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Is
Richard
a
monster
in
all
this
,
or
would
Chancery
be
found
rich
in
such
precedents
too
if
they
could
be
got
for
citation
from
the
Recording
Angel
?
Two
pairs
of
eyes
not
unused
to
such
people
look
after
him
,
as
,
biting
his
nails
and
brooding
,
he
crosses
the
square
and
is
swallowed
up
by
the
shadow
of
the
southern
gateway
.
Mr
.
Guppy
and
Mr
.
Weevle
are
the
possessors
of
those
eyes
,
and
they
have
been
leaning
in
conversation
against
the
low
stone
parapet
under
the
trees
.
He
passes
close
by
them
,
seeing
nothing
but
the
ground
.
"
William
,
"
says
Mr
.
Weevle
,
adjusting
his
whiskers
,
"
there
’
s
combustion
going
on
there
!
It
’
s
not
a
case
of
spontaneous
,
but
it
’
s
smouldering
combustion
it
is
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
He
wouldn
’
t
keep
out
of
Jarndyce
,
and
I
suppose
he
’
s
over
head
and
ears
in
debt
.
I
never
knew
much
of
him
.
He
was
as
high
as
the
monument
when
he
was
on
trial
at
our
place
.
A
good
riddance
to
me
,
whether
as
clerk
or
client
!
Well
,
Tony
,
that
as
I
was
mentioning
is
what
they
’
re
up
to
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
,
refolding
his
arms
,
resettles
himself
against
the
parapet
,
as
resuming
a
conversation
of
interest
.
"
They
are
still
up
to
it
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
"
still
taking
stock
,
still
examining
papers
,
still
going
over
the
heaps
and
heaps
of
rubbish
.
At
this
rate
they
’
ll
be
at
it
these
seven
years
.
"
"
And
Small
is
helping
?
"
"
Small
left
us
at
a
week
’
s
notice
.
Told
Kenge
his
grandfather
’
s
business
was
too
much
for
the
old
gentleman
and
he
could
better
himself
by
undertaking
it
.
There
had
been
a
coolness
between
myself
and
Small
on
account
of
his
being
so
close
.
But
he
said
you
and
I
began
it
,
and
as
he
had
me
there
—
for
we
did
—
I
put
our
acquaintance
on
the
old
footing
.
That
’
s
how
I
come
to
know
what
they
’
re
up
to
.
"
"
You
haven
’
t
looked
in
at
all
?
"
"
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
,
a
little
disconcerted
,
"
to
be
unreserved
with
you
,
I
don
’
t
greatly
relish
the
house
,
except
in
your
company
,
and
therefore
I
have
not
;
and
therefore
I
proposed
this
little
appointment
for
our
fetching
away
your
things
.
There
goes
the
hour
by
the
clock
!
Tony
"
—
Mr
.
Guppy
becomes
mysteriously
and
tenderly
eloquent
—
"
it
is
necessary
that
I
should
impress
upon
your
mind
once
more
that
circumstances
over
which
I
have
no
control
have
made
a
melancholy
alteration
in
my
most
cherished
plans
and
in
that
unrequited
image
which
I
formerly
mentioned
to
you
as
a
friend
.
That
image
is
shattered
,
and
that
idol
is
laid
low
.
My
only
wish
now
in
connexion
with
the
objects
which
I
had
an
idea
of
carrying
out
in
the
court
with
your
aid
as
a
friend
is
to
let
’
em
alone
and
bury
’
em
in
oblivion
.
Do
you
think
it
possible
,
do
you
think
it
at
all
likely
(
I
put
it
to
you
,
Tony
,
as
a
friend
)
,
from
your
knowledge
of
that
capricious
and
deep
old
character
who
fell
a
prey
to
the
—
spontaneous
element
,
do
you
,
Tony
,
think
it
at
all
likely
that
on
second
thoughts
he
put
those
letters
away
anywhere
,
after
you
saw
him
alive
,
and
that
they
were
not
destroyed
that
night
?
"
Mr
.
Weevle
reflects
for
some
time
.
Shakes
his
head
.
Decidedly
thinks
not
.
"
Tony
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
as
they
walk
towards
the
court
,
"
once
again
understand
me
,
as
a
friend
.
Without
entering
into
further
explanations
,
I
may
repeat
that
the
idol
is
down
.
I
have
no
purpose
to
serve
now
but
burial
in
oblivion
.
To
that
I
have
pledged
myself
.
I
owe
it
to
myself
,
and
I
owe
it
to
the
shattered
image
,
as
also
to
the
circumstances
over
which
I
have
no
control
.
If
you
was
to
express
to
me
by
a
gesture
,
by
a
wink
,
that
you
saw
lying
anywhere
in
your
late
lodgings
any
papers
that
so
much
as
looked
like
the
papers
in
question
,
I
would
pitch
them
into
the
fire
,
sir
,
on
my
own
responsibility
.
"
Mr
.
Weevle
nods
.
Mr
.
Guppy
,
much
elevated
in
his
own
opinion
by
having
delivered
these
observations
,
with
an
air
in
part
forensic
and
in
part
romantic
—
this
gentleman
having
a
passion
for
conducting
anything
in
the
form
of
an
examination
,
or
delivering
anything
in
the
form
of
a
summing
up
or
a
speech
—
accompanies
his
friend
with
dignity
to
the
court
.
Never
since
it
has
been
a
court
has
it
had
such
a
Fortunatus
’
purse
of
gossip
as
in
the
proceedings
at
the
rag
and
bottle
shop
.
Regularly
,
every
morning
at
eight
,
is
the
elder
Mr
.
Smallweed
brought
down
to
the
corner
and
carried
in
,
accompanied
by
Mrs
.
Smallweed
,
Judy
,
and
Bart
;
and
regularly
,
all
day
,
do
they
all
remain
there
until
nine
at
night
,
solaced
by
gipsy
dinners
,
not
abundant
in
quantity
,
from
the
cook
’
s
shop
,
rummaging
and
searching
,
digging
,
delving
,
and
diving
among
the
treasures
of
the
late
lamented
.
What
those
treasures
are
they
keep
so
secret
that
the
court
is
maddened
.
In
its
delirium
it
imagines
guineas
pouring
out
of
tea
-
pots
,
crown
-
pieces
overflowing
punch
-
bowls
,
old
chairs
and
mattresses
stuffed
with
Bank
of
England
notes
.
It
possesses
itself
of
the
sixpenny
history
(
with
highly
coloured
folding
frontispiece
)
of
Mr
.
Daniel
Dancer
and
his
sister
,
and
also
of
Mr
.
Elwes
,
of
Suffolk
,
and
transfers
all
the
facts
from
those
authentic
narratives
to
Mr
.
Krook
.
Twice
when
the
dustman
is
called
in
to
carry
off
a
cartload
of
old
paper
,
ashes
,
and
broken
bottles
,
the
whole
court
assembles
and
pries
into
the
baskets
as
they
come
forth
.
Many
times
the
two
gentlemen
who
write
with
the
ravenous
little
pens
on
the
tissue
-
paper
are
seen
prowling
in
the
neighbourhood
—
shy
of
each
other
,
their
late
partnership
being
dissolved
.
The
Sol
skilfully
carries
a
vein
of
the
prevailing
interest
through
the
Harmonic
nights
.
Little
Swills
,
in
what
are
professionally
known
as
"
patter
"
allusions
to
the
subject
,
is
received
with
loud
applause
;
and
the
same
vocalist
"
gags
"
in
the
regular
business
like
a
man
inspired
.
Even
Miss
M
.
Melvilleson
,
in
the
revived
Caledonian
melody
of
"
We
’
re
a
-
Nodding
,
"
points
the
sentiment
that
"
the
dogs
love
broo
"
(
whatever
the
nature
of
that
refreshment
may
be
)
with
such
archness
and
such
a
turn
of
the
head
towards
next
door
that
she
is
immediately
understood
to
mean
Mr
.
Smallweed
loves
to
find
money
,
and
is
nightly
honoured
with
a
double
encore
.
For
all
this
,
the
court
discovers
nothing
;
and
as
Mrs
.
Piper
and
Mrs
.
Perkins
now
communicate
to
the
late
lodger
whose
appearance
is
the
signal
for
a
general
rally
,
it
is
in
one
continual
ferment
to
discover
everything
,
and
more
.
Mr
.
Weevle
and
Mr
.
Guppy
,
with
every
eye
in
the
court
’
s
head
upon
them
,
knock
at
the
closed
door
of
the
late
lamented
’
s
house
,
in
a
high
state
of
popularity
.
But
being
contrary
to
the
court
’
s
expectation
admitted
,
they
immediately
become
unpopular
and
are
considered
to
mean
no
good
.
The
shutters
are
more
or
less
closed
all
over
the
house
,
and
the
ground
-
floor
is
sufficiently
dark
to
require
candles
.
Introduced
into
the
back
shop
by
Mr
.
Smallweed
the
younger
,
they
,
fresh
from
the
sunlight
,
can
at
first
see
nothing
save
darkness
and
shadows
;
but
they
gradually
discern
the
elder
Mr
.
Smallweed
seated
in
his
chair
upon
the
brink
of
a
well
or
grave
of
waste
-
paper
,
the
virtuous
Judy
groping
therein
like
a
female
sexton
,
and
Mrs
.
Smallweed
on
the
level
ground
in
the
vicinity
snowed
up
in
a
heap
of
paper
fragments
,
print
,
and
manuscript
which
would
appear
to
be
the
accumulated
compliments
that
have
been
sent
flying
at
her
in
the
course
of
the
day
.
The
whole
party
,
Small
included
,
are
blackened
with
dust
and
dirt
and
present
a
fiendish
appearance
not
relieved
by
the
general
aspect
of
the
room
.
There
is
more
litter
and
lumber
in
it
than
of
old
,
and
it
is
dirtier
if
possible
;
likewise
,
it
is
ghostly
with
traces
of
its
dead
inhabitant
and
even
with
his
chalked
writing
on
the
wall
.
On
the
entrance
of
visitors
,
Mr
.
Smallweed
and
Judy
simultaneously
fold
their
arms
and
stop
in
their
researches
.
"
Aha
!
"
croaks
the
old
gentleman
.
"
How
de
do
,
gentlemen
,
how
de
do
!
Come
to
fetch
your
property
,
Mr
.
Weevle
?
That
’
s
well
,
that
’
s
well
.
Ha
!
Ha
!
We
should
have
been
forced
to
sell
you
up
,
sir
,
to
pay
your
warehouse
room
if
you
had
left
it
here
much
longer
.
You
feel
quite
at
home
here
again
,
I
dare
say
?
Glad
to
see
you
,
glad
to
see
you
!
"
Mr
.
Weevle
,
thanking
him
,
casts
an
eye
about
.
Mr
.
Guppy
’
s
eye
follows
Mr
.
Weevle
’
s
eye
.
Mr
.
Weevle
’
s
eye
comes
back
without
any
new
intelligence
in
it
.
Mr
.
Guppy
’
s
eye
comes
back
and
meets
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
eye
.
That
engaging
old
gentleman
is
still
murmuring
,
like
some
wound
-
up
instrument
running
down
,
"
How
de
do
,
sir
—
how
de
—
how
—
"
And
then
having
run
down
,
he
lapses
into
grinning
silence
,
as
Mr
.
Guppy
starts
at
seeing
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
standing
in
the
darkness
opposite
with
his
hands
behind
him
.
"
Gentleman
so
kind
as
to
act
as
my
solicitor
,
"
says
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
"
I
am
not
the
sort
of
client
for
a
gentleman
of
such
note
,
but
he
is
so
good
!
"
Mr
.
Guppy
,
slightly
nudging
his
friend
to
take
another
look
,
makes
a
shuffling
bow
to
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
who
returns
it
with
an
easy
nod
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
is
looking
on
as
if
he
had
nothing
else
to
do
and
were
rather
amused
by
the
novelty
.
"
A
good
deal
of
property
here
,
sir
,
I
should
say
,
"
Mr
.
Guppy
observes
to
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
"
Principally
rags
and
rubbish
,
my
dear
friend
!
Rags
and
rubbish
!
Me
and
Bart
and
my
granddaughter
Judy
are
endeavouring
to
make
out
an
inventory
of
what
’
s
worth
anything
to
sell
.
But
we
haven
’
t
come
to
much
as
yet
;
we
—
haven
’
t
—
come
—
to
—
hah
!
"
Mr
.
Smallweed
has
run
down
again
,
while
Mr
.
Weevle
’
s
eye
,
attended
by
Mr
.
Guppy
’
s
eye
,
has
again
gone
round
the
room
and
come
back
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
Weevle
.
"
We
won
’
t
intrude
any
longer
if
you
’
ll
allow
us
to
go
upstairs
.
"
"
Anywhere
,
my
dear
sir
,
anywhere
!
You
’
re
at
home
.
Make
yourself
so
,
pray
!
"
As
they
go
upstairs
,
Mr
.
Guppy
lifts
his
eyebrows
inquiringly
and
looks
at
Tony
.
Tony
shakes
his
head
.
They
find
the
old
room
very
dull
and
dismal
,
with
the
ashes
of
the
fire
that
was
burning
on
that
memorable
night
yet
in
the
discoloured
grate
.
They
have
a
great
disinclination
to
touch
any
object
,
and
carefully
blow
the
dust
from
it
first
.
Nor
are
they
desirous
to
prolong
their
visit
,
packing
the
few
movables
with
all
possible
speed
and
never
speaking
above
a
whisper
.
"
Look
here
,
"
says
Tony
,
recoiling
.
"
Here
’
s
that
horrible
cat
coming
in
!
"
Mr
.
Guppy
retreats
behind
a
chair
.
"
Small
told
me
of
her
.
She
went
leaping
and
bounding
and
tearing
about
that
night
like
a
dragon
,
and
got
out
on
the
house
-
top
,
and
roamed
about
up
there
for
a
fortnight
,
and
then
came
tumbling
down
the
chimney
very
thin
.
Did
you
ever
see
such
a
brute
?
Looks
as
if
she
knew
all
about
it
,
don
’
t
she
?
Almost
looks
as
if
she
was
Krook
.
Shoohoo
!
Get
out
,
you
goblin
!
"
Lady
Jane
,
in
the
doorway
,
with
her
tiger
snarl
from
ear
to
ear
and
her
club
of
a
tail
,
shows
no
intention
of
obeying
;
but
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
stumbling
over
her
,
she
spits
at
his
rusty
legs
,
and
swearing
wrathfully
,
takes
her
arched
back
upstairs
.
Possibly
to
roam
the
house
-
tops
again
and
return
by
the
chimney
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
could
I
have
a
word
with
you
?
"
Mr
.
Guppy
is
engaged
in
collecting
the
Galaxy
Gallery
of
British
Beauty
from
the
wall
and
depositing
those
works
of
art
in
their
old
ignoble
band
-
box
.
"
Sir
,
"
he
returns
,
reddening
,
"
I
wish
to
act
with
courtesy
towards
every
member
of
the
profession
,
and
especially
,
I
am
sure
,
towards
a
member
of
it
so
well
known
as
yourself
—
I
will
truly
add
,
sir
,
so
distinguished
as
yourself
.
Still
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
sir
,
I
must
stipulate
that
if
you
have
any
word
with
me
,
that
word
is
spoken
in
the
presence
of
my
friend
.
"
"
Oh
,
indeed
?
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
My
reasons
are
not
of
a
personal
nature
at
all
,
but
they
are
amply
sufficient
for
myself
.
"
"
No
doubt
,
no
doubt
.
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
is
as
imperturbable
as
the
hearthstone
to
which
he
has
quietly
walked
.
"
The
matter
is
not
of
that
consequence
that
I
need
put
you
to
the
trouble
of
making
any
conditions
,
Mr
.
Guppy
.
"
He
pauses
here
to
smile
,
and
his
smile
is
as
dull
and
rusty
as
his
pantaloons
.
"
You
are
to
be
congratulated
,
Mr
.
Guppy
;
you
are
a
fortunate
young
man
,
sir
.
"
"
Pretty
well
so
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
;
I
don
’
t
complain
.
"
"
Complain
?
High
friends
,
free
admission
to
great
houses
,
and
access
to
elegant
ladies
!
Why
,
Mr
.
Guppy
,
there
are
people
in
London
who
would
give
their
ears
to
be
you
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
,
looking
as
if
he
would
give
his
own
reddening
and
still
reddening
ears
to
be
one
of
those
people
at
present
instead
of
himself
,
replies
,
"
Sir
,
if
I
attend
to
my
profession
and
do
what
is
right
by
Kenge
and
Carboy
,
my
friends
and
acquaintances
are
of
no
consequence
to
them
nor
to
any
member
of
the
profession
,
not
excepting
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
of
the
Fields
.
I
am
not
under
any
obligation
to
explain
myself
further
;
and
with
all
respect
for
you
,
sir
,
and
without
offence
—
I
repeat
,
without
offence
—
"
"
Oh
,
certainly
!
"
"
—
I
don
’
t
intend
to
do
it
.
"
"
Quite
so
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
with
a
calm
nod
.
"
Very
good
;
I
see
by
these
portraits
that
you
take
a
strong
interest
in
the
fashionable
great
,
sir
?
"
He
addresses
this
to
the
astounded
Tony
,
who
admits
the
soft
impeachment
"
A
virtue
in
which
few
Englishmen
are
deficient
,
"
observes
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
He
has
been
standing
on
the
hearthstone
with
his
back
to
the
smoked
chimney
-
piece
,
and
now
turns
round
with
his
glasses
to
his
eyes
.
"
Who
is
this
?
’
Lady
Dedlock
.
’
Ha
!
A
very
good
likeness
in
its
way
,
but
it
wants
force
of
character
.
Good
day
to
you
,
gentlemen
;
good
day
!
"
When
he
has
walked
out
,
Mr
.
Guppy
,
in
a
great
perspiration
,
nerves
himself
to
the
hasty
completion
of
the
taking
down
of
the
Galaxy
Gallery
,
concluding
with
Lady
Dedlock
.
"
Tony
,
"
he
says
hurriedly
to
his
astonished
companion
,
"
let
us
be
quick
in
putting
the
things
together
and
in
getting
out
of
this
place
.
It
were
in
vain
longer
to
conceal
from
you
,
Tony
,
that
between
myself
and
one
of
the
members
of
a
swan
-
like
aristocracy
whom
I
now
hold
in
my
hand
,
there
has
been
undivulged
communication
and
association
.
The
time
might
have
been
when
I
might
have
revealed
it
to
you
.
It
never
will
be
more
.
It
is
due
alike
to
the
oath
I
have
taken
,
alike
to
the
shattered
idol
,
and
alike
to
circumstances
over
which
I
have
no
control
,
that
the
whole
should
be
buried
in
oblivion
.
I
charge
you
as
a
friend
,
by
the
interest
you
have
ever
testified
in
the
fashionable
intelligence
,
and
by
any
little
advances
with
which
I
may
have
been
able
to
accommodate
you
,
so
to
bury
it
without
a
word
of
inquiry
!
"
This
charge
Mr
.
Guppy
delivers
in
a
state
little
short
of
forensic
lunacy
,
while
his
friend
shows
a
dazed
mind
in
his
whole
head
of
hair
and
even
in
his
cultivated
whiskers
.
England
has
been
in
a
dreadful
state
for
some
weeks
.
Lord
Coodle
would
go
out
,
Sir
Thomas
Doodle
wouldn
’
t
come
in
,
and
there
being
nobody
in
Great
Britain
(
to
speak
of
)
except
Coodle
and
Doodle
,
there
has
been
no
government
.
It
is
a
mercy
that
the
hostile
meeting
between
those
two
great
men
,
which
at
one
time
seemed
inevitable
,
did
not
come
off
,
because
if
both
pistols
had
taken
effect
,
and
Coodle
and
Doodle
had
killed
each
other
,
it
is
to
be
presumed
that
England
must
have
waited
to
be
governed
until
young
Coodle
and
young
Doodle
,
now
in
frocks
and
long
stockings
,
were
grown
up
.
This
stupendous
national
calamity
,
however
,
was
averted
by
Lord
Coodle
’
s
making
the
timely
discovery
that
if
in
the
heat
of
debate
he
had
said
that
he
scorned
and
despised
the
whole
ignoble
career
of
Sir
Thomas
Doodle
,
he
had
merely
meant
to
say
that
party
differences
should
never
induce
him
to
withhold
from
it
the
tribute
of
his
warmest
admiration
;
while
it
as
opportunely
turned
out
,
on
the
other
hand
,
that
Sir
Thomas
Doodle
had
in
his
own
bosom
expressly
booked
Lord
Coodle
to
go
down
to
posterity
as
the
mirror
of
virtue
and
honour
.
Still
England
has
been
some
weeks
in
the
dismal
strait
of
having
no
pilot
(
as
was
well
observed
by
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
)
to
weather
the
storm
;
and
the
marvellous
part
of
the
matter
is
that
England
has
not
appeared
to
care
very
much
about
it
,
but
has
gone
on
eating
and
drinking
and
marrying
and
giving
in
marriage
as
the
old
world
did
in
the
days
before
the
flood
.
But
Coodle
knew
the
danger
,
and
Doodle
knew
the
danger
,
and
all
their
followers
and
hangers
-
on
had
the
clearest
possible
perception
of
the
danger
.
