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"
And
he
put
one
hand
in
his
breast
and
stood
upright
in
a
martial
attitude
as
I
informed
little
Miss
Flite
,
in
her
ear
,
of
the
purport
of
his
kind
errand
.
"
My
angry
friend
from
Shropshire
!
Almost
as
celebrated
as
myself
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
Now
really
!
My
dear
,
I
will
wait
upon
him
with
the
greatest
pleasure
.
"
"
He
is
living
concealed
at
Mr
.
George
’
s
,
"
said
I
.
"
Hush
!
This
is
Mr
.
George
.
"
"
In
—
deed
!
"
returned
Miss
Flite
.
"
Very
proud
to
have
the
honour
!
A
military
man
,
my
dear
.
You
know
,
a
perfect
general
!
"
she
whispered
to
me
.
Poor
Miss
Flite
deemed
it
necessary
to
be
so
courtly
and
polite
,
as
a
mark
of
her
respect
for
the
army
,
and
to
curtsy
so
very
often
that
it
was
no
easy
matter
to
get
her
out
of
the
court
.
When
this
was
at
last
done
,
and
addressing
Mr
.
George
as
"
General
,
"
she
gave
him
her
arm
,
to
the
great
entertainment
of
some
idlers
who
were
looking
on
,
he
was
so
discomposed
and
begged
me
so
respectfully
"
not
to
desert
him
"
that
I
could
not
make
up
my
mind
to
do
it
,
especially
as
Miss
Flite
was
always
tractable
with
me
and
as
she
too
said
,
"
Fitz
Jarndyce
,
my
dear
,
you
will
accompany
us
,
of
course
.
"
As
Richard
seemed
quite
willing
,
and
even
anxious
,
that
we
should
see
them
safely
to
their
destination
,
we
agreed
to
do
so
.
And
as
Mr
.
George
informed
us
that
Gridley
’
s
mind
had
run
on
Mr
.
Jarndyce
all
the
afternoon
after
hearing
of
their
interview
in
the
morning
,
I
wrote
a
hasty
note
in
pencil
to
my
guardian
to
say
where
we
were
gone
and
why
.
Mr
.
George
sealed
it
at
a
coffee
-
house
,
that
it
might
lead
to
no
discovery
,
and
we
sent
it
off
by
a
ticket
-
porter
.
We
then
took
a
hackney
-
coach
and
drove
away
to
the
neighbourhood
of
Leicester
Square
.
We
walked
through
some
narrow
courts
,
for
which
Mr
.
George
apologized
,
and
soon
came
to
the
shooting
gallery
,
the
door
of
which
was
closed
.
As
he
pulled
a
bell
-
handle
which
hung
by
a
chain
to
the
door
-
post
,
a
very
respectable
old
gentleman
with
grey
hair
,
wearing
spectacles
,
and
dressed
in
a
black
spencer
and
gaiters
and
a
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
and
carrying
a
large
gold
-
beaded
cane
,
addressed
him
.
"
I
ask
your
pardon
,
my
good
friend
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
is
this
George
’
s
Shooting
Gallery
?
"
"
It
is
,
sir
,
"
returned
Mr
.
George
,
glancing
up
at
the
great
letters
in
which
that
inscription
was
painted
on
the
whitewashed
wall
.
"
Oh
!
To
be
sure
!
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
following
his
eyes
.
"
Thank
you
.
Have
you
rung
the
bell
?
"
"
My
name
is
George
,
sir
,
and
I
have
rung
the
bell
.
"
"
Oh
,
indeed
?
"
said
the
old
gentleman
.
"
Your
name
is
George
?
Then
I
am
here
as
soon
as
you
,
you
see
.
You
came
for
me
,
no
doubt
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
You
have
the
advantage
of
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
indeed
?
"
said
the
old
gentleman
.
"
Then
it
was
your
young
man
who
came
for
me
.
I
am
a
physician
and
was
requested
—
five
minutes
ago
—
to
come
and
visit
a
sick
man
at
George
’
s
Shooting
Gallery
.
"
"
The
muffled
drums
,
"
said
Mr
.
George
,
turning
to
Richard
and
me
and
gravely
shaking
his
head
.
"
It
’
s
quite
correct
,
sir
.
Will
you
please
to
walk
in
.
"
The
door
being
at
that
moment
opened
by
a
very
singular
-
looking
little
man
in
a
green
-
baize
cap
and
apron
,
whose
face
and
hands
and
dress
were
blackened
all
over
,
we
passed
along
a
dreary
passage
into
a
large
building
with
bare
brick
walls
where
there
were
targets
,
and
guns
,
and
swords
,
and
other
things
of
that
kind
.
When
we
had
all
arrived
here
,
the
physician
stopped
,
and
taking
off
his
hat
,
appeared
to
vanish
by
magic
and
to
leave
another
and
quite
a
different
man
in
his
place
.
"
Now
lookee
here
,
George
,
"
said
the
man
,
turning
quickly
round
upon
him
and
tapping
him
on
the
breast
with
a
large
forefinger
.
"
You
know
me
,
and
I
know
you
.
You
’
re
a
man
of
the
world
,
and
I
’
m
a
man
of
the
world
.
My
name
’
s
Bucket
,
as
you
are
aware
,
and
I
have
got
a
peace
-
warrant
against
Gridley
.
You
have
kept
him
out
of
the
way
a
long
time
,
and
you
have
been
artful
in
it
,
and
it
does
you
credit
.
"
Mr
.
George
,
looking
hard
at
him
,
bit
his
lip
and
shook
his
head
.
"
Now
,
George
,
"
said
the
other
,
keeping
close
to
him
,
"
you
’
re
a
sensible
man
and
a
well
-
conducted
man
;
that
’
s
what
YOU
are
,
beyond
a
doubt
.
And
mind
you
,
I
don
’
t
talk
to
you
as
a
common
character
,
because
you
have
served
your
country
and
you
know
that
when
duty
calls
we
must
obey
.
Consequently
you
’
re
very
far
from
wanting
to
give
trouble
.
If
I
required
assistance
,
you
’
d
assist
me
;
that
’
s
what
YOU
’
D
do
.
Phil
Squod
,
don
’
t
you
go
a
-
sidling
round
the
gallery
like
that
"
—
the
dirty
little
man
was
shuffling
about
with
his
shoulder
against
the
wall
,
and
his
eyes
on
the
intruder
,
in
a
manner
that
looked
threatening
—
"
because
I
know
you
and
won
’
t
have
it
.
"
"
Phil
!
"
said
Mr
.
George
.
"
Yes
,
guv
’
ner
.
"
"
Be
quiet
.
"
The
little
man
,
with
a
low
growl
,
stood
still
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
you
’
ll
excuse
anything
that
may
appear
to
be
disagreeable
in
this
,
for
my
name
’
s
Inspector
Bucket
of
the
Detective
,
and
I
have
a
duty
to
perform
.
George
,
I
know
where
my
man
is
because
I
was
on
the
roof
last
night
and
saw
him
through
the
skylight
,
and
you
along
with
him
.
He
is
in
there
,
you
know
,
"
pointing
;
"
that
’
s
where
HE
is
—
on
a
sofy
.
Now
I
must
see
my
man
,
and
I
must
tell
my
man
to
consider
himself
in
custody
;
but
you
know
me
,
and
you
know
I
don
’
t
want
to
take
any
uncomfortable
measures
.
You
give
me
your
word
,
as
from
one
man
to
another
(
and
an
old
soldier
,
mind
you
,
likewise
)
,
that
it
’
s
honourable
between
us
two
,
and
I
’
ll
accommodate
you
to
the
utmost
of
my
power
.
"
"
I
give
it
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
But
it
wasn
’
t
handsome
in
you
,
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
"
Gammon
,
George
!
Not
handsome
?
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
tapping
him
on
his
broad
breast
again
and
shaking
hands
with
him
.
"
I
don
’
t
say
it
wasn
’
t
handsome
in
you
to
keep
my
man
so
close
,
do
I
?
Be
equally
good
-
tempered
to
me
,
old
boy
!
Old
William
Tell
,
Old
Shaw
,
the
Life
Guardsman
!
Why
,
he
’
s
a
model
of
the
whole
British
army
in
himself
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
.
I
’
d
give
a
fifty
-
pun
’
note
to
be
such
a
figure
of
a
man
!
"
The
affair
being
brought
to
this
head
,
Mr
.
George
,
after
a
little
consideration
,
proposed
to
go
in
first
to
his
comrade
(
as
he
called
him
)
,
taking
Miss
Flite
with
him
.
Mr
.
Bucket
agreeing
,
they
went
away
to
the
further
end
of
the
gallery
,
leaving
us
sitting
and
standing
by
a
table
covered
with
guns
.
Mr
.
Bucket
took
this
opportunity
of
entering
into
a
little
light
conversation
,
asking
me
if
I
were
afraid
of
fire
-
arms
,
as
most
young
ladies
were
;
asking
Richard
if
he
were
a
good
shot
;
asking
Phil
Squod
which
he
considered
the
best
of
those
rifles
and
what
it
might
be
worth
first
-
hand
,
telling
him
in
return
that
it
was
a
pity
he
ever
gave
way
to
his
temper
,
for
he
was
naturally
so
amiable
that
he
might
have
been
a
young
woman
,
and
making
himself
generally
agreeable
.
After
a
time
he
followed
us
to
the
further
end
of
the
gallery
,
and
Richard
and
I
were
going
quietly
away
when
Mr
.
George
came
after
us
.
He
said
that
if
we
had
no
objection
to
see
his
comrade
,
he
would
take
a
visit
from
us
very
kindly
.
The
words
had
hardly
passed
his
lips
when
the
bell
was
rung
and
my
guardian
appeared
,
"
on
the
chance
,
"
he
slightly
observed
,
"
of
being
able
to
do
any
little
thing
for
a
poor
fellow
involved
in
the
same
misfortune
as
himself
.
"
We
all
four
went
back
together
and
went
into
the
place
where
Gridley
was
.
It
was
a
bare
room
,
partitioned
off
from
the
gallery
with
unpainted
wood
.
As
the
screening
was
not
more
than
eight
or
ten
feet
high
and
only
enclosed
the
sides
,
not
the
top
,
the
rafters
of
the
high
gallery
roof
were
overhead
,
and
the
skylight
through
which
Mr
.
Bucket
had
looked
down
.
The
sun
was
low
—
near
setting
—
and
its
light
came
redly
in
above
,
without
descending
to
the
ground
.
Upon
a
plain
canvas
-
covered
sofa
lay
the
man
from
Shropshire
,
dressed
much
as
we
had
seen
him
last
,
but
so
changed
that
at
first
I
recognized
no
likeness
in
his
colourless
face
to
what
I
recollected
.
He
had
been
still
writing
in
his
hiding
-
place
,
and
still
dwelling
on
his
grievances
,
hour
after
hour
.
A
table
and
some
shelves
were
covered
with
manuscript
papers
and
with
worn
pens
and
a
medley
of
such
tokens
.
Touchingly
and
awfully
drawn
together
,
he
and
the
little
mad
woman
were
side
by
side
and
,
as
it
were
,
alone
.
She
sat
on
a
chair
holding
his
hand
,
and
none
of
us
went
close
to
them
.
His
voice
had
faded
,
with
the
old
expression
of
his
face
,
with
his
strength
,
with
his
anger
,
with
his
resistance
to
the
wrongs
that
had
at
last
subdued
him
.
The
faintest
shadow
of
an
object
full
of
form
and
colour
is
such
a
picture
of
it
as
he
was
of
the
man
from
Shropshire
whom
we
had
spoken
with
before
.
He
inclined
his
head
to
Richard
and
me
and
spoke
to
my
guardian
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
it
is
very
kind
of
you
to
come
to
see
me
.
I
am
not
long
to
be
seen
,
I
think
.
I
am
very
glad
to
take
your
hand
,
sir
.
You
are
a
good
man
,
superior
to
injustice
,
and
God
knows
I
honour
you
.
"
They
shook
hands
earnestly
,
and
my
guardian
said
some
words
of
comfort
to
him
.
"
It
may
seem
strange
to
you
,
sir
,
"
returned
Gridley
;
"
I
should
not
have
liked
to
see
you
if
this
had
been
the
first
time
of
our
meeting
.
But
you
know
I
made
a
fight
for
it
,
you
know
I
stood
up
with
my
single
hand
against
them
all
,
you
know
I
told
them
the
truth
to
the
last
,
and
told
them
what
they
were
,
and
what
they
had
done
to
me
;
so
I
don
’
t
mind
your
seeing
me
,
this
wreck
.
"
"
You
have
been
courageous
with
them
many
and
many
a
time
,
"
returned
my
guardian
.
"
Sir
,
I
have
been
,
"
with
a
faint
smile
.
"
I
told
you
what
would
come
of
it
when
I
ceased
to
be
so
,
and
see
here
!
Look
at
us
—
look
at
us
!
"
He
drew
the
hand
Miss
Flite
held
through
her
arm
and
brought
her
something
nearer
to
him
.
"
This
ends
it
.
Of
all
my
old
associations
,
of
all
my
old
pursuits
and
hopes
,
of
all
the
living
and
the
dead
world
,
this
one
poor
soul
alone
comes
natural
to
me
,
and
I
am
fit
for
.
There
is
a
tie
of
many
suffering
years
between
us
two
,
and
it
is
the
only
tie
I
ever
had
on
earth
that
Chancery
has
not
broken
.
"
"
Accept
my
blessing
,
Gridley
,
"
said
Miss
Flite
in
tears
.
"
Accept
my
blessing
!
"
"
I
thought
,
boastfully
,
that
they
never
could
break
my
heart
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
I
was
resolved
that
they
should
not
.
I
did
believe
that
I
could
,
and
would
,
charge
them
with
being
the
mockery
they
were
until
I
died
of
some
bodily
disorder
.
But
I
am
worn
out
.
How
long
I
have
been
wearing
out
,
I
don
’
t
know
;
I
seemed
to
break
down
in
an
hour
.
I
hope
they
may
never
come
to
hear
of
it
.
I
hope
everybody
here
will
lead
them
to
believe
that
I
died
defying
them
,
consistently
and
perseveringly
,
as
I
did
through
so
many
years
.
"
Here
Mr
.
Bucket
,
who
was
sitting
in
a
corner
by
the
door
,
good
-
naturedly
offered
such
consolation
as
he
could
administer
.
"
Come
,
come
!
"
he
said
from
his
corner
.
"
Don
’
t
go
on
in
that
way
,
Mr
.
Gridley
.
You
are
only
a
little
low
.
We
are
all
of
us
a
little
low
sometimes
.
I
am
.
Hold
up
,
hold
up
!
You
’
ll
lose
your
temper
with
the
whole
round
of
’
em
,
again
and
again
;
and
I
shall
take
you
on
a
score
of
warrants
yet
,
if
I
have
luck
.
"
He
only
shook
his
head
.
"
Don
’
t
shake
your
head
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Nod
it
;
that
’
s
what
I
want
to
see
you
do
.
Why
,
Lord
bless
your
soul
,
what
times
we
have
had
together
!
Haven
’
t
I
seen
you
in
the
Fleet
over
and
over
again
for
contempt
?
Haven
’
t
I
come
into
court
,
twenty
afternoons
for
no
other
purpose
than
to
see
you
pin
the
Chancellor
like
a
bull
-
dog
?
Don
’
t
you
remember
when
you
first
began
to
threaten
the
lawyers
,
and
the
peace
was
sworn
against
you
two
or
three
times
a
week
?
Ask
the
little
old
lady
there
;
she
has
been
always
present
.
Hold
up
,
Mr
.
Gridley
,
hold
up
,
sir
!
"
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
about
him
?
"
asked
George
in
a
low
voice
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
yet
,
"
said
Bucket
in
the
same
tone
.
Then
resuming
his
encouragement
,
he
pursued
aloud
:
"
Worn
out
,
Mr
.
Gridley
?
After
dodging
me
for
all
these
weeks
and
forcing
me
to
climb
the
roof
here
like
a
tom
cat
and
to
come
to
see
you
as
a
doctor
?
That
ain
’
t
like
being
worn
out
.
I
should
think
not
!
Now
I
tell
you
what
you
want
.
You
want
excitement
,
you
know
,
to
keep
YOU
up
;
that
’
s
what
YOU
want
.
You
’
re
used
to
it
,
and
you
can
’
t
do
without
it
.
I
couldn
’
t
myself
.
Very
well
,
then
;
here
’
s
this
warrant
got
by
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
of
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
,
and
backed
into
half
-
a
-
dozen
counties
since
.
What
do
you
say
to
coming
along
with
me
,
upon
this
warrant
,
and
having
a
good
angry
argument
before
the
magistrates
?
It
’
ll
do
you
good
;
it
’
ll
freshen
you
up
and
get
you
into
training
for
another
turn
at
the
Chancellor
.
Give
in
?
Why
,
I
am
surprised
to
hear
a
man
of
your
energy
talk
of
giving
in
.
You
mustn
’
t
do
that
.
You
’
re
half
the
fun
of
the
fair
in
the
Court
of
Chancery
.
George
,
you
lend
Mr
.
Gridley
a
hand
,
and
let
’
s
see
now
whether
he
won
’
t
be
better
up
than
down
"
"
He
is
very
weak
,
"
said
the
trooper
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Is
he
?
"
returned
Bucket
anxiously
.
"
I
only
want
to
rouse
him
.
I
don
’
t
like
to
see
an
old
acquaintance
giving
in
like
this
.
It
would
cheer
him
up
more
than
anything
if
I
could
make
him
a
little
waxy
with
me
.
He
’
s
welcome
to
drop
into
me
,
right
and
left
,
if
he
likes
.
I
shall
never
take
advantage
of
it
.
"
The
roof
rang
with
a
scream
from
Miss
Flite
,
which
still
rings
in
my
ears
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
Gridley
!
"
she
cried
as
he
fell
heavily
and
calmly
back
from
before
her
.
"
Not
without
my
blessing
.
After
so
many
years
!
"
The
sun
was
down
,
the
light
had
gradually
stolen
from
the
roof
,
and
the
shadow
had
crept
upward
.
But
to
me
the
shadow
of
that
pair
,
one
living
and
one
dead
,
fell
heavier
on
Richard
’
s
departure
than
the
darkness
of
the
darkest
night
.
And
through
Richard
’
s
farewell
words
I
heard
it
echoed
:
"
Of
all
my
old
associations
,
of
all
my
old
pursuits
and
hopes
,
of
all
the
living
and
the
dead
world
,
this
one
poor
soul
alone
comes
natural
to
me
,
and
I
am
fit
for
.
There
is
a
tie
of
many
suffering
years
between
us
two
,
and
it
is
the
only
tie
I
ever
had
on
earth
that
Chancery
has
not
broken
!
"
There
is
disquietude
in
Cook
’
s
Court
,
Cursitor
Street
.
Black
suspicion
hides
in
that
peaceful
region
.
The
mass
of
Cook
’
s
Courtiers
are
in
their
usual
state
of
mind
,
no
better
and
no
worse
;
but
Mr
.
Snagsby
is
changed
,
and
his
little
woman
knows
it
.
For
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
and
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
persist
in
harnessing
themselves
,
a
pair
of
ungovernable
coursers
,
to
the
chariot
of
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
imagination
;
and
Mr
.
Bucket
drives
;
and
the
passengers
are
Jo
and
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
;
and
the
complete
equipage
whirls
though
the
law
-
stationery
business
at
wild
speed
all
round
the
clock
.
Even
in
the
little
front
kitchen
where
the
family
meals
are
taken
,
it
rattles
away
at
a
smoking
pace
from
the
dinner
-
table
,
when
Mr
.
Snagsby
pauses
in
carving
the
first
slice
of
the
leg
of
mutton
baked
with
potatoes
and
stares
at
the
kitchen
wall
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
cannot
make
out
what
it
is
that
he
has
had
to
do
with
.
Something
is
wrong
somewhere
,
but
what
something
,
what
may
come
of
it
,
to
whom
,
when
,
and
from
which
unthought
of
and
unheard
of
quarter
is
the
puzzle
of
his
life
.
His
remote
impressions
of
the
robes
and
coronets
,
the
stars
and
garters
,
that
sparkle
through
the
surface
-
dust
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
chambers
;
his
veneration
for
the
mysteries
presided
over
by
that
best
and
closest
of
his
customers
,
whom
all
the
Inns
of
Court
,
all
Chancery
Lane
,
and
all
the
legal
neighbourhood
agree
to
hold
in
awe
;
his
remembrance
of
Detective
Mr
.
Bucket
with
his
forefinger
and
his
confidential
manner
,
impossible
to
be
evaded
or
declined
,
persuade
him
that
he
is
a
party
to
some
dangerous
secret
without
knowing
what
it
is
.
