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At
last
Sir
Thomas
Doodle
has
not
only
condescended
to
come
in
,
but
has
done
it
handsomely
,
bringing
in
with
him
all
his
nephews
,
all
his
male
cousins
,
and
all
his
brothers
-
in
-
law
.
So
there
is
hope
for
the
old
ship
yet
.
Doodle
has
found
that
he
must
throw
himself
upon
the
country
,
chiefly
in
the
form
of
sovereigns
and
beer
.
In
this
metamorphosed
state
he
is
available
in
a
good
many
places
simultaneously
and
can
throw
himself
upon
a
considerable
portion
of
the
country
at
one
time
.
Britannia
being
much
occupied
in
pocketing
Doodle
in
the
form
of
sovereigns
,
and
swallowing
Doodle
in
the
form
of
beer
,
and
in
swearing
herself
black
in
the
face
that
she
does
neither
—
plainly
to
the
advancement
of
her
glory
and
morality
—
the
London
season
comes
to
a
sudden
end
,
through
all
the
Doodleites
and
Coodleites
dispersing
to
assist
Britannia
in
those
religious
exercises
.
Hence
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
,
housekeeper
at
Chesney
Wold
,
foresees
,
though
no
instructions
have
yet
come
down
,
that
the
family
may
shortly
be
expected
,
together
with
a
pretty
large
accession
of
cousins
and
others
who
can
in
any
way
assist
the
great
Constitutional
work
.
And
hence
the
stately
old
dame
,
taking
Time
by
the
forelock
,
leads
him
up
and
down
the
staircases
,
and
along
the
galleries
and
passages
,
and
through
the
rooms
,
to
witness
before
he
grows
any
older
that
everything
is
ready
,
that
floors
are
rubbed
bright
,
carpets
spread
,
curtains
shaken
out
,
beds
puffed
and
patted
,
still
-
room
and
kitchen
cleared
for
action
—
all
things
prepared
as
beseems
the
Dedlock
dignity
.
This
present
summer
evening
,
as
the
sun
goes
down
,
the
preparations
are
complete
.
Dreary
and
solemn
the
old
house
looks
,
with
so
many
appliances
of
habitation
and
with
no
inhabitants
except
the
pictured
forms
upon
the
walls
.
So
did
these
come
and
go
,
a
Dedlock
in
possession
might
have
ruminated
passing
along
;
so
did
they
see
this
gallery
hushed
and
quiet
,
as
I
see
it
now
;
so
think
,
as
I
think
,
of
the
gap
that
they
would
make
in
this
domain
when
they
were
gone
;
so
find
it
,
as
I
find
it
,
difficult
to
believe
that
it
could
be
without
them
;
so
pass
from
my
world
,
as
I
pass
from
theirs
,
now
closing
the
reverberating
door
;
so
leave
no
blank
to
miss
them
,
and
so
die
.
Through
some
of
the
fiery
windows
beautiful
from
without
,
and
set
,
at
this
sunset
hour
,
not
in
dull
-
grey
stone
but
in
a
glorious
house
of
gold
,
the
light
excluded
at
other
windows
pours
in
rich
,
lavish
,
overflowing
like
the
summer
plenty
in
the
land
.
Then
do
the
frozen
Dedlocks
thaw
.
Strange
movements
come
upon
their
features
as
the
shadows
of
leaves
play
there
.
A
dense
justice
in
a
corner
is
beguiled
into
a
wink
.
A
staring
baronet
,
with
a
truncheon
,
gets
a
dimple
in
his
chin
.
Down
into
the
bosom
of
a
stony
shepherdess
there
steals
a
fleck
of
light
and
warmth
that
would
have
done
it
good
a
hundred
years
ago
.
One
ancestress
of
Volumnia
,
in
high
-
heeled
shoes
,
very
like
her
—
casting
the
shadow
of
that
virgin
event
before
her
full
two
centuries
—
shoots
out
into
a
halo
and
becomes
a
saint
.
A
maid
of
honour
of
the
court
of
Charles
the
Second
,
with
large
round
eyes
(
and
other
charms
to
correspond
)
,
seems
to
bathe
in
glowing
water
,
and
it
ripples
as
it
glows
.
But
the
fire
of
the
sun
is
dying
.
Even
now
the
floor
is
dusky
,
and
shadow
slowly
mounts
the
walls
,
bringing
the
Dedlocks
down
like
age
and
death
.
And
now
,
upon
my
Lady
’
s
picture
over
the
great
chimney
-
piece
,
a
weird
shade
falls
from
some
old
tree
,
that
turns
it
pale
,
and
flutters
it
,
and
looks
as
if
a
great
arm
held
a
veil
or
hood
,
watching
an
opportunity
to
draw
it
over
her
.
Higher
and
darker
rises
shadow
on
the
wall
—
now
a
red
gloom
on
the
ceiling
—
now
the
fire
is
out
.
All
that
prospect
,
which
from
the
terrace
looked
so
near
,
has
moved
solemnly
away
and
changed
—
not
the
first
nor
the
last
of
beautiful
things
that
look
so
near
and
will
so
change
—
into
a
distant
phantom
.
Light
mists
arise
,
and
the
dew
falls
,
and
all
the
sweet
scents
in
the
garden
are
heavy
in
the
air
.
Now
the
woods
settle
into
great
masses
as
if
they
were
each
one
profound
tree
.
And
now
the
moon
rises
to
separate
them
,
and
to
glimmer
here
and
there
in
horizontal
lines
behind
their
stems
,
and
to
make
the
avenue
a
pavement
of
light
among
high
cathedral
arches
fantastically
broken
.
Now
the
moon
is
high
;
and
the
great
house
,
needing
habitation
more
than
ever
,
is
like
a
body
without
life
.
Now
it
is
even
awful
,
stealing
through
it
,
to
think
of
the
live
people
who
have
slept
in
the
solitary
bedrooms
,
to
say
nothing
of
the
dead
.
Now
is
the
time
for
shadow
,
when
every
corner
is
a
cavern
and
every
downward
step
a
pit
,
when
the
stained
glass
is
reflected
in
pale
and
faded
hues
upon
the
floors
,
when
anything
and
everything
can
be
made
of
the
heavy
staircase
beams
excepting
their
own
proper
shapes
,
when
the
armour
has
dull
lights
upon
it
not
easily
to
be
distinguished
from
stealthy
movement
,
and
when
barred
helmets
are
frightfully
suggestive
of
heads
inside
.
But
of
all
the
shadows
in
Chesney
Wold
,
the
shadow
in
the
long
drawing
-
room
upon
my
Lady
’
s
picture
is
the
first
to
come
,
the
last
to
be
disturbed
.
At
this
hour
and
by
this
light
it
changes
into
threatening
hands
raised
up
and
menacing
the
handsome
face
with
every
breath
that
stirs
.
"
She
is
not
well
,
ma
’
am
,
"
says
a
groom
in
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
’
s
audience
-
chamber
.
"
My
Lady
not
well
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
Why
,
my
Lady
has
been
but
poorly
,
ma
’
am
,
since
she
was
last
here
—
I
don
’
t
mean
with
the
family
,
ma
’
am
,
but
when
she
was
here
as
a
bird
of
passage
like
.
My
Lady
has
not
been
out
much
,
for
her
,
and
has
kept
her
room
a
good
deal
.
"
"
Chesney
Wold
,
Thomas
,
"
rejoins
the
housekeeper
with
proud
complacency
,
"
will
set
my
Lady
up
!
There
is
no
finer
air
and
no
healthier
soil
in
the
world
!
"
Thomas
may
have
his
own
personal
opinions
on
this
subject
,
probably
hints
them
in
his
manner
of
smoothing
his
sleek
head
from
the
nape
of
his
neck
to
his
temples
,
but
he
forbears
to
express
them
further
and
retires
to
the
servants
’
hall
to
regale
on
cold
meat
-
pie
and
ale
.
This
groom
is
the
pilot
-
fish
before
the
nobler
shark
.
Next
evening
,
down
come
Sir
Leicester
and
my
Lady
with
their
largest
retinue
,
and
down
come
the
cousins
and
others
from
all
the
points
of
the
compass
.
Thenceforth
for
some
weeks
backward
and
forward
rush
mysterious
men
with
no
names
,
who
fly
about
all
those
particular
parts
of
the
country
on
which
Doodle
is
at
present
throwing
himself
in
an
auriferous
and
malty
shower
,
but
who
are
merely
persons
of
a
restless
disposition
and
never
do
anything
anywhere
.
On
these
national
occasions
Sir
Leicester
finds
the
cousins
useful
.
A
better
man
than
the
Honourable
Bob
Stables
to
meet
the
Hunt
at
dinner
,
there
could
not
possibly
be
.
Better
got
up
gentlemen
than
the
other
cousins
to
ride
over
to
polling
-
booths
and
hustings
here
and
there
,
and
show
themselves
on
the
side
of
England
,
it
would
be
hard
to
find
.
Volumnia
is
a
little
dim
,
but
she
is
of
the
true
descent
;
and
there
are
many
who
appreciate
her
sprightly
conversation
,
her
French
conundrums
so
old
as
to
have
become
in
the
cycles
of
time
almost
new
again
,
the
honour
of
taking
the
fair
Dedlock
in
to
dinner
,
or
even
the
privilege
of
her
hand
in
the
dance
.
On
these
national
occasions
dancing
may
be
a
patriotic
service
,
and
Volumnia
is
constantly
seen
hopping
about
for
the
good
of
an
ungrateful
and
unpensioning
country
.
My
Lady
takes
no
great
pains
to
entertain
the
numerous
guests
,
and
being
still
unwell
,
rarely
appears
until
late
in
the
day
.
But
at
all
the
dismal
dinners
,
leaden
lunches
,
basilisk
balls
,
and
other
melancholy
pageants
,
her
mere
appearance
is
a
relief
.
As
to
Sir
Leicester
,
he
conceives
it
utterly
impossible
that
anything
can
be
wanting
,
in
any
direction
,
by
any
one
who
has
the
good
fortune
to
be
received
under
that
roof
;
and
in
a
state
of
sublime
satisfaction
,
he
moves
among
the
company
,
a
magnificent
refrigerator
.
Daily
the
cousins
trot
through
dust
and
canter
over
roadside
turf
,
away
to
hustings
and
polling
-
booths
(
with
leather
gloves
and
hunting
-
whips
for
the
counties
and
kid
gloves
and
riding
-
canes
for
the
boroughs
)
,
and
daily
bring
back
reports
on
which
Sir
Leicester
holds
forth
after
dinner
.
Daily
the
restless
men
who
have
no
occupation
in
life
present
the
appearance
of
being
rather
busy
.
Daily
Volumnia
has
a
little
cousinly
talk
with
Sir
Leicester
on
the
state
of
the
nation
,
from
which
Sir
Leicester
is
disposed
to
conclude
that
Volumnia
is
a
more
reflecting
woman
than
he
had
thought
her
.
"
How
are
we
getting
on
?
"
says
Miss
Volumnia
,
clasping
her
hands
.
"
ARE
we
safe
?
"
The
mighty
business
is
nearly
over
by
this
time
,
and
Doodle
will
throw
himself
off
the
country
in
a
few
days
more
.
Sir
Leicester
has
just
appeared
in
the
long
drawing
-
room
after
dinner
,
a
bright
particular
star
surrounded
by
clouds
of
cousins
.
"
Volumnia
,
"
replies
Sir
Leicester
,
who
has
a
list
in
his
hand
,
"
we
are
doing
tolerably
.
"
"
Only
tolerably
!
"
Although
it
is
summer
weather
,
Sir
Leicester
always
has
his
own
particular
fire
in
the
evening
.
He
takes
his
usual
screened
seat
near
it
and
repeats
with
much
firmness
and
a
little
displeasure
,
as
who
should
say
,
I
am
not
a
common
man
,
and
when
I
say
tolerably
,
it
must
not
be
understood
as
a
common
expression
,
"
Volumnia
,
we
are
doing
tolerably
.
"
"
At
least
there
is
no
opposition
to
YOU
,
"
Volumnia
asserts
with
confidence
.
"
No
,
Volumnia
.
This
distracted
country
has
lost
its
senses
in
many
respects
,
I
grieve
to
say
,
but
—
"
"
It
is
not
so
mad
as
that
.
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
!
"
Volumnia
’
s
finishing
the
sentence
restores
her
to
favour
.
Sir
Leicester
,
with
a
gracious
inclination
of
his
head
,
seems
to
say
to
himself
,
"
A
sensible
woman
this
,
on
the
whole
,
though
occasionally
precipitate
.
"
In
fact
,
as
to
this
question
of
opposition
,
the
fair
Dedlock
’
s
observation
was
superfluous
,
Sir
Leicester
on
these
occasions
always
delivering
in
his
own
candidateship
,
as
a
kind
of
handsome
wholesale
order
to
be
promptly
executed
.
Two
other
little
seats
that
belong
to
him
he
treats
as
retail
orders
of
less
importance
,
merely
sending
down
the
men
and
signifying
to
the
tradespeople
,
"
You
will
have
the
goodness
to
make
these
materials
into
two
members
of
Parliament
and
to
send
them
home
when
done
.
"
"
I
regret
to
say
,
Volumnia
,
that
in
many
places
the
people
have
shown
a
bad
spirit
,
and
that
this
opposition
to
the
government
has
been
of
a
most
determined
and
most
implacable
description
.
"
"
W
-
r
-
retches
!
"
says
Volumnia
.
"
Even
,
"
proceeds
Sir
Leicester
,
glancing
at
the
circumjacent
cousins
on
sofas
and
ottomans
,
"
even
in
many
—
in
fact
,
in
most
—
of
those
places
in
which
the
government
has
carried
it
against
a
faction
—
"
(
Note
,
by
the
way
,
that
the
Coodleites
are
always
a
faction
with
the
Doodleites
,
and
that
the
Doodleites
occupy
exactly
the
same
position
towards
the
Coodleites
.
)
"
—
Even
in
them
I
am
shocked
,
for
the
credit
of
Englishmen
,
to
be
constrained
to
inform
you
that
the
party
has
not
triumphed
without
being
put
to
an
enormous
expense
.
Hundreds
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
,
eyeing
the
cousins
with
increasing
dignity
and
swelling
indignation
,
"
hundreds
of
thousands
of
pounds
!
"
If
Volumnia
have
a
fault
,
it
is
the
fault
of
being
a
trifle
too
innocent
,
seeing
that
the
innocence
which
would
go
extremely
well
with
a
sash
and
tucker
is
a
little
out
of
keeping
with
the
rouge
and
pearl
necklace
.
Howbeit
,
impelled
by
innocence
,
she
asks
,
"
What
for
?
"
"
Volumnia
,
"
remonstrates
Sir
Leicester
with
his
utmost
severity
.
"
Volumnia
!
"
"
No
,
no
,
I
don
’
t
mean
what
for
,
"
cries
Volumnia
with
her
favourite
little
scream
.
"
How
stupid
I
am
!
I
mean
what
a
pity
!
"
"
I
am
glad
,
"
returns
Sir
Leicester
,
"
that
you
do
mean
what
a
pity
.
"
Volumnia
hastens
to
express
her
opinion
that
the
shocking
people
ought
to
be
tried
as
traitors
and
made
to
support
the
party
.
"
I
am
glad
,
Volumnia
,
"
repeats
Sir
Leicester
,
unmindful
of
these
mollifying
sentiments
,
"
that
you
do
mean
what
a
pity
.
It
is
disgraceful
to
the
electors
.
But
as
you
,
though
inadvertently
and
without
intending
so
unreasonable
a
question
,
asked
me
’
what
for
?
’
let
me
reply
to
you
.
For
necessary
expenses
.
And
I
trust
to
your
good
sense
,
Volumnia
,
not
to
pursue
the
subject
,
here
or
elsewhere
.
"
Sir
Leicester
feels
it
incumbent
on
him
to
observe
a
crushing
aspect
towards
Volumnia
because
it
is
whispered
abroad
that
these
necessary
expenses
will
,
in
some
two
hundred
election
petitions
,
be
unpleasantly
connected
with
the
word
bribery
,
and
because
some
graceless
jokers
have
consequently
suggested
the
omission
from
the
Church
service
of
the
ordinary
supplication
in
behalf
of
the
High
Court
of
Parliament
and
have
recommended
instead
that
the
prayers
of
the
congregation
be
requested
for
six
hundred
and
fifty
-
eight
gentlemen
in
a
very
unhealthy
state
.
"
I
suppose
,
"
observes
Volumnia
,
having
taken
a
little
time
to
recover
her
spirits
after
her
late
castigation
,
"
I
suppose
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
has
been
worked
to
death
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
,
opening
his
eyes
,
"
why
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
should
be
worked
to
death
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
engagements
may
be
.
He
is
not
a
candidate
.
"
Volumnia
had
thought
he
might
have
been
employed
.
Sir
Leicester
could
desire
to
know
by
whom
,
and
what
for
.
Volumnia
,
abashed
again
,
suggests
,
by
somebody
—
to
advise
and
make
arrangements
.
Sir
Leicester
is
not
aware
that
any
client
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
has
been
in
need
of
his
assistance
.
Lady
Dedlock
,
seated
at
an
open
window
with
her
arm
upon
its
cushioned
ledge
and
looking
out
at
the
evening
shadows
falling
on
the
park
,
has
seemed
to
attend
since
the
lawyer
’
s
name
was
mentioned
.
A
languid
cousin
with
a
moustache
in
a
state
of
extreme
debility
now
observes
from
his
couch
that
man
told
him
ya
’
as
’
dy
that
Tulkinghorn
had
gone
down
t
’
that
iron
place
t
’
give
legal
’
pinion
’
bout
something
,
and
that
contest
being
over
t
’
day
,
’
twould
be
highly
jawlly
thing
if
Tulkinghorn
should
’
pear
with
news
that
Coodle
man
was
floored
.
Mercury
in
attendance
with
coffee
informs
Sir
Leicester
,
hereupon
,
that
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
has
arrived
and
is
taking
dinner
.
My
Lady
turns
her
head
inward
for
the
moment
,
then
looks
out
again
as
before
.
Volumnia
is
charmed
to
hear
that
her
delight
is
come
.
He
is
so
original
,
such
a
stolid
creature
,
such
an
immense
being
for
knowing
all
sorts
of
things
and
never
telling
them
!
Volumnia
is
persuaded
that
he
must
be
a
Freemason
.
Is
sure
he
is
at
the
head
of
a
lodge
,
and
wears
short
aprons
,
and
is
made
a
perfect
idol
of
with
candlesticks
and
trowels
.
These
lively
remarks
the
fair
Dedlock
delivers
in
her
youthful
manner
,
while
making
a
purse
.
"
He
has
not
been
here
once
,
"
she
adds
,
"
since
I
came
.
I
really
had
some
thoughts
of
breaking
my
heart
for
the
inconstant
creature
.
I
had
almost
made
up
my
mind
that
he
was
dead
.
"
It
may
be
the
gathering
gloom
of
evening
,
or
it
may
be
the
darker
gloom
within
herself
,
but
a
shade
is
on
my
Lady
’
s
face
,
as
if
she
thought
,
"
I
would
he
were
!
"
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
,
"
is
always
welcome
here
and
always
discreet
wheresoever
he
is
.
A
very
valuable
person
,
and
deservedly
respected
.
"
The
debilitated
cousin
supposes
he
is
"
’
normously
rich
fler
.
"
"
He
has
a
stake
in
the
country
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
,
"
I
have
no
doubt
.
