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Kenge
now
retired
,
and
Richard
with
him
,
to
where
I
was
,
near
the
door
,
leaving
my
pet
(
it
is
so
natural
to
me
that
again
I
can
’
t
help
it
!
)
sitting
near
the
Lord
Chancellor
,
with
whom
his
lordship
spoke
a
little
part
,
asking
her
,
as
she
told
me
afterwards
,
whether
she
had
well
reflected
on
the
proposed
arrangement
,
and
if
she
thought
she
would
be
happy
under
the
roof
of
Mr
.
Jarndyce
of
Bleak
House
,
and
why
she
thought
so
?
Presently
he
rose
courteously
and
released
her
,
and
then
he
spoke
for
a
minute
or
two
with
Richard
Carstone
,
not
seated
,
but
standing
,
and
altogether
with
more
ease
and
less
ceremony
,
as
if
he
still
knew
,
though
he
WAS
Lord
Chancellor
,
how
to
go
straight
to
the
candour
of
a
boy
.
"
Very
well
!
"
said
his
lordship
aloud
.
"
I
shall
make
the
order
.
Mr
.
Jarndyce
of
Bleak
House
has
chosen
,
so
far
as
I
may
judge
,
"
and
this
was
when
he
looked
at
me
,
"
a
very
good
companion
for
the
young
lady
,
and
the
arrangement
altogether
seems
the
best
of
which
the
circumstances
admit
.
"
He
dismissed
us
pleasantly
,
and
we
all
went
out
,
very
much
obliged
to
him
for
being
so
affable
and
polite
,
by
which
he
had
certainly
lost
no
dignity
but
seemed
to
us
to
have
gained
some
.
When
we
got
under
the
colonnade
,
Mr
.
Kenge
remembered
that
he
must
go
back
for
a
moment
to
ask
a
question
and
left
us
in
the
fog
,
with
the
Lord
Chancellor
’
s
carriage
and
servants
waiting
for
him
to
come
out
.
"
Well
!
"
said
Richard
Carstone
.
"
THAT
’
S
over
!
And
where
do
we
go
next
,
Miss
Summerson
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
know
?
"
I
said
.
"
Not
in
the
least
,
"
said
he
.
"
And
don
’
t
YOU
know
,
my
love
?
"
I
asked
Ada
.
"
No
!
"
said
she
.
"
Don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Not
at
all
!
"
said
I
.
We
looked
at
one
another
,
half
laughing
at
our
being
like
the
children
in
the
wood
,
when
a
curious
little
old
woman
in
a
squeezed
bonnet
and
carrying
a
reticule
came
curtsying
and
smiling
up
to
us
with
an
air
of
great
ceremony
.
"
Oh
!
"
said
she
.
"
The
wards
in
Jarndyce
!
Ve
-
ry
happy
,
I
am
sure
,
to
have
the
honour
!
It
is
a
good
omen
for
youth
,
and
hope
,
and
beauty
when
they
find
themselves
in
this
place
,
and
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
to
come
of
it
.
"
"
Mad
!
"
whispered
Richard
,
not
thinking
she
could
hear
him
.
"
Right
!
Mad
,
young
gentleman
,
"
she
returned
so
quickly
that
he
was
quite
abashed
.
"
I
was
a
ward
myself
.
I
was
not
mad
at
that
time
,
"
curtsying
low
and
smiling
between
every
little
sentence
.
"
I
had
youth
and
hope
.
I
believe
,
beauty
.
It
matters
very
little
now
.
Neither
of
the
three
served
or
saved
me
.
I
have
the
honour
to
attend
court
regularly
.
With
my
documents
.
I
expect
a
judgment
.
Shortly
.
On
the
Day
of
Judgment
.
I
have
discovered
that
the
sixth
seal
mentioned
in
the
Revelations
is
the
Great
Seal
.
It
has
been
open
a
long
time
!
Pray
accept
my
blessing
.
"
As
Ada
was
a
little
frightened
,
I
said
,
to
humour
the
poor
old
lady
,
that
we
were
much
obliged
to
her
.
"
Ye
-
es
!
"
she
said
mincingly
.
"
I
imagine
so
.
And
here
is
Conversation
Kenge
.
With
HIS
documents
!
How
does
your
honourable
worship
do
?
"
"
Quite
well
,
quite
well
!
Now
don
’
t
be
troublesome
,
that
’
s
a
good
soul
!
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
,
leading
the
way
back
.
"
By
no
means
,
"
said
the
poor
old
lady
,
keeping
up
with
Ada
and
me
.
"
Anything
but
troublesome
.
I
shall
confer
estates
on
both
—
which
is
not
being
troublesome
,
I
trust
?
I
expect
a
judgment
.
Shortly
.
On
the
Day
of
Judgment
This
is
a
good
omen
for
you
.
Accept
my
blessing
!
"
She
stopped
at
the
bottom
of
the
steep
,
broad
flight
of
stairs
;
but
we
looked
back
as
we
went
up
,
and
she
was
still
there
,
saying
,
still
with
a
curtsy
and
a
smile
between
every
little
sentence
,
"
Youth
.
And
hope
.
And
beauty
.
And
Chancery
.
And
Conversation
Kenge
!
Ha
!
Pray
accept
my
blessing
!
"
We
were
to
pass
the
night
,
Mr
.
Kenge
told
us
when
we
arrived
in
his
room
,
at
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
;
and
then
he
turned
to
me
and
said
he
took
it
for
granted
I
knew
who
Mrs
.
Jellyby
was
.
"
I
really
don
’
t
,
sir
,
"
I
returned
.
"
Perhaps
Mr
.
Carstone
—
or
Miss
Clare
—
"
But
no
,
they
knew
nothing
whatever
about
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
In
-
deed
!
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
,
standing
with
his
back
to
the
fire
and
casting
his
eyes
over
the
dusty
hearth
-
rug
as
if
it
were
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
biography
,
"
is
a
lady
of
very
remarkable
strength
of
character
who
devotes
herself
entirely
to
the
public
.
She
has
devoted
herself
to
an
extensive
variety
of
public
subjects
at
various
times
and
is
at
present
(
until
something
else
attracts
her
)
devoted
to
the
subject
of
Africa
,
with
a
view
to
the
general
cultivation
of
the
coffee
berry
—
AND
the
natives
—
and
the
happy
settlement
,
on
the
banks
of
the
African
rivers
,
of
our
superabundant
home
population
.
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
who
is
desirous
to
aid
any
work
that
is
considered
likely
to
be
a
good
work
and
who
is
much
sought
after
by
philanthropists
,
has
,
I
believe
,
a
very
high
opinion
of
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
Mr
.
Kenge
,
adjusting
his
cravat
,
then
looked
at
us
.
"
And
Mr
.
Jellyby
,
sir
?
"
suggested
Richard
.
"
Ah
!
Mr
.
Jellyby
,
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
,
"
is
—
a
—
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
can
describe
him
to
you
better
than
by
saying
that
he
is
the
husband
of
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
"
A
nonentity
,
sir
?
"
said
Richard
with
a
droll
look
.
"
I
don
’
t
say
that
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Kenge
gravely
.
"
I
can
’
t
say
that
,
indeed
,
for
I
know
nothing
whatever
OF
Mr
.
Jellyby
.
I
never
,
to
my
knowledge
,
had
the
pleasure
of
seeing
Mr
.
Jellyby
.
He
may
be
a
very
superior
man
,
but
he
is
,
so
to
speak
,
merged
—
merged
—
in
the
more
shining
qualities
of
his
wife
.
"
Mr
.
Kenge
proceeded
to
tell
us
that
as
the
road
to
Bleak
House
would
have
been
very
long
,
dark
,
and
tedious
on
such
an
evening
,
and
as
we
had
been
travelling
already
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
had
himself
proposed
this
arrangement
.
A
carriage
would
be
at
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
to
convey
us
out
of
town
early
in
the
forenoon
of
to
-
morrow
.
He
then
rang
a
little
bell
,
and
the
young
gentleman
came
in
.
Addressing
him
by
the
name
of
Guppy
,
Mr
.
Kenge
inquired
whether
Miss
Summerson
’
s
boxes
and
the
rest
of
the
baggage
had
been
"
sent
round
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
said
yes
,
they
had
been
sent
round
,
and
a
coach
was
waiting
to
take
us
round
too
as
soon
as
we
pleased
.
"
Then
it
only
remains
,
"
said
Mr
.
Kenge
,
shaking
hands
with
us
,
"
for
me
to
express
my
lively
satisfaction
in
(
good
day
,
Miss
Clare
!
)
the
arrangement
this
day
concluded
and
my
(
GOOD
-
bye
to
you
,
Miss
Summerson
!
)
lively
hope
that
it
will
conduce
to
the
happiness
,
the
(
glad
to
have
had
the
honour
of
making
your
acquaintance
,
Mr
.
Carstone
!
)
welfare
,
the
advantage
in
all
points
of
view
,
of
all
concerned
!
Guppy
,
see
the
party
safely
there
.
"
"
Where
IS
’
there
,
’
Mr
.
Guppy
?
"
said
Richard
as
we
went
downstairs
.
"
No
distance
,
"
said
Mr
.
Guppy
;
"
round
in
Thavies
Inn
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
say
I
know
where
it
is
,
for
I
come
from
Winchester
and
am
strange
in
London
.
"
"
Only
round
the
corner
,
"
said
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
We
just
twist
up
Chancery
Lane
,
and
cut
along
Holborn
,
and
there
we
are
in
four
minutes
’
time
,
as
near
as
a
toucher
.
This
is
about
a
London
particular
NOW
,
ain
’
t
it
,
miss
?
"
He
seemed
quite
delighted
with
it
on
my
account
.
"
The
fog
is
very
dense
indeed
!
"
said
I
.
"
Not
that
it
affects
you
,
though
,
I
’
m
sure
,
"
said
Mr
.
Guppy
,
putting
up
the
steps
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
it
seems
to
do
you
good
,
miss
,
judging
from
your
appearance
.
"
I
knew
he
meant
well
in
paying
me
this
compliment
,
so
I
laughed
at
myself
for
blushing
at
it
when
he
had
shut
the
door
and
got
upon
the
box
;
and
we
all
three
laughed
and
chatted
about
our
inexperience
and
the
strangeness
of
London
until
we
turned
up
under
an
archway
to
our
destination
—
a
narrow
street
of
high
houses
like
an
oblong
cistern
to
hold
the
fog
.
There
was
a
confused
little
crowd
of
people
,
principally
children
,
gathered
about
the
house
at
which
we
stopped
,
which
had
a
tarnished
brass
plate
on
the
door
with
the
inscription
JELLYBY
.
"
Don
’
t
be
frightened
!
"
said
Mr
.
Guppy
,
looking
in
at
the
coach
-
window
.
"
One
of
the
young
Jellybys
been
and
got
his
head
through
the
area
railings
!
"
"
Oh
,
poor
child
,
"
said
I
;
"
let
me
out
,
if
you
please
!
"
"
Pray
be
careful
of
yourself
,
miss
.
The
young
Jellybys
are
always
up
to
something
,
"
said
Mr
.
Guppy
.
I
made
my
way
to
the
poor
child
,
who
was
one
of
the
dirtiest
little
unfortunates
I
ever
saw
,
and
found
him
very
hot
and
frightened
and
crying
loudly
,
fixed
by
the
neck
between
two
iron
railings
,
while
a
milkman
and
a
beadle
,
with
the
kindest
intentions
possible
,
were
endeavouring
to
drag
him
back
by
the
legs
,
under
a
general
impression
that
his
skull
was
compressible
by
those
means
.
As
I
found
(
after
pacifying
him
)
that
he
was
a
little
boy
with
a
naturally
large
head
,
I
thought
that
perhaps
where
his
head
could
go
,
his
body
could
follow
,
and
mentioned
that
the
best
mode
of
extrication
might
be
to
push
him
forward
.
This
was
so
favourably
received
by
the
milkman
and
beadle
that
he
would
immediately
have
been
pushed
into
the
area
if
I
had
not
held
his
pinafore
while
Richard
and
Mr
.
Guppy
ran
down
through
the
kitchen
to
catch
him
when
he
should
be
released
.
At
last
he
was
happily
got
down
without
any
accident
,
and
then
he
began
to
beat
Mr
.
Guppy
with
a
hoop
-
stick
in
quite
a
frantic
manner
.
Nobody
had
appeared
belonging
to
the
house
except
a
person
in
pattens
,
who
had
been
poking
at
the
child
from
below
with
a
broom
;
I
don
’
t
know
with
what
object
,
and
I
don
’
t
think
she
did
.
I
therefore
supposed
that
Mrs
.
Jellyby
was
not
at
home
,
and
was
quite
surprised
when
the
person
appeared
in
the
passage
without
the
pattens
,
and
going
up
to
the
back
room
on
the
first
floor
before
Ada
and
me
,
announced
us
as
,
"
Them
two
young
ladies
,
Missis
Jellyby
!
"
We
passed
several
more
children
on
the
way
up
,
whom
it
was
difficult
to
avoid
treading
on
in
the
dark
;
and
as
we
came
into
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
presence
,
one
of
the
poor
little
things
fell
downstairs
—
down
a
whole
flight
(
as
it
sounded
to
me
)
,
with
a
great
noise
.
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
whose
face
reflected
none
of
the
uneasiness
which
we
could
not
help
showing
in
our
own
faces
as
the
dear
child
’
s
head
recorded
its
passage
with
a
bump
on
every
stair
—
Richard
afterwards
said
he
counted
seven
,
besides
one
for
the
landing
—
received
us
with
perfect
equanimity
.
She
was
a
pretty
,
very
diminutive
,
plump
woman
of
from
forty
to
fifty
,
with
handsome
eyes
,
though
they
had
a
curious
habit
of
seeming
to
look
a
long
way
off
.
As
if
—
I
am
quoting
Richard
again
—
they
could
see
nothing
nearer
than
Africa
!
"
I
am
very
glad
indeed
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
in
an
agreeable
voice
,
"
to
have
the
pleasure
of
receiving
you
.
I
have
a
great
respect
for
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
and
no
one
in
whom
he
is
interested
can
be
an
object
of
indifference
to
me
.
"
We
expressed
our
acknowledgments
and
sat
down
behind
the
door
,
where
there
was
a
lame
invalid
of
a
sofa
.
Mrs
.
Jellyby
had
very
good
hair
but
was
too
much
occupied
with
her
African
duties
to
brush
it
.
The
shawl
in
which
she
had
been
loosely
muffled
dropped
onto
her
chair
when
she
advanced
to
us
;
and
as
she
turned
to
resume
her
seat
,
we
could
not
help
noticing
that
her
dress
didn
’
t
nearly
meet
up
the
back
and
that
the
open
space
was
railed
across
with
a
lattice
-
work
of
stay
-
lace
—
like
a
summer
-
house
.
The
room
,
which
was
strewn
with
papers
and
nearly
filled
by
a
great
writing
-
table
covered
with
similar
litter
,
was
,
I
must
say
,
not
only
very
untidy
but
very
dirty
.
We
were
obliged
to
take
notice
of
that
with
our
sense
of
sight
,
even
while
,
with
our
sense
of
hearing
,
we
followed
the
poor
child
who
had
tumbled
downstairs
:
I
think
into
the
back
kitchen
,
where
somebody
seemed
to
stifle
him
.
But
what
principally
struck
us
was
a
jaded
and
unhealthy
-
looking
though
by
no
means
plain
girl
at
the
writing
-
table
,
who
sat
biting
the
feather
of
her
pen
and
staring
at
us
.
I
suppose
nobody
ever
was
in
such
a
state
of
ink
.
And
from
her
tumbled
hair
to
her
pretty
feet
,
which
were
disfigured
with
frayed
and
broken
satin
slippers
trodden
down
at
heel
,
she
really
seemed
to
have
no
article
of
dress
upon
her
,
from
a
pin
upwards
,
that
was
in
its
proper
condition
or
its
right
place
.
"
You
find
me
,
my
dears
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
snuffing
the
two
great
office
candles
in
tin
candlesticks
,
which
made
the
room
taste
strongly
of
hot
tallow
(
the
fire
had
gone
out
,
and
there
was
nothing
in
the
grate
but
ashes
,
a
bundle
of
wood
,
and
a
poker
)
,
"
you
find
me
,
my
dears
,
as
usual
,
very
busy
;
but
that
you
will
excuse
.
The
African
project
at
present
employs
my
whole
time
.
It
involves
me
in
correspondence
with
public
bodies
and
with
private
individuals
anxious
for
the
welfare
of
their
species
all
over
the
country
.
I
am
happy
to
say
it
is
advancing
.
We
hope
by
this
time
next
year
to
have
from
a
hundred
and
fifty
to
two
hundred
healthy
families
cultivating
coffee
and
educating
the
natives
of
Borrioboola
-
Gha
,
on
the
left
bank
of
the
Niger
.
"
As
Ada
said
nothing
,
but
looked
at
me
,
I
said
it
must
be
very
gratifying
.
"
It
IS
gratifying
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
It
involves
the
devotion
of
all
my
energies
,
such
as
they
are
;
but
that
is
nothing
,
so
that
it
succeeds
;
and
I
am
more
confident
of
success
every
day
.
Do
you
know
,
Miss
Summerson
,
I
almost
wonder
that
YOU
never
turned
your
thoughts
to
Africa
.
"
This
application
of
the
subject
was
really
so
unexpected
to
me
that
I
was
quite
at
a
loss
how
to
receive
it
.
I
hinted
that
the
climate
—
"
The
finest
climate
in
the
world
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
Indeed
,
ma
’
am
?
"
"
Certainly
.
With
precaution
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
You
may
go
into
Holborn
,
without
precaution
,
and
be
run
over
.
You
may
go
into
Holborn
,
with
precaution
,
and
never
be
run
over
.
Just
so
with
Africa
.
"
I
said
,
"
No
doubt
.
"
I
meant
as
to
Holborn
.
"
If
you
would
like
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
putting
a
number
of
papers
towards
us
,
"
to
look
over
some
remarks
on
that
head
,
and
on
the
general
subject
,
which
have
been
extensively
circulated
,
while
I
finish
a
letter
I
am
now
dictating
to
my
eldest
daughter
,
who
is
my
amanuensis
—
"
The
girl
at
the
table
left
off
biting
her
pen
and
made
a
return
to
our
recognition
,
which
was
half
bashful
and
half
sulky
.
"
—
I
shall
then
have
finished
for
the
present
,
"
proceeded
Mrs
.
Jellyby
with
a
sweet
smile
,
"
though
my
work
is
never
done
.
Where
are
you
,
Caddy
?
"
"
’
Presents
her
compliments
to
Mr
.
Swallow
,
and
begs
—
’
"
said
Caddy
.
"
’
And
begs
,
’
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
dictating
,
"
’
to
inform
him
,
in
reference
to
his
letter
of
inquiry
on
the
African
project
—
’
No
,
Peepy
!
Not
on
my
account
!
"
Peepy
(
so
self
-
named
)
was
the
unfortunate
child
who
had
fallen
downstairs
,
who
now
interrupted
the
correspondence
by
presenting
himself
,
with
a
strip
of
plaster
on
his
forehead
,
to
exhibit
his
wounded
knees
,
in
which
Ada
and
I
did
not
know
which
to
pity
most
—
the
bruises
or
the
dirt
.
Mrs
.
Jellyby
merely
added
,
with
the
serene
composure
with
which
she
said
everything
,
"
Go
along
,
you
naughty
Peepy
!
"
and
fixed
her
fine
eyes
on
Africa
again
.
However
,
as
she
at
once
proceeded
with
her
dictation
,
and
as
I
interrupted
nothing
by
doing
it
,
I
ventured
quietly
to
stop
poor
Peepy
as
he
was
going
out
and
to
take
him
up
to
nurse
.
