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Some
of
his
periods
quite
majestic
!
"
I
felt
this
to
be
very
true
but
was
too
confused
to
attend
to
it
.
Our
speedy
arrival
at
our
destination
,
before
I
had
time
to
recover
myself
,
increased
my
confusion
,
and
I
never
shall
forget
the
uncertain
and
the
unreal
air
of
everything
at
Greenleaf
(
Miss
Donny
’
s
house
)
that
afternoon
!
But
I
soon
became
used
to
it
.
I
was
so
adapted
to
the
routine
of
Greenleaf
before
long
that
I
seemed
to
have
been
there
a
great
while
and
almost
to
have
dreamed
rather
than
really
lived
my
old
life
at
my
godmother
’
s
.
Nothing
could
be
more
precise
,
exact
,
and
orderly
than
Greenleaf
.
There
was
a
time
for
everything
all
round
the
dial
of
the
clock
,
and
everything
was
done
at
its
appointed
moment
.
We
were
twelve
boarders
,
and
there
were
two
Miss
Donnys
,
twins
.
It
was
understood
that
I
would
have
to
depend
,
by
and
by
,
on
my
qualifications
as
a
governess
,
and
I
was
not
only
instructed
in
everything
that
was
taught
at
Greenleaf
,
but
was
very
soon
engaged
in
helping
to
instruct
others
.
Although
I
was
treated
in
every
other
respect
like
the
rest
of
the
school
,
this
single
difference
was
made
in
my
case
from
the
first
.
As
I
began
to
know
more
,
I
taught
more
,
and
so
in
course
of
time
I
had
plenty
to
do
,
which
I
was
very
fond
of
doing
because
it
made
the
dear
girls
fond
of
me
.
At
last
,
whenever
a
new
pupil
came
who
was
a
little
downcast
and
unhappy
,
she
was
so
sure
—
indeed
I
don
’
t
know
why
—
to
make
a
friend
of
me
that
all
new
-
comers
were
confided
to
my
care
.
They
said
I
was
so
gentle
,
but
I
am
sure
THEY
were
!
I
often
thought
of
the
resolution
I
had
made
on
my
birthday
to
try
to
be
industrious
,
contented
,
and
true
-
hearted
and
to
do
some
good
to
some
one
and
win
some
love
if
I
could
;
and
indeed
,
indeed
,
I
felt
almost
ashamed
to
have
done
so
little
and
have
won
so
much
.
I
passed
at
Greenleaf
six
happy
,
quiet
years
.
I
never
saw
in
any
face
there
,
thank
heaven
,
on
my
birthday
,
that
it
would
have
been
better
if
I
had
never
been
born
.
When
the
day
came
round
,
it
brought
me
so
many
tokens
of
affectionate
remembrance
that
my
room
was
beautiful
with
them
from
New
Year
’
s
Day
to
Christmas
.
In
those
six
years
I
had
never
been
away
except
on
visits
at
holiday
time
in
the
neighbourhood
.
After
the
first
six
months
or
so
I
had
taken
Miss
Donny
’
s
advice
in
reference
to
the
propriety
of
writing
to
Mr
.
Kenge
to
say
that
I
was
happy
and
grateful
,
and
with
her
approval
I
had
written
such
a
letter
.
I
had
received
a
formal
answer
acknowledging
its
receipt
and
saying
,
"
We
note
the
contents
thereof
,
which
shall
be
duly
communicated
to
our
client
.
"
After
that
I
sometimes
heard
Miss
Donny
and
her
sister
mention
how
regular
my
accounts
were
paid
,
and
about
twice
a
year
I
ventured
to
write
a
similar
letter
.
I
always
received
by
return
of
post
exactly
the
same
answer
in
the
same
round
hand
,
with
the
signature
of
Kenge
and
Carboy
in
another
writing
,
which
I
supposed
to
be
Mr
.
Kenge
’
s
.
It
seems
so
curious
to
me
to
be
obliged
to
write
all
this
about
myself
!
As
if
this
narrative
were
the
narrative
of
MY
life
!
But
my
little
body
will
soon
fall
into
the
background
now
.
Six
quiet
years
(
I
find
I
am
saying
it
for
the
second
time
)
I
had
passed
at
Greenleaf
,
seeing
in
those
around
me
,
as
it
might
be
in
a
looking
-
glass
,
every
stage
of
my
own
growth
and
change
there
,
when
,
one
November
morning
,
I
received
this
letter
.
I
omit
the
date
.
Old
Square
,
Lincoln
’
s
InnMadam
,
Our
clt
Mr
.
Jarndyce
being
abt
to
rece
into
his
house
,
under
an
Order
of
the
Ct
of
Chy
,
a
Ward
of
the
Ct
in
this
cause
,
for
whom
he
wishes
to
secure
an
elgble
compn
,
directs
us
to
inform
you
that
he
will
be
glad
of
your
serces
in
the
afsd
capacity
.
We
have
arrngd
for
your
being
forded
,
carriage
free
,
pr
eight
o
’
clock
coach
from
Reading
,
on
Monday
morning
next
,
to
White
Horse
Cellar
,
Piccadilly
,
London
,
where
one
of
our
clks
will
be
in
waiting
to
convey
you
to
our
offe
as
above
.
We
are
,
Madam
,
Your
obedt
Servts
,
Kenge
and
CarboyMiss
Esther
SummersonOh
,
never
,
never
,
never
shall
I
forget
the
emotion
this
letter
caused
in
the
house
!
It
was
so
tender
in
them
to
care
so
much
for
me
,
it
was
so
gracious
in
that
father
who
had
not
forgotten
me
to
have
made
my
orphan
way
so
smooth
and
easy
and
to
have
inclined
so
many
youthful
natures
towards
me
,
that
I
could
hardly
bear
it
.
Not
that
I
would
have
had
them
less
sorry
—
I
am
afraid
not
;
but
the
pleasure
of
it
,
and
the
pain
of
it
,
and
the
pride
and
joy
of
it
,
and
the
humble
regret
of
it
were
so
blended
that
my
heart
seemed
almost
breaking
while
it
was
full
of
rapture
.
The
letter
gave
me
only
five
days
’
notice
of
my
removal
.
When
every
minute
added
to
the
proofs
of
love
and
kindness
that
were
given
me
in
those
five
days
,
and
when
at
last
the
morning
came
and
when
they
took
me
through
all
the
rooms
that
I
might
see
them
for
the
last
time
,
and
when
some
cried
,
"
Esther
,
dear
,
say
good
-
bye
to
me
here
at
my
bedside
,
where
you
first
spoke
so
kindly
to
me
!
"
and
when
others
asked
me
only
to
write
their
names
,
"
With
Esther
’
s
love
,
"
and
when
they
all
surrounded
me
with
their
parting
presents
and
clung
to
me
weeping
and
cried
,
"
What
shall
we
do
when
dear
,
dear
Esther
’
s
gone
!
"
and
when
I
tried
to
tell
them
how
forbearing
and
how
good
they
had
all
been
to
me
and
how
I
blessed
and
thanked
them
every
one
,
what
a
heart
I
had
!
And
when
the
two
Miss
Donnys
grieved
as
much
to
part
with
me
as
the
least
among
them
,
and
when
the
maids
said
,
"
Bless
you
,
miss
,
wherever
you
go
!
"
and
when
the
ugly
lame
old
gardener
,
who
I
thought
had
hardly
noticed
me
in
all
those
years
,
came
panting
after
the
coach
to
give
me
a
little
nosegay
of
geraniums
and
told
me
I
had
been
the
light
of
his
eyes
—
indeed
the
old
man
said
so
!
—
what
a
heart
I
had
then
!
And
could
I
help
it
if
with
all
this
,
and
the
coming
to
the
little
school
,
and
the
unexpected
sight
of
the
poor
children
outside
waving
their
hats
and
bonnets
to
me
,
and
of
a
grey
-
haired
gentleman
and
lady
whose
daughter
I
had
helped
to
teach
and
at
whose
house
I
had
visited
(
who
were
said
to
be
the
proudest
people
in
all
that
country
)
,
caring
for
nothing
but
calling
out
,
"
Good
-
bye
,
Esther
.
May
you
be
very
happy
!
"
—
could
I
help
it
if
I
was
quite
bowed
down
in
the
coach
by
myself
and
said
"
Oh
,
I
am
so
thankful
,
I
am
so
thankful
!
"
many
times
over
!
But
of
course
I
soon
considered
that
I
must
not
take
tears
where
I
was
going
after
all
that
had
been
done
for
me
.
Therefore
,
of
course
,
I
made
myself
sob
less
and
persuaded
myself
to
be
quiet
by
saying
very
often
,
"
Esther
,
now
you
really
must
!
This
WILL
NOT
do
!
"
I
cheered
myself
up
pretty
well
at
last
,
though
I
am
afraid
I
was
longer
about
it
than
I
ought
to
have
been
;
and
when
I
had
cooled
my
eyes
with
lavender
water
,
it
was
time
to
watch
for
London
.
I
was
quite
persuaded
that
we
were
there
when
we
were
ten
miles
off
,
and
when
we
really
were
there
,
that
we
should
never
get
there
.
However
,
when
we
began
to
jolt
upon
a
stone
pavement
,
and
particularly
when
every
other
conveyance
seemed
to
be
running
into
us
,
and
we
seemed
to
be
running
into
every
other
conveyance
,
I
began
to
believe
that
we
really
were
approaching
the
end
of
our
journey
.
Very
soon
afterwards
we
stopped
.
A
young
gentleman
who
had
inked
himself
by
accident
addressed
me
from
the
pavement
and
said
,
"
I
am
from
Kenge
and
Carboy
’
s
,
miss
,
of
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
.
"
"
If
you
please
,
sir
,
"
said
I
.
He
was
very
obliging
,
and
as
he
handed
me
into
a
fly
after
superintending
the
removal
of
my
boxes
,
I
asked
him
whether
there
was
a
great
fire
anywhere
?
For
the
streets
were
so
full
of
dense
brown
smoke
that
scarcely
anything
was
to
be
seen
.
"
Oh
,
dear
no
,
miss
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
is
a
London
particular
.
"
I
had
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
.
"
A
fog
,
miss
,
"
said
the
young
gentleman
.
"
Oh
,
indeed
!
"
said
I
.
We
drove
slowly
through
the
dirtiest
and
darkest
streets
that
ever
were
seen
in
the
world
(
I
thought
)
and
in
such
a
distracting
state
of
confusion
that
I
wondered
how
the
people
kept
their
senses
,
until
we
passed
into
sudden
quietude
under
an
old
gateway
and
drove
on
through
a
silent
square
until
we
came
to
an
odd
nook
in
a
corner
,
where
there
was
an
entrance
up
a
steep
,
broad
flight
of
stairs
,
like
an
entrance
to
a
church
.
And
there
really
was
a
churchyard
outside
under
some
cloisters
,
for
I
saw
the
gravestones
from
the
staircase
window
.
This
was
Kenge
and
Carboy
’
s
.
The
young
gentleman
showed
me
through
an
outer
office
into
Mr
.
Kenge
’
s
room
—
there
was
no
one
in
it
—
and
politely
put
an
arm
-
chair
for
me
by
the
fire
.
He
then
called
my
attention
to
a
little
looking
-
glass
hanging
from
a
nail
on
one
side
of
the
chimney
-
piece
.
"
In
case
you
should
wish
to
look
at
yourself
,
miss
,
after
the
journey
,
as
you
’
re
going
before
the
Chancellor
.
Not
that
it
’
s
requisite
,
I
am
sure
,
"
said
the
young
gentleman
civilly
.
"
Going
before
the
Chancellor
?
"
I
said
,
startled
for
a
moment
.
"
Only
a
matter
of
form
,
miss
,
"
returned
the
young
gentleman
.
"
Mr
.
Kenge
is
in
court
now
.
He
left
his
compliments
,
and
would
you
partake
of
some
refreshment
"
—
there
were
biscuits
and
a
decanter
of
wine
on
a
small
table
—
"
and
look
over
the
paper
,
"
which
the
young
gentleman
gave
me
as
he
spoke
.
He
then
stirred
the
fire
and
left
me
.
Everything
was
so
strange
—
the
stranger
from
its
being
night
in
the
day
-
time
,
the
candles
burning
with
a
white
flame
,
and
looking
raw
and
cold
—
that
I
read
the
words
in
the
newspaper
without
knowing
what
they
meant
and
found
myself
reading
the
same
words
repeatedly
.
As
it
was
of
no
use
going
on
in
that
way
,
I
put
the
paper
down
,
took
a
peep
at
my
bonnet
in
the
glass
to
see
if
it
was
neat
,
and
looked
at
the
room
,
which
was
not
half
lighted
,
and
at
the
shabby
,
dusty
tables
,
and
at
the
piles
of
writings
,
and
at
a
bookcase
full
of
the
most
inexpressive
-
looking
books
that
ever
had
anything
to
say
for
themselves
.
Then
I
went
on
,
thinking
,
thinking
,
thinking
;
and
the
fire
went
on
,
burning
,
burning
,
burning
;
and
the
candles
went
on
flickering
and
guttering
,
and
there
were
no
snuffers
—
until
the
young
gentleman
by
and
by
brought
a
very
dirty
pair
—
for
two
hours
.
At
last
Mr
.
Kenge
came
.
HE
was
not
altered
,
but
he
was
surprised
to
see
how
altered
I
was
and
appeared
quite
pleased
.
"
As
you
are
going
to
be
the
companion
of
the
young
lady
who
is
now
in
the
Chancellor
’
s
private
room
,
Miss
Summerson
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
thought
it
well
that
you
should
be
in
attendance
also
.
You
will
not
be
discomposed
by
the
Lord
Chancellor
,
I
dare
say
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
shall
,
"
really
not
seeing
on
consideration
why
I
should
be
.
So
Mr
.
Kenge
gave
me
his
arm
and
we
went
round
the
corner
,
under
a
colonnade
,
and
in
at
a
side
door
.
And
so
we
came
,
along
a
passage
,
into
a
comfortable
sort
of
room
where
a
young
lady
and
a
young
gentleman
were
standing
near
a
great
,
loud
-
roaring
fire
.
A
screen
was
interposed
between
them
and
it
,
and
they
were
leaning
on
the
screen
,
talking
.
They
both
looked
up
when
I
came
in
,
and
I
saw
in
the
young
lady
,
with
the
fire
shining
upon
her
,
such
a
beautiful
girl
!
With
such
rich
golden
hair
,
such
soft
blue
eyes
,
and
such
a
bright
,
innocent
,
trusting
face
!
"
Miss
Ada
,
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
,
"
this
is
Miss
Summerson
.
"
She
came
to
meet
me
with
a
smile
of
welcome
and
her
hand
extended
,
but
seemed
to
change
her
mind
in
a
moment
and
kissed
me
.
In
short
,
she
had
such
a
natural
,
captivating
,
winning
manner
that
in
a
few
minutes
we
were
sitting
in
the
window
-
seat
,
with
the
light
of
the
fire
upon
us
,
talking
together
as
free
and
happy
as
could
be
.
What
a
load
off
my
mind
!
It
was
so
delightful
to
know
that
she
could
confide
in
me
and
like
me
!
It
was
so
good
of
her
,
and
so
encouraging
to
me
!
The
young
gentleman
was
her
distant
cousin
,
she
told
me
,
and
his
name
Richard
Carstone
.
He
was
a
handsome
youth
with
an
ingenuous
face
and
a
most
engaging
laugh
;
and
after
she
had
called
him
up
to
where
we
sat
,
he
stood
by
us
,
in
the
light
of
the
fire
,
talking
gaily
,
like
a
light
-
hearted
boy
.
He
was
very
young
,
not
more
than
nineteen
then
,
if
quite
so
much
,
but
nearly
two
years
older
than
she
was
.
They
were
both
orphans
and
(
what
was
very
unexpected
and
curious
to
me
)
had
never
met
before
that
day
.
Our
all
three
coming
together
for
the
first
time
in
such
an
unusual
place
was
a
thing
to
talk
about
,
and
we
talked
about
it
;
and
the
fire
,
which
had
left
off
roaring
,
winked
its
red
eyes
at
us
—
as
Richard
said
—
like
a
drowsy
old
Chancery
lion
.
We
conversed
in
a
low
tone
because
a
full
-
dressed
gentleman
in
a
bag
wig
frequently
came
in
and
out
,
and
when
he
did
so
,
we
could
hear
a
drawling
sound
in
the
distance
,
which
he
said
was
one
of
the
counsel
in
our
case
addressing
the
Lord
Chancellor
.
He
told
Mr
.
Kenge
that
the
Chancellor
would
be
up
in
five
minutes
;
and
presently
we
heard
a
bustle
and
a
tread
of
feet
,
and
Mr
.
Kenge
said
that
the
Court
had
risen
and
his
lordship
was
in
the
next
room
.
The
gentleman
in
the
bag
wig
opened
the
door
almost
directly
and
requested
Mr
.
Kenge
to
come
in
.
Upon
that
,
we
all
went
into
the
next
room
,
Mr
.
Kenge
first
,
with
my
darling
—
it
is
so
natural
to
me
now
that
I
can
’
t
help
writing
it
;
and
there
,
plainly
dressed
in
black
and
sitting
in
an
arm
-
chair
at
a
table
near
the
fire
,
was
his
lordship
,
whose
robe
,
trimmed
with
beautiful
gold
lace
,
was
thrown
upon
another
chair
.
He
gave
us
a
searching
look
as
we
entered
,
but
his
manner
was
both
courtly
and
kind
.
The
gentleman
in
the
bag
wig
laid
bundles
of
papers
on
his
lordship
’
s
table
,
and
his
lordship
silently
selected
one
and
turned
over
the
leaves
.
"
Miss
Clare
,
"
said
the
Lord
Chancellor
.
"
Miss
Ada
Clare
?
"
Mr
.
Kenge
presented
her
,
and
his
lordship
begged
her
to
sit
down
near
him
.
That
he
admired
her
and
was
interested
by
her
even
I
could
see
in
a
moment
.
It
touched
me
that
the
home
of
such
a
beautiful
young
creature
should
be
represented
by
that
dry
,
official
place
.
The
Lord
High
Chancellor
,
at
his
best
,
appeared
so
poor
a
substitute
for
the
love
and
pride
of
parents
.
"
The
Jarndyce
in
question
,
"
said
the
Lord
Chancellor
,
still
turning
over
leaves
,
"
is
Jarndyce
of
Bleak
House
.
"
"
Jarndyce
of
Bleak
House
,
my
lord
,
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
.
"
A
dreary
name
,
"
said
the
Lord
Chancellor
.
"
But
not
a
dreary
place
at
present
,
my
lord
,
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
.
"
And
Bleak
House
,
"
said
his
lordship
,
"
is
in
—
"
"
Hertfordshire
,
my
lord
.
"
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
of
Bleak
House
is
not
married
?
"
said
his
lordship
.
"
He
is
not
,
my
lord
,
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
.
A
pause
.
"
Young
Mr
.
Richard
Carstone
is
present
?
"
said
the
Lord
Chancellor
,
glancing
towards
him
.
Richard
bowed
and
stepped
forward
.
"
Hum
!
"
said
the
Lord
Chancellor
,
turning
over
more
leaves
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
of
Bleak
House
,
my
lord
,
"
Mr
.
Kenge
observed
in
a
low
voice
,
"
if
I
may
venture
to
remind
your
lordship
,
provides
a
suitable
companion
for
—
"
"
For
Mr
.
Richard
Carstone
?
"
I
thought
(
but
I
am
not
quite
sure
)
I
heard
his
lordship
say
in
an
equally
low
voice
and
with
a
smile
.
"
For
Miss
Ada
Clare
.
This
is
the
young
lady
.
Miss
Summerson
.
"
His
lordship
gave
me
an
indulgent
look
and
acknowledged
my
curtsy
very
graciously
.
"
Miss
Summerson
is
not
related
to
any
party
in
the
cause
,
I
think
?
"
"
No
,
my
lord
.
"
Mr
.
Kenge
leant
over
before
it
was
quite
said
and
whispered
.
His
lordship
,
with
his
eyes
upon
his
papers
,
listened
,
nodded
twice
or
thrice
,
turned
over
more
leaves
,
and
did
not
look
towards
me
again
until
we
were
going
away
.
Mr
.
