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Snagsby
,
"
and
I
find
it
sinking
to
the
spirits
.
"
"
By
George
!
I
find
it
gives
me
the
horrors
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Weevle
.
"
Then
,
you
see
,
you
live
in
a
lonesome
way
,
and
in
a
lonesome
room
,
with
a
black
circumstance
hanging
over
it
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
looking
in
past
the
other
’
s
shoulder
along
the
dark
passage
and
then
falling
back
a
step
to
look
up
at
the
house
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
live
in
that
room
alone
,
as
you
do
,
sir
.
I
should
get
so
fidgety
and
worried
of
an
evening
,
sometimes
,
that
I
should
be
driven
to
come
to
the
door
and
stand
here
sooner
than
sit
there
.
But
then
it
’
s
very
true
that
you
didn
’
t
see
,
in
your
room
,
what
I
saw
there
.
That
makes
a
difference
.
"
"
I
know
quite
enough
about
it
,
"
returns
Tony
.
"
It
’
s
not
agreeable
,
is
it
?
"
pursues
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
coughing
his
cough
of
mild
persuasion
behind
his
hand
.
"
Mr
.
Krook
ought
to
consider
it
in
the
rent
.
I
hope
he
does
,
I
am
sure
.
"
"
I
hope
he
does
,
"
says
Tony
.
"
But
I
doubt
it
.
"
"
You
find
the
rent
too
high
,
do
you
,
sir
?
"
returns
the
stationer
.
"
Rents
ARE
high
about
here
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
is
exactly
,
but
the
law
seems
to
put
things
up
in
price
.
Not
,
"
adds
Mr
.
Snagsby
with
his
apologetic
cough
,
"
that
I
mean
to
say
a
word
against
the
profession
I
get
my
living
by
.
"
Mr
.
Weevle
again
glances
up
and
down
the
court
and
then
looks
at
the
stationer
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
blankly
catching
his
eye
,
looks
upward
for
a
star
or
so
and
coughs
a
cough
expressive
of
not
exactly
seeing
his
way
out
of
this
conversation
.
"
It
’
s
a
curious
fact
,
sir
,
"
he
observes
,
slowly
rubbing
his
hands
,
"
that
he
should
have
been
—
"
"
Who
’
s
he
?
"
interrupts
Mr
.
Weevle
.
"
The
deceased
,
you
know
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
twitching
his
head
and
right
eyebrow
towards
the
staircase
and
tapping
his
acquaintance
on
the
button
.
"
Ah
,
to
be
sure
!
"
returns
the
other
as
if
he
were
not
over
-
fond
of
the
subject
.
"
I
thought
we
had
done
with
him
.
"
"
I
was
only
going
to
say
it
’
s
a
curious
fact
,
sir
,
that
he
should
have
come
and
lived
here
,
and
been
one
of
my
writers
,
and
then
that
you
should
come
and
live
here
,
and
be
one
of
my
writers
too
.
Which
there
is
nothing
derogatory
,
but
far
from
it
in
the
appellation
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
breaking
off
with
a
mistrust
that
he
may
have
unpolitely
asserted
a
kind
of
proprietorship
in
Mr
.
Weevle
,
"
because
I
have
known
writers
that
have
gone
into
brewers
’
houses
and
done
really
very
respectable
indeed
.
Eminently
respectable
,
sir
,
"
adds
Mr
.
Snagsby
with
a
misgiving
that
he
has
not
improved
the
matter
.
"
It
’
s
a
curious
coincidence
,
as
you
say
,
"
answers
Weevle
,
once
more
glancing
up
and
down
the
court
.
"
Seems
a
fate
in
it
,
don
’
t
there
?
"
suggests
the
stationer
.
"
There
does
.
"
"
Just
so
,
"
observes
the
stationer
with
his
confirmatory
cough
.
"
Quite
a
fate
in
it
.
Quite
a
fate
.
Well
,
Mr
.
Weevle
,
I
am
afraid
I
must
bid
you
good
night
"
—
Mr
.
Snagsby
speaks
as
if
it
made
him
desolate
to
go
,
though
he
has
been
casting
about
for
any
means
of
escape
ever
since
he
stopped
to
speak
—
"
my
little
woman
will
be
looking
for
me
else
.
Good
night
,
sir
!
"
If
Mr
.
Snagsby
hastens
home
to
save
his
little
woman
the
trouble
of
looking
for
him
,
he
might
set
his
mind
at
rest
on
that
score
.
His
little
woman
has
had
her
eye
upon
him
round
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
all
this
time
and
now
glides
after
him
with
a
pocket
handkerchief
wrapped
over
her
head
,
honouring
Mr
.
Weevle
and
his
doorway
with
a
searching
glance
as
she
goes
past
.
"
You
’
ll
know
me
again
,
ma
’
am
,
at
all
events
,
"
says
Mr
.
Weevle
to
himself
;
"
and
I
can
’
t
compliment
you
on
your
appearance
,
whoever
you
are
,
with
your
head
tied
up
in
a
bundle
.
Is
this
fellow
NEVER
coming
!
"
This
fellow
approaches
as
he
speaks
.
Mr
.
Weevle
softly
holds
up
his
finger
,
and
draws
him
into
the
passage
,
and
closes
the
street
door
.
Then
they
go
upstairs
,
Mr
.
Weevle
heavily
,
and
Mr
.
Guppy
(
for
it
is
he
)
very
lightly
indeed
.
When
they
are
shut
into
the
back
room
,
they
speak
low
.
"
I
thought
you
had
gone
to
Jericho
at
least
instead
of
coming
here
,
"
says
Tony
.
"
Why
,
I
said
about
ten
.
"
"
You
said
about
ten
,
"
Tony
repeats
.
"
Yes
,
so
you
did
say
about
ten
.
But
according
to
my
count
,
it
’
s
ten
times
ten
—
it
’
s
a
hundred
o
’
clock
.
I
never
had
such
a
night
in
my
life
!
"
"
What
has
been
the
matter
?
"
"
That
’
s
it
!
"
says
Tony
.
"
Nothing
has
been
the
matter
.
But
here
have
I
been
stewing
and
fuming
in
this
jolly
old
crib
till
I
have
had
the
horrors
falling
on
me
as
thick
as
hail
.
THERE
’
S
a
blessed
-
looking
candle
!
"
says
Tony
,
pointing
to
the
heavily
burning
taper
on
his
table
with
a
great
cabbage
head
and
a
long
winding
-
sheet
.
"
That
’
s
easily
improved
,
"
Mr
.
Guppy
observes
as
he
takes
the
snuffers
in
hand
.
"
IS
it
?
"
returns
his
friend
.
"
Not
so
easily
as
you
think
.
It
has
been
smouldering
like
that
ever
since
it
was
lighted
.
"
"
Why
,
what
’
s
the
matter
with
you
,
Tony
?
"
inquires
Mr
.
Guppy
,
looking
at
him
,
snuffers
in
hand
,
as
he
sits
down
with
his
elbow
on
the
table
.
"
William
Guppy
,
"
replies
the
other
,
"
I
am
in
the
downs
.
It
’
s
this
unbearably
dull
,
suicidal
room
—
and
old
Boguey
downstairs
,
I
suppose
.
"
Mr
.
Weevle
moodily
pushes
the
snuffers
-
tray
from
him
with
his
elbow
,
leans
his
head
on
his
hand
,
puts
his
feet
on
the
fender
,
and
looks
at
the
fire
.
Mr
.
Guppy
,
observing
him
,
slightly
tosses
his
head
and
sits
down
on
the
other
side
of
the
table
in
an
easy
attitude
.
"
Wasn
’
t
that
Snagsby
talking
to
you
,
Tony
?
"
"
Yes
,
and
he
—
yes
,
it
was
Snagsby
,
"
said
Mr
.
Weevle
,
altering
the
construction
of
his
sentence
.
"
On
business
?
"
"
No
.
No
business
.
He
was
only
sauntering
by
and
stopped
to
prose
.
"
"
I
thought
it
was
Snagsby
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
"
and
thought
it
as
well
that
he
shouldn
’
t
see
me
,
so
I
waited
till
he
was
gone
.
"
"
There
we
go
again
,
William
G
.
!
"
cried
Tony
,
looking
up
for
an
instant
.
"
So
mysterious
and
secret
!
By
George
,
if
we
were
going
to
commit
a
murder
,
we
couldn
’
t
have
more
mystery
about
it
!
"
Mr
.
Guppy
affects
to
smile
,
and
with
the
view
of
changing
the
conversation
,
looks
with
an
admiration
,
real
or
pretended
,
round
the
room
at
the
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
,
terminating
his
survey
with
the
portrait
of
Lady
Dedlock
over
the
mantelshelf
,
in
which
she
is
represented
on
a
terrace
,
with
a
pedestal
upon
the
terrace
,
and
a
vase
upon
the
pedestal
,
and
her
shawl
upon
the
vase
,
and
a
prodigious
piece
of
fur
upon
the
shawl
,
and
her
arm
on
the
prodigious
piece
of
fur
,
and
a
bracelet
on
her
arm
.
"
That
’
s
very
like
Lady
Dedlock
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
It
’
s
a
speaking
likeness
.
"
"
I
wish
it
was
,
"
growls
Tony
,
without
changing
his
position
.
"
I
should
have
some
fashionable
conversation
,
here
,
then
.
"
Finding
by
this
time
that
his
friend
is
not
to
be
wheedled
into
a
more
sociable
humour
,
Mr
.
Guppy
puts
about
upon
the
ill
-
used
tack
and
remonstrates
with
him
.
"
Tony
,
"
says
he
,
"
I
can
make
allowances
for
lowness
of
spirits
,
for
no
man
knows
what
it
is
when
it
does
come
upon
a
man
better
than
I
do
,
and
no
man
perhaps
has
a
better
right
to
know
it
than
a
man
who
has
an
unrequited
image
imprinted
on
his
’
eart
.
But
there
are
bounds
to
these
things
when
an
unoffending
party
is
in
question
,
and
I
will
acknowledge
to
you
,
Tony
,
that
I
don
’
t
think
your
manner
on
the
present
occasion
is
hospitable
or
quite
gentlemanly
.
"
"
This
is
strong
language
,
William
Guppy
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Weevle
.
"
Sir
,
it
may
be
,
"
retorts
Mr
.
William
Guppy
,
"
but
I
feel
strongly
when
I
use
it
.
"
Mr
.
Weevle
admits
that
he
has
been
wrong
and
begs
Mr
.
William
Guppy
to
think
no
more
about
it
.
Mr
.
William
Guppy
,
however
,
having
got
the
advantage
,
cannot
quite
release
it
without
a
little
more
injured
remonstrance
.
"
No
!
Dash
it
,
Tony
,
"
says
that
gentleman
,
"
you
really
ought
to
be
careful
how
you
wound
the
feelings
of
a
man
who
has
an
unrequited
image
imprinted
on
his
’
eart
and
who
is
NOT
altogether
happy
in
those
chords
which
vibrate
to
the
tenderest
emotions
.
You
,
Tony
,
possess
in
yourself
all
that
is
calculated
to
charm
the
eye
and
allure
the
taste
.
It
is
not
—
happily
for
you
,
perhaps
,
and
I
may
wish
that
I
could
say
the
same
—
it
is
not
your
character
to
hover
around
one
flower
.
The
ole
garden
is
open
to
you
,
and
your
airy
pinions
carry
you
through
it
.
Still
,
Tony
,
far
be
it
from
me
,
I
am
sure
,
to
wound
even
your
feelings
without
a
cause
!
"
Tony
again
entreats
that
the
subject
may
be
no
longer
pursued
,
saying
emphatically
,
"
William
Guppy
,
drop
it
!
"
Mr
.
Guppy
acquiesces
,
with
the
reply
,
"
I
never
should
have
taken
it
up
,
Tony
,
of
my
own
accord
.
"
"
And
now
,
"
says
Tony
,
stirring
the
fire
,
"
touching
this
same
bundle
of
letters
.
Isn
’
t
it
an
extraordinary
thing
of
Krook
to
have
appointed
twelve
o
’
clock
to
-
night
to
hand
’
em
over
to
me
?
"
"
Very
.
What
did
he
do
it
for
?
"
"
What
does
he
do
anything
for
?
HE
don
’
t
know
.
Said
to
-
day
was
his
birthday
and
he
’
d
hand
’
em
over
to
-
night
at
twelve
o
’
clock
.
He
’
ll
have
drunk
himself
blind
by
that
time
.
He
has
been
at
it
all
day
.
"
"
He
hasn
’
t
forgotten
the
appointment
,
I
hope
?
"
"
Forgotten
?
Trust
him
for
that
.
He
never
forgets
anything
.
I
saw
him
to
-
night
,
about
eight
—
helped
him
to
shut
up
his
shop
—
and
he
had
got
the
letters
then
in
his
hairy
cap
.
He
pulled
it
off
and
showed
’
em
me
.
When
the
shop
was
closed
,
he
took
them
out
of
his
cap
,
hung
his
cap
on
the
chair
-
back
,
and
stood
turning
them
over
before
the
fire
.
I
heard
him
a
little
while
afterwards
,
through
the
floor
here
,
humming
like
the
wind
,
the
only
song
he
knows
—
about
Bibo
,
and
old
Charon
,
and
Bibo
being
drunk
when
he
died
,
or
something
or
other
.
He
has
been
as
quiet
since
as
an
old
rat
asleep
in
his
hole
.
"
"
And
you
are
to
go
down
at
twelve
?
"
"
At
twelve
.
And
as
I
tell
you
,
when
you
came
it
seemed
to
me
a
hundred
.
"
"
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
after
considering
a
little
with
his
legs
crossed
,
"
he
can
’
t
read
yet
,
can
he
?
"
"
Read
!
He
’
ll
never
read
.
He
can
make
all
the
letters
separately
,
and
he
knows
most
of
them
separately
when
he
sees
them
;
he
has
got
on
that
much
,
under
me
;
but
he
can
’
t
put
them
together
.
He
’
s
too
old
to
acquire
the
knack
of
it
now
—
and
too
drunk
.
"
"
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
uncrossing
and
recrossing
his
legs
,
"
how
do
you
suppose
he
spelt
out
that
name
of
Hawdon
?
"
"
He
never
spelt
it
out
.
You
know
what
a
curious
power
of
eye
he
has
and
how
he
has
been
used
to
employ
himself
in
copying
things
by
eye
alone
.
He
imitated
it
,
evidently
from
the
direction
of
a
letter
,
and
asked
me
what
it
meant
.
"
"
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
uncrossing
and
recrossing
his
legs
again
,
"
should
you
say
that
the
original
was
a
man
’
s
writing
or
a
woman
’
s
?
"
"
A
woman
’
s
.
Fifty
to
one
a
lady
’
s
—
slopes
a
good
deal
,
and
the
end
of
the
letter
’
n
,
’
long
and
hasty
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
has
been
biting
his
thumb
-
nail
during
this
dialogue
,
generally
changing
the
thumb
when
he
has
changed
the
cross
leg
.
As
he
is
going
to
do
so
again
,
he
happens
to
look
at
his
coat
-
sleeve
.
It
takes
his
attention
.
He
stares
at
it
,
aghast
.
"
Why
,
Tony
,
what
on
earth
is
going
on
in
this
house
to
-
night
?
Is
there
a
chimney
on
fire
?
"
"
Chimney
on
fire
!
"
"
Ah
!
"
returns
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
See
how
the
soot
’
s
falling
.
See
here
,
on
my
arm
!
See
again
,
on
the
table
here
!
Confound
the
stuff
,
it
won
’
t
blow
off
—
smears
like
black
fat
!
"
They
look
at
one
another
,
and
Tony
goes
listening
to
the
door
,
and
a
little
way
upstairs
,
and
a
little
way
downstairs
.
Comes
back
and
says
it
’
s
all
right
and
all
quiet
,
and
quotes
the
remark
he
lately
made
to
Mr
.
Snagsby
about
their
cooking
chops
at
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
.
"
And
it
was
then
,
"
resumes
Mr
.
Guppy
,
still
glancing
with
remarkable
aversion
at
the
coat
-
sleeve
,
as
they
pursue
their
conversation
before
the
fire
,
leaning
on
opposite
sides
of
the
table
,
with
their
heads
very
near
together
,
"
that
he
told
you
of
his
having
taken
the
bundle
of
letters
from
his
lodger
’
s
portmanteau
?
"
"
That
was
the
time
,
sir
,
"
answers
Tony
,
faintly
adjusting
his
whiskers
.
"
Whereupon
I
wrote
a
line
to
my
dear
boy
,
the
Honourable
William
Guppy
,
informing
him
of
the
appointment
for
to
-
night
and
advising
him
not
to
call
before
,
Boguey
being
a
slyboots
.
"
The
light
vivacious
tone
of
fashionable
life
which
is
usually
assumed
by
Mr
.
Weevle
sits
so
ill
upon
him
to
-
night
that
he
abandons
that
and
his
whiskers
together
,
and
after
looking
over
his
shoulder
,
appears
to
yield
himself
up
a
prey
to
the
horrors
again
.
"
You
are
to
bring
the
letters
to
your
room
to
read
and
compare
,
and
to
get
yourself
into
a
position
to
tell
him
all
about
them
.
That
’
s
the
arrangement
,
isn
’
t
it
,
Tony
?
"
asks
Mr
.
Guppy
,
anxiously
biting
his
thumb
-
nail
.
"
You
can
’
t
speak
too
low
.
Yes
.
That
’
s
what
he
and
I
agreed
.
"
"
I
tell
you
what
,
Tony
—
"
"
You
can
’
t
speak
too
low
,
"
says
Tony
once
more
.
Mr
.
Guppy
nods
his
sagacious
head
,
advances
it
yet
closer
,
and
drops
into
a
whisper
.
"
I
tell
you
what
.
The
first
thing
to
be
done
is
to
make
another
packet
like
the
real
one
so
that
if
he
should
ask
to
see
the
real
one
while
it
’
s
in
my
possession
,
you
can
show
him
the
dummy
.
"
"
And
suppose
he
detects
the
dummy
as
soon
as
he
sees
it
,
which
with
his
biting
screw
of
an
eye
is
about
five
hundred
times
more
likely
than
not
,
"
suggests
Tony
.
"
Then
we
’
ll
face
it
out
.
They
don
’
t
belong
to
him
,
and
they
never
did
.
You
found
that
,
and
you
placed
them
in
my
hands
—
a
legal
friend
of
yours
—
for
security
.
If
he
forces
us
to
it
,
they
’
ll
be
producible
,
won
’
t
they
?
"
"
Ye
-
es
,
"
is
Mr
.
Weevle
’
s
reluctant
admission
.
"
Why
,
Tony
,
"
remonstrates
his
friend
,
"
how
you
look
!
You
don
’
t
doubt
William
Guppy
?
You
don
’
t
suspect
any
harm
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
suspect
anything
more
than
I
know
,
William
,
"
returns
the
other
gravely
.
"
And
what
do
you
know
?
"
urges
Mr
.
Guppy
,
raising
his
voice
a
little
;
but
on
his
friend
’
s
once
more
warning
him
,
"
I
tell
you
,
you
can
’
t
speak
too
low
,
"
he
repeats
his
question
without
any
sound
at
all
,
forming
with
his
lips
only
the
words
,
"
What
do
you
know
?
"
"
I
know
three
things
.
First
,
I
know
that
here
we
are
whispering
in
secrecy
,
a
pair
of
conspirators
.
"
"
Well
!
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
And
we
had
better
be
that
than
a
pair
of
noodles
,
which
we
should
be
if
we
were
doing
anything
else
,
for
it
’
s
the
only
way
of
doing
what
we
want
to
do
.
Secondly
?
"
"
Secondly
,
it
’
s
not
made
out
to
me
how
it
’
s
likely
to
be
profitable
,
after
all
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
casts
up
his
eyes
at
the
portrait
of
Lady
Dedlock
over
the
mantelshelf
and
replies
,
"
Tony
,
you
are
asked
to
leave
that
to
the
honour
of
your
friend
.
Besides
its
being
calculated
to
serve
that
friend
in
those
chords
of
the
human
mind
which
—
which
need
not
be
called
into
agonizing
vibration
on
the
present
occasion
—
your
friend
is
no
fool
.
What
’
s
that
?
"
"
It
’
s
eleven
o
’
clock
striking
by
the
bell
of
Saint
Paul
’
s
.
Listen
and
you
’
ll
hear
all
the
bells
in
the
city
jangling
.
"
Both
sit
silent
,
listening
to
the
metal
voices
,
near
and
distant
,
resounding
from
towers
of
various
heights
,
in
tones
more
various
than
their
situations
.
When
these
at
length
cease
,
all
seems
more
mysterious
and
quiet
than
before
.
One
disagreeable
result
of
whispering
is
that
it
seems
to
evoke
an
atmosphere
of
silence
,
haunted
by
the
ghosts
of
sound
—
strange
cracks
and
tickings
,
the
rustling
of
garments
that
have
no
substance
in
them
,
and
the
tread
of
dreadful
feet
that
would
leave
no
mark
on
the
sea
-
sand
or
the
winter
snow
.
So
sensitive
the
two
friends
happen
to
be
that
the
air
is
full
of
these
phantoms
,
and
the
two
look
over
their
shoulders
by
one
consent
to
see
that
the
door
is
shut
.
"
Yes
,
Tony
?
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
drawing
nearer
to
the
fire
and
biting
his
unsteady
thumb
-
nail
.
"
You
were
going
to
say
,
thirdly
?
"
"
It
’
s
far
from
a
pleasant
thing
to
be
plotting
about
a
dead
man
in
the
room
where
he
died
,
especially
when
you
happen
to
live
in
it
.
"
"
But
we
are
plotting
nothing
against
him
,
Tony
.
"
"
May
be
not
,
still
I
don
’
t
like
it
.
Live
here
by
yourself
and
see
how
YOU
like
it
.
"
"
As
to
dead
men
,
Tony
,
"
proceeds
Mr
.
Guppy
,
evading
this
proposal
,
"
there
have
been
dead
men
in
most
rooms
.
"
"
I
know
there
have
,
but
in
most
rooms
you
let
them
alone
,
and
—
and
they
let
you
alone
,
"
Tony
answers
.
The
two
look
at
each
other
again
.
Mr
.
Guppy
makes
a
hurried
remark
to
the
effect
that
they
may
be
doing
the
deceased
a
service
,
that
he
hopes
so
.
There
is
an
oppressive
blank
until
Mr
.
