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Jo
comes
out
of
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
,
meeting
the
tardy
morning
which
is
always
late
in
getting
down
there
,
and
munches
his
dirty
bit
of
bread
as
he
comes
along
.
His
way
lying
through
many
streets
,
and
the
houses
not
yet
being
open
,
he
sits
down
to
breakfast
on
the
door
-
step
of
the
Society
for
the
Propagation
of
the
Gospel
in
Foreign
Parts
and
gives
it
a
brush
when
he
has
finished
as
an
acknowledgment
of
the
accommodation
.
He
admires
the
size
of
the
edifice
and
wonders
what
it
’
s
all
about
.
He
has
no
idea
,
poor
wretch
,
of
the
spiritual
destitution
of
a
coral
reef
in
the
Pacific
or
what
it
costs
to
look
up
the
precious
souls
among
the
coco
-
nuts
and
bread
-
fruit
.
He
goes
to
his
crossing
and
begins
to
lay
it
out
for
the
day
.
The
town
awakes
;
the
great
tee
-
totum
is
set
up
for
its
daily
spin
and
whirl
;
all
that
unaccountable
reading
and
writing
,
which
has
been
suspended
for
a
few
hours
,
recommences
.
Jo
and
the
other
lower
animals
get
on
in
the
unintelligible
mess
as
they
can
.
It
is
market
-
day
.
The
blinded
oxen
,
over
-
goaded
,
over
-
driven
,
never
guided
,
run
into
wrong
places
and
are
beaten
out
,
and
plunge
red
-
eyed
and
foaming
at
stone
walls
,
and
often
sorely
hurt
the
innocent
,
and
often
sorely
hurt
themselves
.
Very
like
Jo
and
his
order
;
very
,
very
like
!
A
band
of
music
comes
and
plays
.
Jo
listens
to
it
.
So
does
a
dog
—
a
drover
’
s
dog
,
waiting
for
his
master
outside
a
butcher
’
s
shop
,
and
evidently
thinking
about
those
sheep
he
has
had
upon
his
mind
for
some
hours
and
is
happily
rid
of
.
He
seems
perplexed
respecting
three
or
four
,
can
’
t
remember
where
he
left
them
,
looks
up
and
down
the
street
as
half
expecting
to
see
them
astray
,
suddenly
pricks
up
his
ears
and
remembers
all
about
it
.
A
thoroughly
vagabond
dog
,
accustomed
to
low
company
and
public
-
houses
;
a
terrific
dog
to
sheep
,
ready
at
a
whistle
to
scamper
over
their
backs
and
tear
out
mouthfuls
of
their
wool
;
but
an
educated
,
improved
,
developed
dog
who
has
been
taught
his
duties
and
knows
how
to
discharge
them
.
He
and
Jo
listen
to
the
music
,
probably
with
much
the
same
amount
of
animal
satisfaction
;
likewise
as
to
awakened
association
,
aspiration
,
or
regret
,
melancholy
or
joyful
reference
to
things
beyond
the
senses
,
they
are
probably
upon
a
par
.
But
,
otherwise
,
how
far
above
the
human
listener
is
the
brute
!
Turn
that
dog
’
s
descendants
wild
,
like
Jo
,
and
in
a
very
few
years
they
will
so
degenerate
that
they
will
lose
even
their
bark
—
but
not
their
bite
.
The
day
changes
as
it
wears
itself
away
and
becomes
dark
and
drizzly
.
Jo
fights
it
out
at
his
crossing
among
the
mud
and
wheels
,
the
horses
,
whips
,
and
umbrellas
,
and
gets
but
a
scanty
sum
to
pay
for
the
unsavoury
shelter
of
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
.
Twilight
comes
on
;
gas
begins
to
start
up
in
the
shops
;
the
lamplighter
,
with
his
ladder
,
runs
along
the
margin
of
the
pavement
.
A
wretched
evening
is
beginning
to
close
in
.
In
his
chambers
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
sits
meditating
an
application
to
the
nearest
magistrate
to
-
morrow
morning
for
a
warrant
.
Gridley
,
a
disappointed
suitor
,
has
been
here
to
-
day
and
has
been
alarming
.
We
are
not
to
be
put
in
bodily
fear
,
and
that
ill
-
conditioned
fellow
shall
be
held
to
bail
again
.
From
the
ceiling
,
foreshortened
Allegory
,
in
the
person
of
one
impossible
Roman
upside
down
,
points
with
the
arm
of
Samson
(
out
of
joint
,
and
an
odd
one
)
obtrusively
toward
the
window
.
Why
should
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
for
such
no
reason
,
look
out
of
window
?
Is
the
hand
not
always
pointing
there
?
So
he
does
not
look
out
of
window
.
And
if
he
did
,
what
would
it
be
to
see
a
woman
going
by
?
There
are
women
enough
in
the
world
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
thinks
—
too
many
;
they
are
at
the
bottom
of
all
that
goes
wrong
in
it
,
though
,
for
the
matter
of
that
,
they
create
business
for
lawyers
.
What
would
it
be
to
see
a
woman
going
by
,
even
though
she
were
going
secretly
?
They
are
all
secret
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
knows
that
very
well
.
But
they
are
not
all
like
the
woman
who
now
leaves
him
and
his
house
behind
,
between
whose
plain
dress
and
her
refined
manner
there
is
something
exceedingly
inconsistent
.
She
should
be
an
upper
servant
by
her
attire
,
yet
in
her
air
and
step
,
though
both
are
hurried
and
assumed
—
as
far
as
she
can
assume
in
the
muddy
streets
,
which
she
treads
with
an
unaccustomed
foot
—
she
is
a
lady
.
Her
face
is
veiled
,
and
still
she
sufficiently
betrays
herself
to
make
more
than
one
of
those
who
pass
her
look
round
sharply
.
She
never
turns
her
head
.
Lady
or
servant
,
she
has
a
purpose
in
her
and
can
follow
it
.
She
never
turns
her
head
until
she
comes
to
the
crossing
where
Jo
plies
with
his
broom
.
He
crosses
with
her
and
begs
.
Still
,
she
does
not
turn
her
head
until
she
has
landed
on
the
other
side
.
Then
she
slightly
beckons
to
him
and
says
,
"
Come
here
!
"
Jo
follows
her
a
pace
or
two
into
a
quiet
court
.
"
Are
you
the
boy
I
’
ve
read
of
in
the
papers
?
"
she
asked
behind
her
veil
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
says
Jo
,
staring
moodily
at
the
veil
,
"
nothink
about
no
papers
.
I
don
’
t
know
nothink
about
nothink
at
all
.
"
"
Were
you
examined
at
an
inquest
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
nothink
about
no
—
where
I
was
took
by
the
beadle
,
do
you
mean
?
"
says
Jo
.
"
Was
the
boy
’
s
name
at
the
inkwhich
Jo
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
That
’
s
me
!
"
says
Jo
.
"
Come
farther
up
.
"
"
You
mean
about
the
man
?
"
says
Jo
,
following
.
"
Him
as
wos
dead
?
"
"
Hush
!
Speak
in
a
whisper
!
Yes
.
Did
he
look
,
when
he
was
living
,
so
very
ill
and
poor
?
"
"
Oh
,
jist
!
"
says
Jo
.
"
Did
he
look
like
—
not
like
YOU
?
"
says
the
woman
with
abhorrence
.
"
Oh
,
not
so
bad
as
me
,
"
says
Jo
.
"
I
’
m
a
reg
’
lar
one
I
am
!
You
didn
’
t
know
him
,
did
you
?
"
"
How
dare
you
ask
me
if
I
knew
him
?
"
"
No
offence
,
my
lady
,
"
says
Jo
with
much
humility
,
for
even
he
has
got
at
the
suspicion
of
her
being
a
lady
.
"
I
am
not
a
lady
.
I
am
a
servant
.
"
"
You
are
a
jolly
servant
!
"
says
Jo
without
the
least
idea
of
saying
anything
offensive
,
merely
as
a
tribute
of
admiration
.
"
Listen
and
be
silent
.
Don
’
t
talk
to
me
,
and
stand
farther
from
me
!
Can
you
show
me
all
those
places
that
were
spoken
of
in
the
account
I
read
?
The
place
he
wrote
for
,
the
place
he
died
at
,
the
place
where
you
were
taken
to
,
and
the
place
where
he
was
buried
?
Do
you
know
the
place
where
he
was
buried
?
"
Jo
answers
with
a
nod
,
having
also
nodded
as
each
other
place
was
mentioned
.
"
Go
before
me
and
show
me
all
those
dreadful
places
.
Stop
opposite
to
each
,
and
don
’
t
speak
to
me
unless
I
speak
to
you
.
Don
’
t
look
back
.
Do
what
I
want
,
and
I
will
pay
you
well
.
"
Jo
attends
closely
while
the
words
are
being
spoken
;
tells
them
off
on
his
broom
-
handle
,
finding
them
rather
hard
;
pauses
to
consider
their
meaning
;
considers
it
satisfactory
;
and
nods
his
ragged
head
.
"
I
’
m
fly
,
"
says
Jo
.
"
But
fen
larks
,
you
know
.
Stow
hooking
it
!
"
"
What
does
the
horrible
creature
mean
?
"
exclaims
the
servant
,
recoiling
from
him
.
"
Stow
cutting
away
,
you
know
!
"
says
Jo
.
"
I
don
’
t
understand
you
.
Go
on
before
!
I
will
give
you
more
money
than
you
ever
had
in
your
life
.
"
Jo
screws
up
his
mouth
into
a
whistle
,
gives
his
ragged
head
a
rub
,
takes
his
broom
under
his
arm
,
and
leads
the
way
,
passing
deftly
with
his
bare
feet
over
the
hard
stones
and
through
the
mud
and
mire
.
Cook
’
s
Court
.
Jo
stops
.
A
pause
.
"
Who
lives
here
?
"
"
Him
wot
give
him
his
writing
and
give
me
half
a
bull
,
"
says
Jo
in
a
whisper
without
looking
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Go
on
to
the
next
.
"
Krook
’
s
house
.
Jo
stops
again
.
A
longer
pause
.
"
Who
lives
here
?
"
"
HE
lived
here
,
"
Jo
answers
as
before
.
After
a
silence
he
is
asked
,
"
In
which
room
?
"
"
In
the
back
room
up
there
.
You
can
see
the
winder
from
this
corner
.
Up
there
!
That
’
s
where
I
see
him
stritched
out
.
This
is
the
public
-
ouse
where
I
was
took
to
.
"
"
Go
on
to
the
next
!
"
It
is
a
longer
walk
to
the
next
,
but
Jo
,
relieved
of
his
first
suspicions
,
sticks
to
the
forms
imposed
upon
him
and
does
not
look
round
.
By
many
devious
ways
,
reeking
with
offence
of
many
kinds
,
they
come
to
the
little
tunnel
of
a
court
,
and
to
the
gas
-
lamp
(
lighted
now
)
,
and
to
the
iron
gate
.
"
He
was
put
there
,
"
says
Jo
,
holding
to
the
bars
and
looking
in
.
"
Where
?
Oh
,
what
a
scene
of
horror
!
"
"
There
!
"
says
Jo
,
pointing
.
"
Over
yinder
.
Among
them
piles
of
bones
,
and
close
to
that
there
kitchin
winder
!
They
put
him
wery
nigh
the
top
.
They
was
obliged
to
stamp
upon
it
to
git
it
in
.
I
could
unkiver
it
for
you
with
my
broom
if
the
gate
was
open
.
That
’
s
why
they
locks
it
,
I
s
’
pose
,
"
giving
it
a
shake
.
"
It
’
s
always
locked
.
Look
at
the
rat
!
"
cries
Jo
,
excited
.
"
Hi
!
Look
!
There
he
goes
!
Ho
!
Into
the
ground
!
"
The
servant
shrinks
into
a
corner
,
into
a
corner
of
that
hideous
archway
,
with
its
deadly
stains
contaminating
her
dress
;
and
putting
out
her
two
hands
and
passionately
telling
him
to
keep
away
from
her
,
for
he
is
loathsome
to
her
,
so
remains
for
some
moments
.
Jo
stands
staring
and
is
still
staring
when
she
recovers
herself
.
"
Is
this
place
of
abomination
consecrated
ground
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
nothink
of
consequential
ground
,
"
says
Jo
,
still
staring
.
"
Is
it
blessed
?
"
"
Which
?
"
says
Jo
,
in
the
last
degree
amazed
.
"
Is
it
blessed
?
"
"
I
’
m
blest
if
I
know
,
"
says
Jo
,
staring
more
than
ever
;
"
but
I
shouldn
’
t
think
it
warn
’
t
.
Blest
?
"
repeats
Jo
,
something
troubled
in
his
mind
.
"
It
an
’
t
done
it
much
good
if
it
is
.
Blest
?
I
should
think
it
was
t
’
othered
myself
.
But
I
don
’
t
know
nothink
!
"
The
servant
takes
as
little
heed
of
what
he
says
as
she
seems
to
take
of
what
she
has
said
herself
.
She
draws
off
her
glove
to
get
some
money
from
her
purse
.
Jo
silently
notices
how
white
and
small
her
hand
is
and
what
a
jolly
servant
she
must
be
to
wear
such
sparkling
rings
She
drops
a
piece
of
money
in
his
hand
without
touching
it
,
and
shuddering
as
their
hands
approach
.
"
Now
,
"
she
adds
,
"
show
me
the
spot
again
!
"
Jo
thrusts
the
handle
of
his
broom
between
the
bars
of
the
gate
,
and
with
his
utmost
power
of
elaboration
,
points
it
out
.
At
length
,
looking
aside
to
see
if
he
has
made
himself
intelligible
,
he
finds
that
he
is
alone
.
His
first
proceeding
is
to
hold
the
piece
of
money
to
the
gas
-
light
and
to
be
overpowered
at
finding
that
it
is
yellow
—
gold
.
His
next
is
to
give
it
a
one
-
sided
bite
at
the
edge
as
a
test
of
its
quality
.
His
next
,
to
put
it
in
his
mouth
for
safety
and
to
sweep
the
step
and
passage
with
great
care
.
His
job
done
,
he
sets
off
for
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
,
stopping
in
the
light
of
innumerable
gas
-
lamps
to
produce
the
piece
of
gold
and
give
it
another
one
-
sided
bite
as
a
reassurance
of
its
being
genuine
.
The
Mercury
in
powder
is
in
no
want
of
society
to
-
night
,
for
my
Lady
goes
to
a
grand
dinner
and
three
or
four
balls
.
Sir
Leicester
is
fidgety
down
at
Chesney
Wold
,
with
no
better
company
than
the
gout
;
he
complains
to
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
that
the
rain
makes
such
a
monotonous
pattering
on
the
terrace
that
he
can
’
t
read
the
paper
even
by
the
fireside
in
his
own
snug
dressing
-
room
.
"
Sir
Leicester
would
have
done
better
to
try
the
other
side
of
the
house
,
my
dear
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
to
Rosa
.
"
His
dressing
-
room
is
on
my
Lady
’
s
side
.
And
in
all
these
years
I
never
heard
the
step
upon
the
Ghost
’
s
Walk
more
distinct
than
it
is
to
-
night
!
"
Richard
very
often
came
to
see
us
while
we
remained
in
London
(
though
he
soon
failed
in
his
letter
-
writing
)
,
and
with
his
quick
abilities
,
his
good
spirits
,
his
good
temper
,
his
gaiety
and
freshness
,
was
always
delightful
.
But
though
I
liked
him
more
and
more
the
better
I
knew
him
,
I
still
felt
more
and
more
how
much
it
was
to
be
regretted
that
he
had
been
educated
in
no
habits
of
application
and
concentration
.
The
system
which
had
addressed
him
in
exactly
the
same
manner
as
it
had
addressed
hundreds
of
other
boys
,
all
varying
in
character
and
capacity
,
had
enabled
him
to
dash
through
his
tasks
,
always
with
fair
credit
and
often
with
distinction
,
but
in
a
fitful
,
dazzling
way
that
had
confirmed
his
reliance
on
those
very
qualities
in
himself
which
it
had
been
most
desirable
to
direct
and
train
.
They
were
good
qualities
,
without
which
no
high
place
can
be
meritoriously
won
,
but
like
fire
and
water
,
though
excellent
servants
,
they
were
very
bad
masters
.
If
they
had
been
under
Richard
’
s
direction
,
they
would
have
been
his
friends
;
but
Richard
being
under
their
direction
,
they
became
his
enemies
.
I
write
down
these
opinions
not
because
I
believe
that
this
or
any
other
thing
was
so
because
I
thought
so
,
but
only
because
I
did
think
so
and
I
want
to
be
quite
candid
about
all
I
thought
and
did
.
These
were
my
thoughts
about
Richard
.
I
thought
I
often
observed
besides
how
right
my
guardian
was
in
what
he
had
said
,
and
that
the
uncertainties
and
delays
of
the
Chancery
suit
had
imparted
to
his
nature
something
of
the
careless
spirit
of
a
gamester
who
felt
that
he
was
part
of
a
great
gaming
system
.
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Bayham
Badger
coming
one
afternoon
when
my
guardian
was
not
at
home
,
in
the
course
of
conversation
I
naturally
inquired
after
Richard
.
"
Why
,
Mr
.
Carstone
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Badger
,
"
is
very
well
and
is
,
I
assure
you
,
a
great
acquisition
to
our
society
.
Captain
Swosser
used
to
say
of
me
that
I
was
always
better
than
land
a
-
head
and
a
breeze
a
-
starn
to
the
midshipmen
’
s
mess
when
the
purser
’
s
junk
had
become
as
tough
as
the
fore
-
topsel
weather
earings
.
It
was
his
naval
way
of
mentioning
generally
that
I
was
an
acquisition
to
any
society
.
I
may
render
the
same
tribute
,
I
am
sure
,
to
Mr
.
Carstone
.
But
I
—
you
won
’
t
think
me
premature
if
I
mention
it
?
"
I
said
no
,
as
Mrs
.
Badger
’
s
insinuating
tone
seemed
to
require
such
an
answer
.
"
Nor
Miss
Clare
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Bayham
Badger
sweetly
.
Ada
said
no
,
too
,
and
looked
uneasy
.
"
Why
,
you
see
,
my
dears
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Badger
,
"
—
you
’
ll
excuse
me
calling
you
my
dears
?
"
We
entreated
Mrs
.
Badger
not
to
mention
it
.
"
Because
you
really
are
,
if
I
may
take
the
liberty
of
saying
so
,
"
pursued
Mrs
.
Badger
,
"
so
perfectly
charming
.
You
see
,
my
dears
,
that
although
I
am
still
young
—
or
Mr
.
Bayham
Badger
pays
me
the
compliment
of
saying
so
—
"
"
No
,
"
Mr
.
Badger
called
out
like
some
one
contradicting
at
a
public
meeting
.
"
Not
at
all
!
"
"
Very
well
,
"
smiled
Mrs
.
Badger
,
"
we
will
say
still
young
.
"
"
Undoubtedly
,
"
said
Mr
.
Badger
.
"
My
dears
,
though
still
young
,
I
have
had
many
opportunities
of
observing
young
men
.
There
were
many
such
on
board
the
dear
old
Crippler
,
I
assure
you
.
After
that
,
when
I
was
with
Captain
Swosser
in
the
Mediterranean
,
I
embraced
every
opportunity
of
knowing
and
befriending
the
midshipmen
under
Captain
Swosser
’
s
command
.
YOU
never
heard
them
called
the
young
gentlemen
,
my
dears
,
and
probably
would
not
understand
allusions
to
their
pipe
-
claying
their
weekly
accounts
,
but
it
is
otherwise
with
me
,
for
blue
water
has
been
a
second
home
to
me
,
and
I
have
been
quite
a
sailor
.
Again
,
with
Professor
Dingo
.
"
"
A
man
of
European
reputation
,
"
murmured
Mr
.
Badger
.
"
When
I
lost
my
dear
first
and
became
the
wife
of
my
dear
second
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Badger
,
speaking
of
her
former
husbands
as
if
they
were
parts
of
a
charade
,
"
I
still
enjoyed
opportunities
of
observing
youth
.
The
class
attendant
on
Professor
Dingo
’
s
lectures
was
a
large
one
,
and
it
became
my
pride
,
as
the
wife
of
an
eminent
scientific
man
seeking
herself
in
science
the
utmost
consolation
it
could
impart
,
to
throw
our
house
open
to
the
students
as
a
kind
of
Scientific
Exchange
.
Every
Tuesday
evening
there
was
lemonade
and
a
mixed
biscuit
for
all
who
chose
to
partake
of
those
refreshments
.
And
there
was
science
to
an
unlimited
extent
.
"
"
Remarkable
assemblies
those
,
Miss
Summerson
,
"
said
Mr
.
Badger
reverentially
.
"
There
must
have
been
great
intellectual
friction
going
on
there
under
the
auspices
of
such
a
man
!
"
"
And
now
,
"
pursued
Mrs
.
Badger
,
"
now
that
I
am
the
wife
of
my
dear
third
,
Mr
.
Badger
,
I
still
pursue
those
habits
of
observation
which
were
formed
during
the
lifetime
of
Captain
Swosser
and
adapted
to
new
and
unexpected
purposes
during
the
lifetime
of
Professor
Dingo
.
I
therefore
have
not
come
to
the
consideration
of
Mr
.
