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Richard
had
been
gone
away
some
time
when
a
visitor
came
to
pass
a
few
days
with
us
.
It
was
an
elderly
lady
.
It
was
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
,
who
,
having
come
from
Wales
to
stay
with
Mrs
.
Bayham
Badger
and
having
written
to
my
guardian
,
"
by
her
son
Allan
’
s
desire
,
"
to
report
that
she
had
heard
from
him
and
that
he
was
well
"
and
sent
his
kind
remembrances
to
all
of
us
,
"
had
been
invited
by
my
guardian
to
make
a
visit
to
Bleak
House
.
She
stayed
with
us
nearly
three
weeks
.
She
took
very
kindly
to
me
and
was
extremely
confidential
,
so
much
so
that
sometimes
she
almost
made
me
uncomfortable
.
I
had
no
right
,
I
knew
very
well
,
to
be
uncomfortable
because
she
confided
in
me
,
and
I
felt
it
was
unreasonable
;
still
,
with
all
I
could
do
,
I
could
not
quite
help
it
.
She
was
such
a
sharp
little
lady
and
used
to
sit
with
her
hands
folded
in
each
other
looking
so
very
watchful
while
she
talked
to
me
that
perhaps
I
found
that
rather
irksome
.
Or
perhaps
it
was
her
being
so
upright
and
trim
,
though
I
don
’
t
think
it
was
that
,
because
I
thought
that
quaintly
pleasant
.
Nor
can
it
have
been
the
general
expression
of
her
face
,
which
was
very
sparkling
and
pretty
for
an
old
lady
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
was
.
Or
at
least
if
I
do
now
,
I
thought
I
did
not
then
.
Or
at
least
—
but
it
don
’
t
matter
.
Of
a
night
when
I
was
going
upstairs
to
bed
,
she
would
invite
me
into
her
room
,
where
she
sat
before
the
fire
in
a
great
chair
;
and
,
dear
me
,
she
would
tell
me
about
Morgan
ap
-
Kerrig
until
I
was
quite
low
-
spirited
!
Sometimes
she
recited
a
few
verses
from
Crumlinwallinwer
and
the
Mewlinnwillinwodd
(
if
those
are
the
right
names
,
which
I
dare
say
they
are
not
)
,
and
would
become
quite
fiery
with
the
sentiments
they
expressed
.
Though
I
never
knew
what
they
were
(
being
in
Welsh
)
,
further
than
that
they
were
highly
eulogistic
of
the
lineage
of
Morgan
ap
-
Kerrig
.
"
So
,
Miss
Summerson
,
"
she
would
say
to
me
with
stately
triumph
,
"
this
,
you
see
,
is
the
fortune
inherited
by
my
son
.
Wherever
my
son
goes
,
he
can
claim
kindred
with
Ap
-
Kerrig
.
He
may
not
have
money
,
but
he
always
has
what
is
much
better
—
family
,
my
dear
.
"
I
had
my
doubts
of
their
caring
so
very
much
for
Morgan
ap
-
Kerrig
in
India
and
China
,
but
of
course
I
never
expressed
them
.
I
used
to
say
it
was
a
great
thing
to
be
so
highly
connected
.
"
It
IS
,
my
dear
,
a
great
thing
,
"
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
would
reply
.
"
It
has
its
disadvantages
;
my
son
’
s
choice
of
a
wife
,
for
instance
,
is
limited
by
it
,
but
the
matrimonial
choice
of
the
royal
family
is
limited
in
much
the
same
manner
.
"
Then
she
would
pat
me
on
the
arm
and
smooth
my
dress
,
as
much
as
to
assure
me
that
she
had
a
good
opinion
of
me
,
the
distance
between
us
notwithstanding
.
"
Poor
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
my
dear
,
"
she
would
say
,
and
always
with
some
emotion
,
for
with
her
lofty
pedigree
she
had
a
very
affectionate
heart
,
"
was
descended
from
a
great
Highland
family
,
the
MacCoorts
of
MacCoort
.
He
served
his
king
and
country
as
an
officer
in
the
Royal
Highlanders
,
and
he
died
on
the
field
.
My
son
is
one
of
the
last
representatives
of
two
old
families
.
With
the
blessing
of
heaven
he
will
set
them
up
again
and
unite
them
with
another
old
family
.
"
It
was
in
vain
for
me
to
try
to
change
the
subject
,
as
I
used
to
try
,
only
for
the
sake
of
novelty
or
perhaps
because
—
but
I
need
not
be
so
particular
.
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
never
would
let
me
change
it
.
"
My
dear
,
"
she
said
one
night
,
"
you
have
so
much
sense
and
you
look
at
the
world
in
a
quiet
manner
so
superior
to
your
time
of
life
that
it
is
a
comfort
to
me
to
talk
to
you
about
these
family
matters
of
mine
.
You
don
’
t
know
much
of
my
son
,
my
dear
;
but
you
know
enough
of
him
,
I
dare
say
,
to
recollect
him
?
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
I
recollect
him
.
"
"
Yes
,
my
dear
.
Now
,
my
dear
,
I
think
you
are
a
judge
of
character
,
and
I
should
like
to
have
your
opinion
of
him
.
"
"
Oh
,
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
,
"
said
I
,
"
that
is
so
difficult
!
"
"
Why
is
it
so
difficult
,
my
dear
?
"
she
returned
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
it
myself
.
"
"
To
give
an
opinion
—
"
"
On
so
slight
an
acquaintance
,
my
dear
.
THAT
’
S
true
.
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
that
,
because
Mr
.
Woodcourt
had
been
at
our
house
a
good
deal
altogether
and
had
become
quite
intimate
with
my
guardian
.
I
said
so
,
and
added
that
he
seemed
to
be
very
clever
in
his
profession
—
we
thought
—
and
that
his
kindness
and
gentleness
to
Miss
Flite
were
above
all
praise
.
"
You
do
him
justice
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
,
pressing
my
hand
.
"
You
define
him
exactly
.
Allan
is
a
dear
fellow
,
and
in
his
profession
faultless
.
I
say
it
,
though
I
am
his
mother
.
Still
,
I
must
confess
he
is
not
without
faults
,
love
.
"
"
None
of
us
are
,
"
said
I
.
"
Ah
!
But
his
really
are
faults
that
he
might
correct
,
and
ought
to
correct
,
"
returned
the
sharp
old
lady
,
sharply
shaking
her
head
.
"
I
am
so
much
attached
to
you
that
I
may
confide
in
you
,
my
dear
,
as
a
third
party
wholly
disinterested
,
that
he
is
fickleness
itself
.
"
I
said
I
should
have
thought
it
hardly
possible
that
he
could
have
been
otherwise
than
constant
to
his
profession
and
zealous
in
the
pursuit
of
it
,
judging
from
the
reputation
he
had
earned
.
"
You
are
right
again
,
my
dear
,
"
the
old
lady
retorted
,
"
but
I
don
’
t
refer
to
his
profession
,
look
you
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
I
.
"
No
,
"
said
she
.
"
I
refer
,
my
dear
,
to
his
social
conduct
.
He
is
always
paying
trivial
attentions
to
young
ladies
,
and
always
has
been
,
ever
since
he
was
eighteen
.
Now
,
my
dear
,
he
has
never
really
cared
for
any
one
of
them
and
has
never
meant
in
doing
this
to
do
any
harm
or
to
express
anything
but
politeness
and
good
nature
.
Still
,
it
’
s
not
right
,
you
know
;
is
it
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
I
,
as
she
seemed
to
wait
for
me
.
"
And
it
might
lead
to
mistaken
notions
,
you
see
,
my
dear
.
"
I
supposed
it
might
.
"
Therefore
,
I
have
told
him
many
times
that
he
really
should
be
more
careful
,
both
in
justice
to
himself
and
in
justice
to
others
.
And
he
has
always
said
,
’
Mother
,
I
will
be
;
but
you
know
me
better
than
anybody
else
does
,
and
you
know
I
mean
no
harm
—
in
short
,
mean
nothing
.
’
All
of
which
is
very
true
,
my
dear
,
but
is
no
justification
.
However
,
as
he
is
now
gone
so
far
away
and
for
an
indefinite
time
,
and
as
he
will
have
good
opportunities
and
introductions
,
we
may
consider
this
past
and
gone
.
And
you
,
my
dear
,
"
said
the
old
lady
,
who
was
now
all
nods
and
smiles
,
"
regarding
your
dear
self
,
my
love
?
"
"
Me
,
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
?
"
"
Not
to
be
always
selfish
,
talking
of
my
son
,
who
has
gone
to
seek
his
fortune
and
to
find
a
wife
—
when
do
you
mean
to
seek
YOUR
fortune
and
to
find
a
husband
,
Miss
Summerson
?
Hey
,
look
you
!
Now
you
blush
!
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
did
blush
—
at
all
events
,
it
was
not
important
if
I
did
—
and
I
said
my
present
fortune
perfectly
contented
me
and
I
had
no
wish
to
change
it
.
"
Shall
I
tell
you
what
I
always
think
of
you
and
the
fortune
yet
to
come
for
you
,
my
love
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
.
"
If
you
believe
you
are
a
good
prophet
,
"
said
I
.
"
Why
,
then
,
it
is
that
you
will
marry
some
one
very
rich
and
very
worthy
,
much
older
—
five
and
twenty
years
,
perhaps
—
than
yourself
.
And
you
will
be
an
excellent
wife
,
and
much
beloved
,
and
very
happy
.
"
"
That
is
a
good
fortune
,
"
said
I
.
"
But
why
is
it
to
be
mine
?
"
"
My
dear
,
"
she
returned
,
"
there
’
s
suitability
in
it
—
you
are
so
busy
,
and
so
neat
,
and
so
peculiarly
situated
altogether
that
there
’
s
suitability
in
it
,
and
it
will
come
to
pass
.
And
nobody
,
my
love
,
will
congratulate
you
more
sincerely
on
such
a
marriage
than
I
shall
.
"
It
was
curious
that
this
should
make
me
uncomfortable
,
but
I
think
it
did
.
I
know
it
did
.
It
made
me
for
some
part
of
that
night
uncomfortable
.
I
was
so
ashamed
of
my
folly
that
I
did
not
like
to
confess
it
even
to
Ada
,
and
that
made
me
more
uncomfortable
still
.
I
would
have
given
anything
not
to
have
been
so
much
in
the
bright
old
lady
’
s
confidence
if
I
could
have
possibly
declined
it
.
It
gave
me
the
most
inconsistent
opinions
of
her
.
At
one
time
I
thought
she
was
a
story
-
teller
,
and
at
another
time
that
she
was
the
pink
of
truth
.
Now
I
suspected
that
she
was
very
cunning
,
next
moment
I
believed
her
honest
Welsh
heart
to
be
perfectly
innocent
and
simple
.
And
after
all
,
what
did
it
matter
to
me
,
and
why
did
it
matter
to
me
?
Why
could
not
I
,
going
up
to
bed
with
my
basket
of
keys
,
stop
to
sit
down
by
her
fire
and
accommodate
myself
for
a
little
while
to
her
,
at
least
as
well
as
to
anybody
else
,
and
not
trouble
myself
about
the
harmless
things
she
said
to
me
?
Impelled
towards
her
,
as
I
certainly
was
,
for
I
was
very
anxious
that
she
should
like
me
and
was
very
glad
indeed
that
she
did
,
why
should
I
harp
afterwards
,
with
actual
distress
and
pain
,
on
every
word
she
said
and
weigh
it
over
and
over
again
in
twenty
scales
?
Why
was
it
so
worrying
to
me
to
have
her
in
our
house
,
and
confidential
to
me
every
night
,
when
I
yet
felt
that
it
was
better
and
safer
somehow
that
she
should
be
there
than
anywhere
else
?
These
were
perplexities
and
contradictions
that
I
could
not
account
for
.
At
least
,
if
I
could
—
but
I
shall
come
to
all
that
by
and
by
,
and
it
is
mere
idleness
to
go
on
about
it
now
.
So
when
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
went
away
,
I
was
sorry
to
lose
her
but
was
relieved
too
.
And
then
Caddy
Jellyby
came
down
,
and
Caddy
brought
such
a
packet
of
domestic
news
that
it
gave
us
abundant
occupation
.
First
Caddy
declared
(
and
would
at
first
declare
nothing
else
)
that
I
was
the
best
adviser
that
ever
was
known
.
This
,
my
pet
said
,
was
no
news
at
all
;
and
this
,
I
said
,
of
course
,
was
nonsense
.
Then
Caddy
told
us
that
she
was
going
to
be
married
in
a
month
and
that
if
Ada
and
I
would
be
her
bridesmaids
,
she
was
the
happiest
girl
in
the
world
.
To
be
sure
,
this
was
news
indeed
;
and
I
thought
we
never
should
have
done
talking
about
it
,
we
had
so
much
to
say
to
Caddy
,
and
Caddy
had
so
much
to
say
to
us
.
It
seemed
that
Caddy
’
s
unfortunate
papa
had
got
over
his
bankruptcy
—
"
gone
through
the
Gazette
,
"
was
the
expression
Caddy
used
,
as
if
it
were
a
tunnel
—
with
the
general
clemency
and
commiseration
of
his
creditors
,
and
had
got
rid
of
his
affairs
in
some
blessed
manner
without
succeeding
in
understanding
them
,
and
had
given
up
everything
he
possessed
(
which
was
not
worth
much
,
I
should
think
,
to
judge
from
the
state
of
the
furniture
)
,
and
had
satisfied
every
one
concerned
that
he
could
do
no
more
,
poor
man
.
So
,
he
had
been
honourably
dismissed
to
"
the
office
"
to
begin
the
world
again
.
What
he
did
at
the
office
,
I
never
knew
;
Caddy
said
he
was
a
"
custom
-
house
and
general
agent
,
"
and
the
only
thing
I
ever
understood
about
that
business
was
that
when
he
wanted
money
more
than
usual
he
went
to
the
docks
to
look
for
it
,
and
hardly
ever
found
it
.
As
soon
as
her
papa
had
tranquillized
his
mind
by
becoming
this
shorn
lamb
,
and
they
had
removed
to
a
furnished
lodging
in
Hatton
Garden
(
where
I
found
the
children
,
when
I
afterwards
went
there
,
cutting
the
horse
hair
out
of
the
seats
of
the
chairs
and
choking
themselves
with
it
)
,
Caddy
had
brought
about
a
meeting
between
him
and
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
;
and
poor
Mr
.
Jellyby
,
being
very
humble
and
meek
,
had
deferred
to
Mr
.
Turveydrop
’
s
deportment
so
submissively
that
they
had
become
excellent
friends
.
By
degrees
,
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
thus
familiarized
with
the
idea
of
his
son
’
s
marriage
,
had
worked
up
his
parental
feelings
to
the
height
of
contemplating
that
event
as
being
near
at
hand
and
had
given
his
gracious
consent
to
the
young
couple
commencing
housekeeping
at
the
academy
in
Newman
Street
when
they
would
.
"
And
your
papa
,
Caddy
.
What
did
he
say
?
"
"
Oh
!
Poor
Pa
,
"
said
Caddy
,
"
only
cried
and
said
he
hoped
we
might
get
on
better
than
he
and
Ma
had
got
on
.
He
didn
’
t
say
so
before
Prince
,
he
only
said
so
to
me
.
And
he
said
,
’
My
poor
girl
,
you
have
not
been
very
well
taught
how
to
make
a
home
for
your
husband
,
but
unless
you
mean
with
all
your
heart
to
strive
to
do
it
,
you
had
better
murder
him
than
marry
him
—
if
you
really
love
him
.
’
"
"
And
how
did
you
reassure
him
,
Caddy
?
"
"
Why
,
it
was
very
distressing
,
you
know
,
to
see
poor
Pa
so
low
and
hear
him
say
such
terrible
things
,
and
I
couldn
’
t
help
crying
myself
.
But
I
told
him
that
I
DID
mean
it
with
all
my
heart
and
that
I
hoped
our
house
would
be
a
place
for
him
to
come
and
find
some
comfort
in
of
an
evening
and
that
I
hoped
and
thought
I
could
be
a
better
daughter
to
him
there
than
at
home
.
Then
I
mentioned
Peepy
’
s
coming
to
stay
with
me
,
and
then
Pa
began
to
cry
again
and
said
the
children
were
Indians
.
"
"
Indians
,
Caddy
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Caddy
,
"
wild
Indians
.
And
Pa
said
"
—
here
she
began
to
sob
,
poor
girl
,
not
at
all
like
the
happiest
girl
in
the
world
—
"
that
he
was
sensible
the
best
thing
that
could
happen
to
them
was
their
being
all
tomahawked
together
.
"
Ada
suggested
that
it
was
comfortable
to
know
that
Mr
.
Jellyby
did
not
mean
these
destructive
sentiments
.
"
No
,
of
course
I
know
Pa
wouldn
’
t
like
his
family
to
be
weltering
in
their
blood
,
"
said
Caddy
,
"
but
he
means
that
they
are
very
unfortunate
in
being
Ma
’
s
children
and
that
he
is
very
unfortunate
in
being
Ma
’
s
husband
;
and
I
am
sure
that
’
s
true
,
though
it
seems
unnatural
to
say
so
.
"
I
asked
Caddy
if
Mrs
.
Jellyby
knew
that
her
wedding
-
day
was
fixed
.
"
Oh
!
You
know
what
Ma
is
,
Esther
,
"
she
returned
.
"
It
’
s
impossible
to
say
whether
she
knows
it
or
not
.
She
has
been
told
it
often
enough
;
and
when
she
IS
told
it
,
she
only
gives
me
a
placid
look
,
as
if
I
was
I
don
’
t
know
what
—
a
steeple
in
the
distance
,
"
said
Caddy
with
a
sudden
idea
;
"
and
then
she
shakes
her
head
and
says
’
Oh
,
Caddy
,
Caddy
,
what
a
tease
you
are
!
’
and
goes
on
with
the
Borrioboola
letters
.
"
"
And
about
your
wardrobe
,
Caddy
?
"
said
I
.
For
she
was
under
no
restraint
with
us
.
"
Well
,
my
dear
Esther
,
"
she
returned
,
drying
her
eyes
,
"
I
must
do
the
best
I
can
and
trust
to
my
dear
Prince
never
to
have
an
unkind
remembrance
of
my
coming
so
shabbily
to
him
.
If
the
question
concerned
an
outfit
for
Borrioboola
,
Ma
would
know
all
about
it
and
would
be
quite
excited
.
Being
what
it
is
,
she
neither
knows
nor
cares
.
"
Caddy
was
not
at
all
deficient
in
natural
affection
for
her
mother
,
but
mentioned
this
with
tears
as
an
undeniable
fact
,
which
I
am
afraid
it
was
.
We
were
sorry
for
the
poor
dear
girl
and
found
so
much
to
admire
in
the
good
disposition
which
had
survived
under
such
discouragement
that
we
both
at
once
(
I
mean
Ada
and
I
)
proposed
a
little
scheme
that
made
her
perfectly
joyful
.
This
was
her
staying
with
us
for
three
weeks
,
my
staying
with
her
for
one
,
and
our
all
three
contriving
and
cutting
out
,
and
repairing
,
and
sewing
,
and
saving
,
and
doing
the
very
best
we
could
think
of
to
make
the
most
of
her
stock
.
My
guardian
being
as
pleased
with
the
idea
as
Caddy
was
,
we
took
her
home
next
day
to
arrange
the
matter
and
brought
her
out
again
in
triumph
with
her
boxes
and
all
the
purchases
that
could
be
squeezed
out
of
a
ten
-
pound
note
,
which
Mr
.
Jellyby
had
found
in
the
docks
I
suppose
,
but
which
he
at
all
events
gave
her
.
What
my
guardian
would
not
have
given
her
if
we
had
encouraged
him
,
it
would
be
difficult
to
say
,
but
we
thought
it
right
to
compound
for
no
more
than
her
wedding
-
dress
and
bonnet
.
He
agreed
to
this
compromise
,
and
if
Caddy
had
ever
been
happy
in
her
life
,
she
was
happy
when
we
sat
down
to
work
.
