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"
And
you
can
refuse
,
you
mean
,
eh
?
Or
not
you
so
much
,
perhaps
,
as
your
friend
in
the
city
?
Ha
ha
ha
!
"
"
Ha
ha
ha
!
"
echoes
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
In
such
a
very
hard
manner
and
with
eyes
so
particularly
green
that
Mr
.
Bagnet
’
s
natural
gravity
is
much
deepened
by
the
contemplation
of
that
venerable
man
.
"
Come
!
"
says
the
sanguine
George
.
"
I
am
glad
to
find
we
can
be
pleasant
,
because
I
want
to
arrange
this
pleasantly
.
Here
’
s
my
friend
Bagnet
,
and
here
am
I
.
We
’
ll
settle
the
matter
on
the
spot
,
if
you
please
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
in
the
usual
way
.
And
you
’
ll
ease
my
friend
Bagnet
’
s
mind
,
and
his
family
’
s
mind
,
a
good
deal
if
you
’
ll
just
mention
to
him
what
our
understanding
is
.
"
Here
some
shrill
spectre
cries
out
in
a
mocking
manner
,
"
Oh
,
good
gracious
!
Oh
!
"
Unless
,
indeed
,
it
be
the
sportive
Judy
,
who
is
found
to
be
silent
when
the
startled
visitors
look
round
,
but
whose
chin
has
received
a
recent
toss
,
expressive
of
derision
and
contempt
.
Mr
.
Bagnet
’
s
gravity
becomes
yet
more
profound
.
"
But
I
think
you
asked
me
,
Mr
.
George
"
—
old
Smallweed
,
who
all
this
time
has
had
the
pipe
in
his
hand
,
is
the
speaker
now
—
"
I
think
you
asked
me
,
what
did
the
letter
mean
?
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
I
did
,
"
returns
the
trooper
in
his
off
-
hand
way
,
"
but
I
don
’
t
care
to
know
particularly
,
if
it
’
s
all
correct
and
pleasant
.
"
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
purposely
balking
himself
in
an
aim
at
the
trooper
’
s
head
,
throws
the
pipe
on
the
ground
and
breaks
it
to
pieces
.
"
That
’
s
what
it
means
,
my
dear
friend
.
I
’
ll
smash
you
.
I
’
ll
crumble
you
.
I
’
ll
powder
you
.
Go
to
the
devil
!
"
The
two
friends
rise
and
look
at
one
another
.
Mr
.
Bagnet
’
s
gravity
has
now
attained
its
profoundest
point
.
"
Go
to
the
devil
!
"
repeats
the
old
man
.
"
I
’
ll
have
no
more
of
your
pipe
-
smokings
and
swaggerings
.
What
?
You
’
re
an
independent
dragoon
,
too
!
Go
to
my
lawyer
(
you
remember
where
;
you
have
been
there
before
)
and
show
your
independence
now
,
will
you
?
Come
,
my
dear
friend
,
there
’
s
a
chance
for
you
.
Open
the
street
door
,
Judy
;
put
these
blusterers
out
!
Call
in
help
if
they
don
’
t
go
.
Put
’
em
out
!
"
He
vociferates
this
so
loudly
that
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
laying
his
hands
on
the
shoulders
of
his
comrade
before
the
latter
can
recover
from
his
amazement
,
gets
him
on
the
outside
of
the
street
door
,
which
is
instantly
slammed
by
the
triumphant
Judy
.
Utterly
confounded
,
Mr
.
George
awhile
stands
looking
at
the
knocker
.
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
in
a
perfect
abyss
of
gravity
,
walks
up
and
down
before
the
little
parlour
window
like
a
sentry
and
looks
in
every
time
he
passes
,
apparently
revolving
something
in
his
mind
.
"
Come
,
Mat
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
when
he
has
recovered
himself
,
"
we
must
try
the
lawyer
.
Now
,
what
do
you
think
of
this
rascal
?
"
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
stopping
to
take
a
farewell
look
into
the
parlour
,
replies
with
one
shake
of
his
head
directed
at
the
interior
,
"
If
my
old
girl
had
been
here
—
I
’
d
have
told
him
!
"
Having
so
discharged
himself
of
the
subject
of
his
cogitations
,
he
falls
into
step
and
marches
off
with
the
trooper
,
shoulder
to
shoulder
.
When
they
present
themselves
in
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
is
engaged
and
not
to
be
seen
.
He
is
not
at
all
willing
to
see
them
,
for
when
they
have
waited
a
full
hour
,
and
the
clerk
,
on
his
bell
being
rung
,
takes
the
opportunity
of
mentioning
as
much
,
he
brings
forth
no
more
encouraging
message
than
that
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
has
nothing
to
say
to
them
and
they
had
better
not
wait
.
They
do
wait
,
however
,
with
the
perseverance
of
military
tactics
,
and
at
last
the
bell
rings
again
and
the
client
in
possession
comes
out
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
room
.
The
client
is
a
handsome
old
lady
,
no
other
than
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
,
housekeeper
at
Chesney
Wold
.
She
comes
out
of
the
sanctuary
with
a
fair
old
-
fashioned
curtsy
and
softly
shuts
the
door
.
She
is
treated
with
some
distinction
there
,
for
the
clerk
steps
out
of
his
pew
to
show
her
through
the
outer
office
and
to
let
her
out
.
The
old
lady
is
thanking
him
for
his
attention
when
she
observes
the
comrades
in
waiting
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
but
I
think
those
gentlemen
are
military
?
"
The
clerk
referring
the
question
to
them
with
his
eye
,
and
Mr
.
George
not
turning
round
from
the
almanac
over
the
fire
-
place
.
Mr
.
Bagnet
takes
upon
himself
to
reply
,
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
Formerly
.
"
"
I
thought
so
.
I
was
sure
of
it
.
My
heart
warms
,
gentlemen
,
at
the
sight
of
you
.
It
always
does
at
the
sight
of
such
.
God
bless
you
,
gentlemen
!
You
’
ll
excuse
an
old
woman
,
but
I
had
a
son
once
who
went
for
a
soldier
.
A
fine
handsome
youth
he
was
,
and
good
in
his
bold
way
,
though
some
people
did
disparage
him
to
his
poor
mother
.
I
ask
your
pardon
for
troubling
you
,
sir
.
God
bless
you
,
gentlemen
!
"
"
Same
to
you
,
ma
’
am
!
"
returns
Mr
.
Bagnet
with
right
good
will
.
There
is
something
very
touching
in
the
earnestness
of
the
old
lady
’
s
voice
and
in
the
tremble
that
goes
through
her
quaint
old
figure
.
But
Mr
.
George
is
so
occupied
with
the
almanac
over
the
fire
-
place
(
calculating
the
coming
months
by
it
perhaps
)
that
he
does
not
look
round
until
she
has
gone
away
and
the
door
is
closed
upon
her
.
"
George
,
"
Mr
.
Bagnet
gruffly
whispers
when
he
does
turn
from
the
almanac
at
last
.
"
Don
’
t
be
cast
down
!
’
Why
,
soldiers
,
why
—
should
we
be
melancholy
,
boys
?
’
Cheer
up
,
my
hearty
!
"
The
clerk
having
now
again
gone
in
to
say
that
they
are
still
there
and
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
being
heard
to
return
with
some
irascibility
,
"
Let
’
em
come
in
then
!
"
they
pass
into
the
great
room
with
the
painted
ceiling
and
find
him
standing
before
the
fire
.
"
Now
,
you
men
,
what
do
you
want
?
Sergeant
,
I
told
you
the
last
time
I
saw
you
that
I
don
’
t
desire
your
company
here
.
"
Sergeant
replies
—
dashed
within
the
last
few
minutes
as
to
his
usual
manner
of
speech
,
and
even
as
to
his
usual
carriage
—
that
he
has
received
this
letter
,
has
been
to
Mr
.
Smallweed
about
it
,
and
has
been
referred
there
.
"
I
have
nothing
to
say
to
you
,
"
rejoins
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
If
you
get
into
debt
,
you
must
pay
your
debts
or
take
the
consequences
.
You
have
no
occasion
to
come
here
to
learn
that
,
I
suppose
?
"
Sergeant
is
sorry
to
say
that
he
is
not
prepared
with
the
money
.
"
Very
well
!
Then
the
other
man
—
this
man
,
if
this
is
he
—
must
pay
it
for
you
.
"
Sergeant
is
sorry
to
add
that
the
other
man
is
not
prepared
with
the
money
either
.
"
Very
well
!
Then
you
must
pay
it
between
you
or
you
must
both
be
sued
for
it
and
both
suffer
.
You
have
had
the
money
and
must
refund
it
.
You
are
not
to
pocket
other
people
’
s
pounds
,
shillings
,
and
pence
and
escape
scot
-
free
.
"
The
lawyer
sits
down
in
his
easy
-
chair
and
stirs
the
fire
.
Mr
.
George
hopes
he
will
have
the
goodness
to
—
"
I
tell
you
,
sergeant
,
I
have
nothing
to
say
to
you
.
I
don
’
t
like
your
associates
and
don
’
t
want
you
here
.
This
matter
is
not
at
all
in
my
course
of
practice
and
is
not
in
my
office
.
Mr
.
Smallweed
is
good
enough
to
offer
these
affairs
to
me
,
but
they
are
not
in
my
way
.
You
must
go
to
Melchisedech
’
s
in
Clifford
’
s
Inn
.
"
"
I
must
make
an
apology
to
you
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
,
"
for
pressing
myself
upon
you
with
so
little
encouragement
—
which
is
almost
as
unpleasant
to
me
as
it
can
be
to
you
—
but
would
you
let
me
say
a
private
word
to
you
?
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
rises
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
walks
into
one
of
the
window
recesses
.
"
Now
!
I
have
no
time
to
waste
.
"
In
the
midst
of
his
perfect
assumption
of
indifference
,
he
directs
a
sharp
look
at
the
trooper
,
taking
care
to
stand
with
his
own
back
to
the
light
and
to
have
the
other
with
his
face
towards
it
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
,
"
this
man
with
me
is
the
other
party
implicated
in
this
unfortunate
affair
—
nominally
,
only
nominally
—
and
my
sole
object
is
to
prevent
his
getting
into
trouble
on
my
account
.
He
is
a
most
respectable
man
with
a
wife
and
family
,
formerly
in
the
Royal
Artillery
—
"
"
My
friend
,
I
don
’
t
care
a
pinch
of
snuff
for
the
whole
Royal
Artillery
establishment
—
officers
,
men
,
tumbrils
,
waggons
,
horses
,
guns
,
and
ammunition
.
"
"
’
Tis
likely
,
sir
.
But
I
care
a
good
deal
for
Bagnet
and
his
wife
and
family
being
injured
on
my
account
.
And
if
I
could
bring
them
through
this
matter
,
I
should
have
no
help
for
it
but
to
give
up
without
any
other
consideration
what
you
wanted
of
me
the
other
day
.
"
"
Have
you
got
it
here
?
"
"
I
have
got
it
here
,
sir
.
"
"
Sergeant
,
"
the
lawyer
proceeds
in
his
dry
passionless
manner
,
far
more
hopeless
in
the
dealing
with
than
any
amount
of
vehemence
,
"
make
up
your
mind
while
I
speak
to
you
,
for
this
is
final
.
After
I
have
finished
speaking
I
have
closed
the
subject
,
and
I
won
’
t
re
-
open
it
.
Understand
that
.
You
can
leave
here
,
for
a
few
days
,
what
you
say
you
have
brought
here
if
you
choose
;
you
can
take
it
away
at
once
if
you
choose
.
In
case
you
choose
to
leave
it
here
,
I
can
do
this
for
you
—
I
can
replace
this
matter
on
its
old
footing
,
and
I
can
go
so
far
besides
as
to
give
you
a
written
undertaking
that
this
man
Bagnet
shall
never
be
troubled
in
any
way
until
you
have
been
proceeded
against
to
the
utmost
,
that
your
means
shall
be
exhausted
before
the
creditor
looks
to
his
.
This
is
in
fact
all
but
freeing
him
.
Have
you
decided
?
"
The
trooper
puts
his
hand
into
his
breast
and
answers
with
a
long
breath
,
"
I
must
do
it
,
sir
.
"
So
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
putting
on
his
spectacles
,
sits
down
and
writes
the
undertaking
,
which
he
slowly
reads
and
explains
to
Bagnet
,
who
has
all
this
time
been
staring
at
the
ceiling
and
who
puts
his
hand
on
his
bald
head
again
,
under
this
new
verbal
shower
-
bath
,
and
seems
exceedingly
in
need
of
the
old
girl
through
whom
to
express
his
sentiments
.
The
trooper
then
takes
from
his
breast
-
pocket
a
folded
paper
,
which
he
lays
with
an
unwilling
hand
at
the
lawyer
’
s
elbow
.
"
’
Tis
only
a
letter
of
instructions
,
sir
.
The
last
I
ever
had
from
him
.
"
Look
at
a
millstone
,
Mr
.
George
,
for
some
change
in
its
expression
,
and
you
will
find
it
quite
as
soon
as
in
the
face
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
when
he
opens
and
reads
the
letter
!
He
refolds
it
and
lays
it
in
his
desk
with
a
countenance
as
unperturbable
as
death
.
Nor
has
he
anything
more
to
say
or
do
but
to
nod
once
in
the
same
frigid
and
discourteous
manner
and
to
say
briefly
,
"
You
can
go
.
Show
these
men
out
,
there
!
"
Being
shown
out
,
they
repair
to
Mr
.
Bagnet
’
s
residence
to
dine
.
Boiled
beef
and
greens
constitute
the
day
’
s
variety
on
the
former
repast
of
boiled
pork
and
greens
,
and
Mrs
.
Bagnet
serves
out
the
meal
in
the
same
way
and
seasons
it
with
the
best
of
temper
,
being
that
rare
sort
of
old
girl
that
she
receives
Good
to
her
arms
without
a
hint
that
it
might
be
Better
and
catches
light
from
any
little
spot
of
darkness
near
her
.
The
spot
on
this
occasion
is
the
darkened
brow
of
Mr
.
George
;
he
is
unusually
thoughtful
and
depressed
.
At
first
Mrs
.
Bagnet
trusts
to
the
combined
endearments
of
Quebec
and
Malta
to
restore
him
,
but
finding
those
young
ladies
sensible
that
their
existing
Bluffy
is
not
the
Bluffy
of
their
usual
frolicsome
acquaintance
,
she
winks
off
the
light
infantry
and
leaves
him
to
deploy
at
leisure
on
the
open
ground
of
the
domestic
hearth
.
But
he
does
not
.
He
remains
in
close
order
,
clouded
and
depressed
.
During
the
lengthy
cleaning
up
and
pattening
process
,
when
he
and
Mr
.
Bagnet
are
supplied
with
their
pipes
,
he
is
no
better
than
he
was
at
dinner
.
He
forgets
to
smoke
,
looks
at
the
fire
and
ponders
,
lets
his
pipe
out
,
fills
the
breast
of
Mr
.
Bagnet
with
perturbation
and
dismay
by
showing
that
he
has
no
enjoyment
of
tobacco
.
Therefore
when
Mrs
.
Bagnet
at
last
appears
,
rosy
from
the
invigorating
pail
,
and
sits
down
to
her
work
,
Mr
.
Bagnet
growls
,
"
Old
girl
!
"
and
winks
monitions
to
her
to
find
out
what
’
s
the
matter
.
"
Why
,
George
!
"
says
Mrs
.
Bagnet
,
quietly
threading
her
needle
.
"
How
low
you
are
!
"
"
Am
I
?
Not
good
company
?
Well
,
I
am
afraid
I
am
not
.
"
"
He
ain
’
t
at
all
like
Bluffy
,
mother
!
"
cries
little
Malta
.
"
Because
he
ain
’
t
well
,
I
think
,
mother
,
"
adds
Quebec
.
"
Sure
that
’
s
a
bad
sign
not
to
be
like
Bluffy
,
too
!
"
returns
the
trooper
,
kissing
the
young
damsels
.
"
But
it
’
s
true
,
"
with
a
sigh
,
"
true
,
I
am
afraid
.
These
little
ones
are
always
right
!
"
"
George
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Bagnet
,
working
busily
,
"
if
I
thought
you
cross
enough
to
think
of
anything
that
a
shrill
old
soldier
’
s
wife
—
who
could
have
bitten
her
tongue
off
afterwards
and
ought
to
have
done
it
almost
—
said
this
morning
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
shouldn
’
t
say
to
you
now
.
"
"
My
kind
soul
of
a
darling
,
"
returns
the
trooper
.
"
Not
a
morsel
of
it
.
"
"
Because
really
and
truly
,
George
,
what
I
said
and
meant
to
say
was
that
I
trusted
Lignum
to
you
and
was
sure
you
’
d
bring
him
through
it
.
And
you
HAVE
brought
him
through
it
,
noble
!
"
"
Thankee
,
my
dear
!
"
says
George
.
"
I
am
glad
of
your
good
opinion
.
"
In
giving
Mrs
Bagnet
’
s
hand
,
with
her
work
in
it
,
a
friendly
shake
—
for
she
took
her
seat
beside
him
—
the
trooper
’
s
attention
is
attracted
to
her
face
.
After
looking
at
it
for
a
little
while
as
she
plies
her
needle
,
he
looks
to
young
Woolwich
,
sitting
on
his
stool
in
the
corner
,
and
beckons
that
fifer
to
him
.
"
See
there
,
my
boy
,
"
says
George
,
very
gently
smoothing
the
mother
’
s
hair
with
his
hand
,
"
there
’
s
a
good
loving
forehead
for
you
!
All
bright
with
love
of
you
,
my
boy
.
A
little
touched
by
the
sun
and
the
weather
through
following
your
father
about
and
taking
care
of
you
,
but
as
fresh
and
wholesome
as
a
ripe
apple
on
a
tree
.
"
Mr
.
Bagnet
’
s
face
expresses
,
so
far
as
in
its
wooden
material
lies
,
the
highest
approbation
and
acquiescence
.
"
The
time
will
come
,
my
boy
,
"
pursues
the
trooper
,
"
when
this
hair
of
your
mother
’
s
will
be
grey
,
and
this
forehead
all
crossed
and
re
-
crossed
with
wrinkles
,
and
a
fine
old
lady
she
’
ll
be
then
.
Take
care
,
while
you
are
young
,
that
you
can
think
in
those
days
,
’
I
never
whitened
a
hair
of
her
dear
head
—
I
never
marked
a
sorrowful
line
in
her
face
!
’
For
of
all
the
many
things
that
you
can
think
of
when
you
are
a
man
,
you
had
better
have
THAT
by
you
,
Woolwich
!
"
Mr
.
George
concludes
by
rising
from
his
chair
,
seating
the
boy
beside
his
mother
in
it
,
and
saying
,
with
something
of
a
hurry
about
him
,
that
he
’
ll
smoke
his
pipe
in
the
street
a
bit
.
I
lay
ill
through
several
weeks
,
and
the
usual
tenor
of
my
life
became
like
an
old
remembrance
.
But
this
was
not
the
effect
of
time
so
much
as
of
the
change
in
all
my
habits
made
by
the
helplessness
and
inaction
of
a
sick
-
room
.
Before
I
had
been
confined
to
it
many
days
,
everything
else
seemed
to
have
retired
into
a
remote
distance
where
there
was
little
or
no
separation
between
the
various
stages
of
my
life
which
had
been
really
divided
by
years
.
In
falling
ill
,
I
seemed
to
have
crossed
a
dark
lake
and
to
have
left
all
my
experiences
,
mingled
together
by
the
great
distance
,
on
the
healthy
shore
.
My
housekeeping
duties
,
though
at
first
it
caused
me
great
anxiety
to
think
that
they
were
unperformed
,
were
soon
as
far
off
as
the
oldest
of
the
old
duties
at
Greenleaf
or
the
summer
afternoons
when
I
went
home
from
school
with
my
portfolio
under
my
arm
,
and
my
childish
shadow
at
my
side
,
to
my
godmother
’
s
house
.
I
had
never
known
before
how
short
life
really
was
and
into
how
small
a
space
the
mind
could
put
it
.
While
I
was
very
ill
,
the
way
in
which
these
divisions
of
time
became
confused
with
one
another
distressed
my
mind
exceedingly
.
At
once
a
child
,
an
elder
girl
,
and
the
little
woman
I
had
been
so
happy
as
,
I
was
not
only
oppressed
by
cares
and
difficulties
adapted
to
each
station
,
but
by
the
great
perplexity
of
endlessly
trying
to
reconcile
them
.
I
suppose
that
few
who
have
not
been
in
such
a
condition
can
quite
understand
what
I
mean
or
what
painful
unrest
arose
from
this
source
.
