
the
room
and
rubbing
his
hair
up
from
the
back
of
his
head
as
if
a
high
east
wind
had
blown
it
into
that
form
.
"
If
we
make
such
men
necessary
by
our
faults
and
follies
,
or
by
our
want
of
worldly
knowledge
,
or
by
our
misfortunes
,
we
must
not
revenge
ourselves
upon
them
.
There
was
no
harm
in
his
trade
.
He
maintained
his
children
.
One
would
like
to
know
more
about
this
.
"
"
Oh
!
Coavinses
?
"
cried
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
at
length
perceiving
what
he
meant
.
"
Nothing
easier
.
A
walk
to
Coavinses
’
headquarters
,
and
you
can
know
what
you
will
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
nodded
to
us
,
who
were
only
waiting
for
the
signal
.
"
Come
!
We
will
walk
that
way
,
my
dears
.
Why
not
that
way
as
soon
as
another
!
"
We
were
quickly
ready
and
went
out
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
went
with
us
and
quite
enjoyed
the
expedition
.
It
was
so
new
and
so
refreshing
,
he
said
,
for
him
to
want
Coavinses
instead
of
Coavinses
wanting
him
!
He
took
us
,
first
,
to
Cursitor
Street
,
Chancery
Lane
,
where
there
was
a
house
with
barred
windows
,
which
he
called
Coavinses
’
Castle
.
On
our
going
into
the
entry
and
ringing
a
bell
,
a
very
hideous
boy
came
out
of
a
sort
of
office
and
looked
at
us
over
a
spiked
wicket
.
"
Who
did
you
want
?
"
said
the
boy
,
fitting
two
of
the
spikes
into
his
chin
.
"
There
was
a
follower
,
or
an
officer
,
or
something
,
here
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
who
is
dead
.
"
"
Yes
?
"
said
the
boy
.
"
Well
?
"
"
I
want
to
know
his
name
,
if
you
please
?
"
"
Name
of
Neckett
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
And
his
address
?
"
"
Bell
Yard
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
Chandler
’
s
shop
,
left
hand
side
,
name
of
Blinder
.
"
"
Was
he
—
I
don
’
t
know
how
to
shape
the
question
—
"
murmured
my
guardian
,
"
industrious
?
"
"
Was
Neckett
?
"
said
the
boy
.
"
Yes
,
wery
much
so
.
He
was
never
tired
of
watching
.
He
’
d
set
upon
a
post
at
a
street
corner
eight
or
ten
hours
at
a
stretch
if
he
undertook
to
do
it
.
"
"
He
might
have
done
worse
,
"
I
heard
my
guardian
soliloquize
.
"
He
might
have
undertaken
to
do
it
and
not
done
it
.
Thank
you
.
That
’
s
all
I
want
.
"
We
left
the
boy
,
with
his
head
on
one
side
and
his
arms
on
the
gate
,
fondling
and
sucking
the
spikes
,
and
went
back
to
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
,
where
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
who
had
not
cared
to
remain
nearer
Coavinses
,
awaited
us
.
Then
we
all
went
to
Bell
Yard
,
a
narrow
alley
at
a
very
short
distance
.
We
soon
found
the
chandler
’
s
shop
.
In
it
was
a
good
-
natured
-
looking
old
woman
with
a
dropsy
,
or
an
asthma
,
or
perhaps
both
.
"
Neckett
’
s
children
?
"
said
she
in
reply
to
my
inquiry
.
"
Yes
,
Surely
,
miss
.
Three
pair
,
if
you
please
.
Door
right
opposite
the
stairs
.
"
And
she
handed
me
the
key
across
the
counter
.
I
glanced
at
the
key
and
glanced
at
her
,
but
she
took
it
for
granted
that
I
knew
what
to
do
with
it
.
As
it
could
only
be
intended
for
the
children
’
s
door
,
I
came
out
without
asking
any
more
questions
and
led
the
way
up
the
dark
stairs
.
We
went
as
quietly
as
we
could
,
but
four
of
us
made
some
noise
on
the
aged
boards
,
and
when
we
came
to
the
second
story
we
found
we
had
disturbed
a
man
who
was
standing
there
looking
out
of
his
room
.
"
Is
it
Gridley
that
’
s
wanted
?
"
he
said
,
fixing
his
eyes
on
me
with
an
angry
stare
.
"
No
,
sir
,
"
said
I
;
"
I
am
going
higher
up
.
"
He
looked
at
Ada
,
and
at
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
and
at
Mr
.
