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It
is
offensive
to
every
sense
;
even
the
gross
candle
burns
pale
and
sickly
in
the
polluted
air
.
There
are
a
couple
of
benches
and
a
higher
bench
by
way
of
table
.
The
men
lie
asleep
where
they
stumbled
down
,
but
the
women
sit
by
the
candle
.
Lying
in
the
arms
of
the
woman
who
has
spoken
is
a
very
young
child
.
"
Why
,
what
age
do
you
call
that
little
creature
?
"
says
Bucket
.
"
It
looks
as
if
it
was
born
yesterday
.
"
He
is
not
at
all
rough
about
it
;
and
as
he
turns
his
light
gently
on
the
infant
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
is
strangely
reminded
of
another
infant
,
encircled
with
light
,
that
he
has
seen
in
pictures
.
"
He
is
not
three
weeks
old
yet
,
sir
,
"
says
the
woman
.
"
Is
he
your
child
?
"
"
Mine
.
"
The
other
woman
,
who
was
bending
over
it
when
they
came
in
,
stoops
down
again
and
kisses
it
as
it
lies
asleep
.
"
You
seem
as
fond
of
it
as
if
you
were
the
mother
yourself
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
I
was
the
mother
of
one
like
it
,
master
,
and
it
died
.
"
"
Ah
,
Jenny
,
Jenny
!
"
says
the
other
woman
to
her
.
"
Better
so
.
Much
better
to
think
of
dead
than
alive
,
Jenny
!
Much
better
!
"
"
Why
,
you
an
’
t
such
an
unnatural
woman
,
I
hope
,
"
returns
Bucket
sternly
,
"
as
to
wish
your
own
child
dead
?
"
"
God
knows
you
are
right
,
master
,
"
she
returns
.
"
I
am
not
.
I
’
d
stand
between
it
and
death
with
my
own
life
if
I
could
,
as
true
as
any
pretty
lady
.
"
"
Then
don
’
t
talk
in
that
wrong
manner
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
mollified
again
.
"
Why
do
you
do
it
?
"
"
It
’
s
brought
into
my
head
,
master
,
"
returns
the
woman
,
her
eyes
filling
with
tears
,
"
when
I
look
down
at
the
child
lying
so
.
If
it
was
never
to
wake
no
more
,
you
’
d
think
me
mad
,
I
should
take
on
so
.
I
know
that
very
well
.
I
was
with
Jenny
when
she
lost
hers
—
warn
’
t
I
,
Jenny
?
—
and
I
know
how
she
grieved
.
But
look
around
you
at
this
place
.
Look
at
them
,
"
glancing
at
the
sleepers
on
the
ground
.
"
Look
at
the
boy
you
’
re
waiting
for
,
who
’
s
gone
out
to
do
me
a
good
turn
.
Think
of
the
children
that
your
business
lays
with
often
and
often
,
and
that
YOU
see
grow
up
!
"
"
Well
,
well
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
you
train
him
respectable
,
and
he
’
ll
be
a
comfort
to
you
,
and
look
after
you
in
your
old
age
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
mean
to
try
hard
,
"
she
answers
,
wiping
her
eyes
.
"
But
I
have
been
a
-
thinking
,
being
over
-
tired
to
-
night
and
not
well
with
the
ague
,
of
all
the
many
things
that
’
ll
come
in
his
way
.
My
master
will
be
against
it
,
and
he
’
ll
be
beat
,
and
see
me
beat
,
and
made
to
fear
his
home
,
and
perhaps
to
stray
wild
.
If
I
work
for
him
ever
so
much
,
and
ever
so
hard
,
there
’
s
no
one
to
help
me
;
and
if
he
should
be
turned
bad
’
spite
of
all
I
could
do
,
and
the
time
should
come
when
I
should
sit
by
him
in
his
sleep
,
made
hard
and
changed
,
an
’
t
it
likely
I
should
think
of
him
as
he
lies
in
my
lap
now
and
wish
he
had
died
as
Jenny
’
s
child
died
!
"
"
There
,
there
!
"
says
Jenny
.
"
Liz
,
you
’
re
tired
and
ill
.
Let
me
take
him
.
"
In
doing
so
,
she
displaces
the
mother
’
s
dress
,
but
quickly
readjusts
it
over
the
wounded
and
bruised
bosom
where
the
baby
has
been
lying
.
"
It
’
s
my
dead
child
,
"
says
Jenny
,
walking
up
and
down
as
she
nurses
,
"
that
makes
me
love
this
child
so
dear
,
and
it
’
s
my
dead
child
that
makes
her
love
it
so
dear
too
,
as
even
to
think
of
its
being
taken
away
from
her
now
.
While
she
thinks
that
,
I
think
what
fortune
would
I
give
to
have
my
darling
back
.
But
we
mean
the
same
thing
,
if
we
knew
how
to
say
it
,
us
two
mothers
does
in
our
poor
hearts
!
"
As
Mr
.
Snagsby
blows
his
nose
and
coughs
his
cough
of
sympathy
,
a
step
is
heard
without
.
Mr
.
Bucket
throws
his
light
into
the
doorway
and
says
to
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
"
Now
,
what
do
you
say
to
Toughy
?
Will
HE
do
?
"
"
That
’
s
Jo
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
Jo
stands
amazed
in
the
disk
of
light
,
like
a
ragged
figure
in
a
magic
-
lantern
,
trembling
to
think
that
he
has
offended
against
the
law
in
not
having
moved
on
far
enough
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
however
,
giving
him
the
consolatory
assurance
,
"
It
’
s
only
a
job
you
will
be
paid
for
,
Jo
,
"
he
recovers
;
and
on
being
taken
outside
by
Mr
.
Bucket
for
a
little
private
confabulation
,
tells
his
tale
satisfactorily
,
though
out
of
breath
.
"
I
have
squared
it
with
the
lad
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
returning
,
"
and
it
’
s
all
right
.
Now
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
we
’
re
ready
for
you
.
"
First
,
Jo
has
to
complete
his
errand
of
good
nature
by
handing
over
the
physic
he
has
been
to
get
,
which
he
delivers
with
the
laconic
verbal
direction
that
"
it
’
s
to
be
all
took
d
’
rectly
.
"
Secondly
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
has
to
lay
upon
the
table
half
a
crown
,
his
usual
panacea
for
an
immense
variety
of
afflictions
.
Thirdly
,
Mr
.
Bucket
has
to
take
Jo
by
the
arm
a
little
above
the
elbow
and
walk
him
on
before
him
,
without
which
observance
neither
the
Tough
Subject
nor
any
other
Subject
could
be
professionally
conducted
to
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
.
These
arrangements
completed
,
they
give
the
women
good
night
and
come
out
once
more
into
black
and
foul
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
.
By
the
noisome
ways
through
which
they
descended
into
that
pit
,
they
gradually
emerge
from
it
,
the
crowd
flitting
,
and
whistling
,
and
skulking
about
them
until
they
come
to
the
verge
,
where
restoration
of
the
bull
’
s
-
eyes
is
made
to
Darby
.
Here
the
crowd
,
like
a
concourse
of
imprisoned
demons
,
turns
back
,
yelling
,
and
is
seen
no
more
.
Through
the
clearer
and
fresher
streets
,
never
so
clear
and
fresh
to
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
mind
as
now
,
they
walk
and
ride
until
they
come
to
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
gate
.
As
they
ascend
the
dim
stairs
(
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
chambers
being
on
the
first
floor
)
,
Mr
.
Bucket
mentions
that
he
has
the
key
of
the
outer
door
in
his
pocket
and
that
there
is
no
need
to
ring
.
For
a
man
so
expert
in
most
things
of
that
kind
,
Bucket
takes
time
to
open
the
door
and
makes
some
noise
too
.
It
may
be
that
he
sounds
a
note
of
preparation
.
Howbeit
,
they
come
at
last
into
the
hall
,
where
a
lamp
is
burning
,
and
so
into
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
usual
room
—
the
room
where
he
drank
his
old
wine
to
-
night
.
He
is
not
there
,
but
his
two
old
-
fashioned
candlesticks
are
,
and
the
room
is
tolerably
light
.
Mr
.
Bucket
,
still
having
his
professional
hold
of
Jo
and
appearing
to
Mr
.
Snagsby
to
possess
an
unlimited
number
of
eyes
,
makes
a
little
way
into
this
room
,
when
Jo
starts
and
stops
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
says
Bucket
in
a
whisper
.
"
There
she
is
!
"
cries
Jo
.
"
Who
!
"
"
The
lady
!
"
A
female
figure
,
closely
veiled
,
stands
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
where
the
light
falls
upon
it
.
It
is
quite
still
and
silent
.
The
front
of
the
figure
is
towards
them
,
but
it
takes
no
notice
of
their
entrance
and
remains
like
a
statue
.
"
Now
,
tell
me
,
"
says
Bucket
aloud
,
"
how
you
know
that
to
be
the
lady
.
"
"
I
know
the
wale
,
"
replies
Jo
,
staring
,
"
and
the
bonnet
,
and
the
gownd
.
"
"
Be
quite
sure
of
what
you
say
,
Tough
,
"
returns
Bucket
,
narrowly
observant
of
him
.
"
Look
again
.
"
"
I
am
a
-
looking
as
hard
as
ever
I
can
look
,
"
says
Jo
with
starting
eyes
,
"
and
that
there
’
s
the
wale
,
the
bonnet
,
and
the
gownd
.
"
"
What
about
those
rings
you
told
me
of
?
"
asks
Bucket
.
"
A
-
sparkling
all
over
here
,
"
says
Jo
,
rubbing
the
fingers
of
his
left
hand
on
the
knuckles
of
his
right
without
taking
his
eyes
from
the
figure
.
The
figure
removes
the
right
-
hand
glove
and
shows
the
hand
.
"
Now
,
what
do
you
say
to
that
?
"
asks
Bucket
.
Jo
shakes
his
head
.
"
Not
rings
a
bit
like
them
.
Not
a
hand
like
that
.
"
"
What
are
you
talking
of
?
"
says
Bucket
,
evidently
pleased
though
,
and
well
pleased
too
.
"
Hand
was
a
deal
whiter
,
a
deal
delicater
,
and
a
deal
smaller
,
"
returns
Jo
.
"
Why
,
you
’
ll
tell
me
I
’
m
my
own
mother
next
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Do
you
recollect
the
lady
’
s
voice
?
"
"
I
think
I
does
,
"
says
Jo
.
The
figure
speaks
.
"
Was
it
at
all
like
this
?
I
will
speak
as
long
as
you
like
if
you
are
not
sure
.
Was
it
this
voice
,
or
at
all
like
this
voice
?
"
Jo
looks
aghast
at
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Not
a
bit
!
"
"
Then
,
what
,
"
retorts
that
worthy
,
pointing
to
the
figure
,
"
did
you
say
it
was
the
lady
for
?
"
"
Cos
,
"
says
Jo
with
a
perplexed
stare
but
without
being
at
all
shaken
in
his
certainty
,
"
cos
that
there
’
s
the
wale
,
the
bonnet
,
and
the
gownd
.
It
is
her
and
it
an
’
t
her
.
It
an
’
t
her
hand
,
nor
yet
her
rings
,
nor
yet
her
woice
.
But
that
there
’
s
the
wale
,
the
bonnet
,
and
the
gownd
,
and
they
’
re
wore
the
same
way
wot
she
wore
’
em
,
and
it
’
s
her
height
wot
she
wos
,
and
she
giv
me
a
sov
’
ring
and
hooked
it
.
"
"
Well
!
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
slightly
,
"
we
haven
’
t
got
much
good
out
of
YOU
.
But
,
however
,
here
’
s
five
shillings
for
you
.
Take
care
how
you
spend
it
,
and
don
’
t
get
yourself
into
trouble
.
"
Bucket
stealthily
tells
the
coins
from
one
hand
into
the
other
like
counters
—
which
is
a
way
he
has
,
his
principal
use
of
them
being
in
these
games
of
skill
—
and
then
puts
them
,
in
a
little
pile
,
into
the
boy
’
s
hand
and
takes
him
out
to
the
door
,
leaving
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
not
by
any
means
comfortable
under
these
mysterious
circumstances
,
alone
with
the
veiled
figure
.
But
on
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
coming
into
the
room
,
the
veil
is
raised
and
a
sufficiently
good
-
looking
Frenchwoman
is
revealed
,
though
her
expression
is
something
of
the
intensest
.
"
Thank
you
,
Mademoiselle
Hortense
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
with
his
usual
equanimity
.
"
I
will
give
you
no
further
trouble
about
this
little
wager
.
"
"
You
will
do
me
the
kindness
to
remember
,
sir
,
that
I
am
not
at
present
placed
?
"
says
mademoiselle
.
"
Certainly
,
certainly
!
"
"
And
to
confer
upon
me
the
favour
of
your
distinguished
recommendation
?
"
"
By
all
means
,
Mademoiselle
Hortense
.
"
"
A
word
from
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
is
so
powerful
.
"
"
It
shall
not
be
wanting
,
mademoiselle
.
"
"
Receive
the
assurance
of
my
devoted
gratitude
,
dear
sir
.
"
"
Good
night
.
"
Mademoiselle
goes
out
with
an
air
of
native
gentility
;
and
Mr
.
Bucket
,
to
whom
it
is
,
on
an
emergency
,
as
natural
to
be
groom
of
the
ceremonies
as
it
is
to
be
anything
else
,
shows
her
downstairs
,
not
without
gallantry
.
"
Well
,
Bucket
?
"
quoth
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
on
his
return
.
"
It
’
s
all
squared
,
you
see
,
as
I
squared
it
myself
,
sir
.
There
an
’
t
a
doubt
that
it
was
the
other
one
with
this
one
’
s
dress
on
.
The
boy
was
exact
respecting
colours
and
everything
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
I
promised
you
as
a
man
that
he
should
be
sent
away
all
right
.
Don
’
t
say
it
wasn
’
t
done
!
"
"
You
have
kept
your
word
,
sir
,
"
returns
the
stationer
;
"
and
if
I
can
be
of
no
further
use
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
I
think
,
as
my
little
woman
will
be
getting
anxious
—
"
"
Thank
you
,
Snagsby
,
no
further
use
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
I
am
quite
indebted
to
you
for
the
trouble
you
have
taken
already
.
"
"
Not
at
all
,
sir
.
I
wish
you
good
night
.
"
"
You
see
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
accompanying
him
to
the
door
and
shaking
hands
with
him
over
and
over
again
,
"
what
I
like
in
you
is
that
you
’
re
a
man
it
’
s
of
no
use
pumping
;
that
’
s
what
YOU
are
.
When
you
know
you
have
done
a
right
thing
,
you
put
it
away
,
and
it
’
s
done
with
and
gone
,
and
there
’
s
an
end
of
it
.
That
’
s
what
YOU
do
.
"
"
That
is
certainly
what
I
endeavour
to
do
,
sir
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
"
No
,
you
don
’
t
do
yourself
justice
.
It
an
’
t
what
you
endeavour
to
do
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
shaking
hands
with
him
and
blessing
him
in
the
tenderest
manner
,
"
it
’
s
what
you
DO
.
That
’
s
what
I
estimate
in
a
man
in
your
way
of
business
.
"
Mr
Snagsby
makes
a
suitable
response
and
goes
homeward
so
confused
by
the
events
of
the
evening
that
he
is
doubtful
of
his
being
awake
and
out
—
doubtful
of
the
reality
of
the
streets
through
which
he
goes
—
doubtful
of
the
reality
of
the
moon
that
shines
above
him
.
He
is
presently
reassured
on
these
subjects
by
the
unchallengeable
reality
of
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
sitting
up
with
her
head
in
a
perfect
beehive
of
curl
-
papers
and
night
-
cap
,
who
has
dispatched
Guster
to
the
police
-
station
with
official
intelligence
of
her
husband
’
s
being
made
away
with
,
and
who
within
the
last
two
hours
has
passed
through
every
stage
of
swooning
with
the
greatest
decorum
.
But
as
the
little
woman
feelingly
says
,
many
thanks
she
gets
for
it
!
We
came
home
from
Mr
.
Boythorn
’
s
after
six
pleasant
weeks
.
We
were
often
in
the
park
and
in
the
woods
and
seldom
passed
the
lodge
where
we
had
taken
shelter
without
looking
in
to
speak
to
the
keeper
’
s
wife
;
but
we
saw
no
more
of
Lady
Dedlock
,
except
at
church
on
Sundays
.
There
was
company
at
Chesney
Wold
;
and
although
several
beautiful
faces
surrounded
her
,
her
face
retained
the
same
influence
on
me
as
at
first
.
I
do
not
quite
know
even
now
whether
it
was
painful
or
pleasurable
,
whether
it
drew
me
towards
her
or
made
me
shrink
from
her
.
I
think
I
admired
her
with
a
kind
of
fear
,
and
I
know
that
in
her
presence
my
thoughts
always
wandered
back
,
as
they
had
done
at
first
,
to
that
old
time
of
my
life
.
I
had
a
fancy
,
on
more
than
one
of
these
Sundays
,
that
what
this
lady
so
curiously
was
to
me
,
I
was
to
her
—
I
mean
that
I
disturbed
her
thoughts
as
she
influenced
mine
,
though
in
some
different
way
.
But
when
I
stole
a
glance
at
her
and
saw
her
so
composed
and
distant
and
unapproachable
,
I
felt
this
to
be
a
foolish
weakness
.
Indeed
,
I
felt
the
whole
state
of
my
mind
in
reference
to
her
to
be
weak
and
unreasonable
,
and
I
remonstrated
with
myself
about
it
as
much
as
I
could
.
One
incident
that
occurred
before
we
quitted
Mr
.
Boythorn
’
s
house
,
I
had
better
mention
in
this
place
.
I
was
walking
in
the
garden
with
Ada
when
I
was
told
that
some
one
wished
to
see
me
.
Going
into
the
breakfast
-
room
where
this
person
was
waiting
,
I
found
it
to
be
the
French
maid
who
had
cast
off
her
shoes
and
walked
through
the
wet
grass
on
the
day
when
it
thundered
and
lightened
.
"
Mademoiselle
,
"
she
began
,
looking
fixedly
at
me
with
her
too
-
eager
eyes
,
though
otherwise
presenting
an
agreeable
appearance
and
speaking
neither
with
boldness
nor
servility
,
"
I
have
taken
a
great
liberty
in
coming
here
,
but
you
know
how
to
excuse
it
,
being
so
amiable
,
mademoiselle
.
"
"
No
excuse
is
necessary
,
"
I
returned
,
"
if
you
wish
to
speak
to
me
.
"
"
That
is
my
desire
,
mademoiselle
.
A
thousand
thanks
for
the
permission
.
I
have
your
leave
to
speak
.
Is
it
not
?
"
she
said
in
a
quick
,
natural
way
.
"
Certainly
,
"
said
I
.
"
Mademoiselle
,
you
are
so
amiable
!
Listen
then
,
if
you
please
.
I
have
left
my
Lady
.
We
could
not
agree
.
My
Lady
is
so
high
,
so
very
high
.
Pardon
!
Mademoiselle
,
you
are
right
!
"
Her
quickness
anticipated
what
I
might
have
said
presently
but
as
yet
had
only
thought
.
"
It
is
not
for
me
to
come
here
to
complain
of
my
Lady
.
But
I
say
she
is
so
high
,
so
very
high
.
I
will
not
say
a
word
more
.
All
the
world
knows
that
.
"
"
Go
on
,
if
you
please
,
"
said
I
.
"
Assuredly
;
mademoiselle
,
I
am
thankful
for
your
politeness
.
Mademoiselle
,
I
have
an
inexpressible
desire
to
find
service
with
a
young
lady
who
is
good
,
accomplished
,
beautiful
.
You
are
good
,
accomplished
,
and
beautiful
as
an
angel
.
Ah
,
could
I
have
the
honour
of
being
your
domestic
!
"
"
I
am
sorry
—
"
I
began
.
"
Do
not
dismiss
me
so
soon
,
mademoiselle
!
"
she
said
with
an
involuntary
contraction
of
her
fine
black
eyebrows
.
"
Let
me
hope
a
moment
!
Mademoiselle
,
I
know
this
service
would
be
more
retired
than
that
which
I
have
quitted
.
Well
!
I
wish
that
.
I
know
this
service
would
be
less
distinguished
than
that
which
I
have
quitted
.
