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He
is
,
of
course
,
handsomely
paid
,
and
he
associates
almost
on
a
footing
of
equality
with
the
highest
society
.
"
Everybody
starts
.
For
a
gun
is
fired
close
by
.
"
Good
gracious
,
what
’
s
that
?
"
cries
Volumnia
with
her
little
withered
scream
.
"
A
rat
,
"
says
my
Lady
.
"
And
they
have
shot
him
.
"
Enter
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
followed
by
Mercuries
with
lamps
and
candles
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
,
"
I
think
not
.
My
Lady
,
do
you
object
to
the
twilight
?
"
On
the
contrary
,
my
Lady
prefers
it
.
"
Volumnia
?
"
Oh
!
Nothing
is
so
delicious
to
Volumnia
as
to
sit
and
talk
in
the
dark
.
"
Then
take
them
away
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
.
"
Tulkinghorn
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
How
do
you
do
?
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
with
his
usual
leisurely
ease
advances
,
renders
his
passing
homage
to
my
Lady
,
shakes
Sir
Leicester
’
s
hand
,
and
subsides
into
the
chair
proper
to
him
when
he
has
anything
to
communicate
,
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
Baronet
’
s
little
newspaper
-
table
.
Sir
Leicester
is
apprehensive
that
my
Lady
,
not
being
very
well
,
will
take
cold
at
that
open
window
.
My
Lady
is
obliged
to
him
,
but
would
rather
sit
there
for
the
air
.
Sir
Leicester
rises
,
adjusts
her
scarf
about
her
,
and
returns
to
his
seat
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
in
the
meanwhile
takes
a
pinch
of
snuff
.
"
Now
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
.
"
How
has
that
contest
gone
?
"
"
Oh
,
hollow
from
the
beginning
.
Not
a
chance
.
They
have
brought
in
both
their
people
.
You
are
beaten
out
of
all
reason
.
Three
to
one
.
"
It
is
a
part
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
policy
and
mastery
to
have
no
political
opinions
;
indeed
,
NO
opinions
.
Therefore
he
says
"
you
"
are
beaten
,
and
not
"
we
.
"
Sir
Leicester
is
majestically
wroth
.
Volumnia
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
.
’
The
debilitated
cousin
holds
that
it
’
s
sort
of
thing
that
’
s
sure
tapn
slongs
votes
—
giv
’
n
—
Mob
.
"
It
’
s
the
place
,
you
know
,
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
goes
on
to
say
in
the
fast
-
increasing
darkness
when
there
is
silence
again
,
"
where
they
wanted
to
put
up
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
’
s
son
.
"
"
A
proposal
which
,
as
you
correctly
informed
me
at
the
time
,
he
had
the
becoming
taste
and
perception
,
"
observes
Sir
Leicester
,
"
to
decline
.
I
cannot
say
that
I
by
any
means
approve
of
the
sentiments
expressed
by
Mr
.
Rouncewell
when
he
was
here
for
some
half
-
hour
in
this
room
,
but
there
was
a
sense
of
propriety
in
his
decision
which
I
am
glad
to
acknowledge
.
"
"
Ha
!
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
It
did
not
prevent
him
from
being
very
active
in
this
election
,
though
.
"
Sir
Leicester
is
distinctly
heard
to
gasp
before
speaking
.
"
Did
I
understand
you
?
Did
you
say
that
Mr
.
Rouncewell
had
been
very
active
in
this
election
?
"
"
Uncommonly
active
.
"
"
Against
—
"
"
Oh
,
dear
yes
,
against
you
.
He
is
a
very
good
speaker
.
Plain
and
emphatic
.
He
made
a
damaging
effect
,
and
has
great
influence
.
In
the
business
part
of
the
proceedings
he
carried
all
before
him
.
"
It
is
evident
to
the
whole
company
,
though
nobody
can
see
him
,
that
Sir
Leicester
is
staring
majestically
.
"
And
he
was
much
assisted
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
as
a
wind
-
up
,
"
by
his
son
.
"
"
By
his
son
,
sir
?
"
repeats
Sir
Leicester
with
awful
politeness
.
"
By
his
son
.
"
"
The
son
who
wished
to
marry
the
young
woman
in
my
Lady
’
s
service
?
"
"
That
son
.
He
has
but
one
.
"
"
Then
upon
my
honour
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
after
a
terrific
pause
during
which
he
has
been
heard
to
snort
and
felt
to
stare
,
"
then
upon
my
honour
,
upon
my
life
,
upon
my
reputation
and
principles
,
the
floodgates
of
society
are
burst
open
,
and
the
waters
have
—
a
—
obliterated
the
landmarks
of
the
framework
of
the
cohesion
by
which
things
are
held
together
!
"
General
burst
of
cousinly
indignation
.
Volumnia
thinks
it
is
really
high
time
,
you
know
,
for
somebody
in
power
to
step
in
and
do
something
strong
.
Debilitated
cousin
thinks
—
country
’
s
going
—
Dayvle
—
steeple
-
chase
pace
.
"
I
beg
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
in
a
breathless
condition
,
"
that
we
may
not
comment
further
on
this
circumstance
.
Comment
is
superfluous
.
My
Lady
,
let
me
suggest
in
reference
to
that
young
woman
—
"
"
I
have
no
intention
,
"
observes
my
Lady
from
her
window
in
a
low
but
decided
tone
,
"
of
parting
with
her
.
"
"
That
was
not
my
meaning
,
"
returns
Sir
Leicester
.
"
I
am
glad
to
hear
you
say
so
.
I
would
suggest
that
as
you
think
her
worthy
of
your
patronage
,
you
should
exert
your
influence
to
keep
her
from
these
dangerous
hands
.
You
might
show
her
what
violence
would
be
done
in
such
association
to
her
duties
and
principles
,
and
you
might
preserve
her
for
a
better
fate
.
You
might
point
out
to
her
that
she
probably
would
,
in
good
time
,
find
a
husband
at
Chesney
Wold
by
whom
she
would
not
be
—
"
Sir
Leicester
adds
,
after
a
moment
’
s
consideration
,
"
dragged
from
the
altars
of
her
forefathers
.
"
These
remarks
he
offers
with
his
unvarying
politeness
and
deference
when
he
addresses
himself
to
his
wife
.
She
merely
moves
her
head
in
reply
.
The
moon
is
rising
,
and
where
she
sits
there
is
a
little
stream
of
cold
pale
light
,
in
which
her
head
is
seen
.
"
It
is
worthy
of
remark
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
however
,
that
these
people
are
,
in
their
way
,
very
proud
.
"
"
Proud
?
"
Sir
Leicester
doubts
his
hearing
.
"
I
should
not
be
surprised
if
they
all
voluntarily
abandoned
the
girl
—
yes
,
lover
and
all
—
instead
of
her
abandoning
them
,
supposing
she
remained
at
Chesney
Wold
under
such
circumstances
.
"
"
Well
!
"
says
Sir
Leicester
tremulously
.
"
Well
!
You
should
know
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
You
have
been
among
them
.
"
"
Really
,
Sir
Leicester
,
"
returns
the
lawyer
,
"
I
state
the
fact
.
Why
,
I
could
tell
you
a
story
—
with
Lady
Dedlock
’
s
permission
.
"
Her
head
concedes
it
,
and
Volumnia
is
enchanted
.
A
story
!
Oh
,
he
is
going
to
tell
something
at
last
!
A
ghost
in
it
,
Volumnia
hopes
?
"
No
.
Real
flesh
and
blood
.
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
stops
for
an
instant
and
repeats
with
some
little
emphasis
grafted
upon
his
usual
monotony
,
"
Real
flesh
and
blood
,
Miss
Dedlock
.
Sir
Leicester
,
these
particulars
have
only
lately
become
known
to
me
.
They
are
very
brief
.
They
exemplify
what
I
have
said
.
I
suppress
names
for
the
present
.
Lady
Dedlock
will
not
think
me
ill
-
bred
,
I
hope
?
"
By
the
light
of
the
fire
,
which
is
low
,
he
can
be
seen
looking
towards
the
moonlight
.
By
the
light
of
the
moon
Lady
Dedlock
can
be
seen
,
perfectly
still
.
"
A
townsman
of
this
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
,
a
man
in
exactly
parallel
circumstances
as
I
am
told
,
had
the
good
fortune
to
have
a
daughter
who
attracted
the
notice
of
a
great
lady
.
I
speak
of
really
a
great
lady
,
not
merely
great
to
him
,
but
married
to
a
gentleman
of
your
condition
,
Sir
Leicester
.
"
Sir
Leicester
condescendingly
says
,
"
Yes
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
implying
that
then
she
must
have
appeared
of
very
considerable
moral
dimensions
indeed
in
the
eyes
of
an
iron
-
master
.
"
The
lady
was
wealthy
and
beautiful
,
and
had
a
liking
for
the
girl
,
and
treated
her
with
great
kindness
,
and
kept
her
always
near
her
.
Now
this
lady
preserved
a
secret
under
all
her
greatness
,
which
she
had
preserved
for
many
years
.
In
fact
,
she
had
in
early
life
been
engaged
to
marry
a
young
rake
—
he
was
a
captain
in
the
army
—
nothing
connected
with
whom
came
to
any
good
.
She
never
did
marry
him
,
but
she
gave
birth
to
a
child
of
which
he
was
the
father
.
"
By
the
light
of
the
fire
he
can
be
seen
looking
towards
the
moonlight
.
By
the
moonlight
,
Lady
Dedlock
can
be
seen
in
profile
,
perfectly
still
.
"
The
captain
in
the
army
being
dead
,
she
believed
herself
safe
;
but
a
train
of
circumstances
with
which
I
need
not
trouble
you
led
to
discovery
.
As
I
received
the
story
,
they
began
in
an
imprudence
on
her
own
part
one
day
when
she
was
taken
by
surprise
,
which
shows
how
difficult
it
is
for
the
firmest
of
us
(
she
was
very
firm
)
to
be
always
guarded
.
There
was
great
domestic
trouble
and
amazement
,
you
may
suppose
;
I
leave
you
to
imagine
,
Sir
Leicester
,
the
husband
’
s
grief
.
But
that
is
not
the
present
point
.
When
Mr
.
Rouncewell
’
s
townsman
heard
of
the
disclosure
,
he
no
more
allowed
the
girl
to
be
patronized
and
honoured
than
he
would
have
suffered
her
to
be
trodden
underfoot
before
his
eyes
.
Such
was
his
pride
,
that
he
indignantly
took
her
away
,
as
if
from
reproach
and
disgrace
He
had
no
sense
of
the
honour
done
him
and
his
daughter
by
the
lady
’
s
condescension
;
not
the
least
.
He
resented
the
girl
’
s
position
,
as
if
the
lady
had
been
the
commonest
of
commoners
.
That
is
the
story
.
I
hope
Lady
Dedlock
will
excuse
its
painful
nature
.
"
There
are
various
opinions
on
the
merits
,
more
or
less
conflicting
with
Volumnia
’
s
.
That
fair
young
creature
cannot
believe
there
ever
was
any
such
lady
and
rejects
the
whole
history
on
the
threshold
.
The
majority
incline
to
the
debilitated
cousin
’
s
sentiment
,
which
is
in
few
words
—
"
no
business
—
Rouncewell
’
s
fernal
townsman
.
"
Sir
Leicester
generally
refers
back
in
his
mind
to
Wat
Tyler
and
arranges
a
sequence
of
events
on
a
plan
of
his
own
.
There
is
not
much
conversation
in
all
,
for
late
hours
have
been
kept
at
Chesney
Wold
since
the
necessary
expenses
elsewhere
began
,
and
this
is
the
first
night
in
many
on
which
the
family
have
been
alone
.
It
is
past
ten
when
Sir
Leicester
begs
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
to
ring
for
candles
.
Then
the
stream
of
moonlight
has
swelled
into
a
lake
,
and
then
Lady
Dedlock
for
the
first
time
moves
,
and
rises
,
and
comes
forward
to
a
table
for
a
glass
of
water
.
Winking
cousins
,
bat
-
like
in
the
candle
glare
,
crowd
round
to
give
it
;
Volumnia
(
always
ready
for
something
better
if
procurable
)
takes
another
,
a
very
mild
sip
of
which
contents
her
;
Lady
Dedlock
,
graceful
,
self
-
possessed
,
looked
after
by
admiring
eyes
,
passes
away
slowly
down
the
long
perspective
by
the
side
of
that
nymph
,
not
at
all
improving
her
as
a
question
of
contrast
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
arrives
in
his
turret
-
room
a
little
breathed
by
the
journey
up
,
though
leisurely
performed
.
There
is
an
expression
on
his
face
as
if
he
had
discharged
his
mind
of
some
grave
matter
and
were
,
in
his
close
way
,
satisfied
.
To
say
of
a
man
so
severely
and
strictly
self
-
repressed
that
he
is
triumphant
would
be
to
do
him
as
great
an
injustice
as
to
suppose
him
troubled
with
love
or
sentiment
or
any
romantic
weakness
.
He
is
sedately
satisfied
.
Perhaps
there
is
a
rather
increased
sense
of
power
upon
him
as
he
loosely
grasps
one
of
his
veinous
wrists
with
his
other
hand
and
holding
it
behind
his
back
walks
noiselessly
up
and
down
.
There
is
a
capacious
writing
-
table
in
the
room
on
which
is
a
pretty
large
accumulation
of
papers
.
The
green
lamp
is
lighted
,
his
reading
-
glasses
lie
upon
the
desk
,
the
easy
-
chair
is
wheeled
up
to
it
,
and
it
would
seem
as
though
he
had
intended
to
bestow
an
hour
or
so
upon
these
claims
on
his
attention
before
going
to
bed
.
But
he
happens
not
to
be
in
a
business
mind
.
After
a
glance
at
the
documents
awaiting
his
notice
—
with
his
head
bent
low
over
the
table
,
the
old
man
’
s
sight
for
print
or
writing
being
defective
at
night
—
he
opens
the
French
window
and
steps
out
upon
the
leads
.
There
he
again
walks
slowly
up
and
down
in
the
same
attitude
,
subsiding
,
if
a
man
so
cool
may
have
any
need
to
subside
,
from
the
story
he
has
related
downstairs
.
The
time
was
once
when
men
as
knowing
as
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
would
walk
on
turret
-
tops
in
the
starlight
and
look
up
into
the
sky
to
read
their
fortunes
there
.
Hosts
of
stars
are
visible
to
-
night
,
though
their
brilliancy
is
eclipsed
by
the
splendour
of
the
moon
.
If
he
be
seeking
his
own
star
as
he
methodically
turns
and
turns
upon
the
leads
,
it
should
be
but
a
pale
one
to
be
so
rustily
represented
below
.
If
he
be
tracing
out
his
destiny
,
that
may
be
written
in
other
characters
nearer
to
his
hand
.
As
he
paces
the
leads
with
his
eyes
most
probably
as
high
above
his
thoughts
as
they
are
high
above
the
earth
,
he
is
suddenly
stopped
in
passing
the
window
by
two
eyes
that
meet
his
own
.
The
ceiling
of
his
room
is
rather
low
;
and
the
upper
part
of
the
door
,
which
is
opposite
the
window
,
is
of
glass
.
There
is
an
inner
baize
door
,
too
,
but
the
night
being
warm
he
did
not
close
it
when
he
came
upstairs
.
These
eyes
that
meet
his
own
are
looking
in
through
the
glass
from
the
corridor
outside
.
He
knows
them
well
.
The
blood
has
not
flushed
into
his
face
so
suddenly
and
redly
for
many
a
long
year
as
when
he
recognizes
Lady
Dedlock
.
He
steps
into
the
room
,
and
she
comes
in
too
,
closing
both
the
doors
behind
her
.
There
is
a
wild
disturbance
—
is
it
fear
or
anger
?
—
in
her
eyes
.
In
her
carriage
and
all
else
she
looks
as
she
looked
downstairs
two
hours
ago
.
Is
it
fear
or
is
it
anger
now
?
He
cannot
be
sure
.
Both
might
be
as
pale
,
both
as
intent
.
"
Lady
Dedlock
?
"
She
does
not
speak
at
first
,
nor
even
when
she
has
slowly
dropped
into
the
easy
-
chair
by
the
table
.
They
look
at
each
other
,
like
two
pictures
.
"
Why
have
you
told
my
story
to
so
many
persons
?
"
"
Lady
Dedlock
,
it
was
necessary
for
me
to
inform
you
that
I
knew
it
.
"
"
How
long
have
you
known
it
?
"
"
I
have
suspected
it
a
long
while
—
fully
known
it
a
little
while
.
"
"
Months
?
"
"
Days
.
"
He
stands
before
her
with
one
hand
on
a
chair
-
back
and
the
other
in
his
old
-
fashioned
waistcoat
and
shirt
-
frill
,
exactly
as
he
has
stood
before
her
at
any
time
since
her
marriage
.
The
same
formal
politeness
,
the
same
composed
deference
that
might
as
well
be
defiance
;
the
whole
man
the
same
dark
,
cold
object
,
at
the
same
distance
,
which
nothing
has
ever
diminished
.
"
Is
this
true
concerning
the
poor
girl
?
"
He
slightly
inclines
and
advances
his
head
as
not
quite
understanding
the
question
.
"
You
know
what
you
related
.
Is
it
true
?
Do
her
friends
know
my
story
also
?
Is
it
the
town
-
talk
yet
?
Is
it
chalked
upon
the
walls
and
cried
in
the
streets
?
"
So
!
Anger
,
and
fear
,
and
shame
.
All
three
contending
.
What
power
this
woman
has
to
keep
these
raging
passions
down
!
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
thoughts
take
such
form
as
he
looks
at
her
,
with
his
ragged
grey
eyebrows
a
hair
’
s
breadth
more
contracted
than
usual
under
her
gaze
.
"
No
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
That
was
a
hypothetical
case
,
arising
out
of
Sir
Leicester
’
s
unconsciously
carrying
the
matter
with
so
high
a
hand
.
But
it
would
be
a
real
case
if
they
knew
—
what
we
know
.
"
"
Then
they
do
not
know
it
yet
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Can
I
save
the
poor
girl
from
injury
before
they
know
it
?
"
"
Really
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
replies
,
"
I
cannot
give
a
satisfactory
opinion
on
that
point
.
"
And
he
thinks
,
with
the
interest
of
attentive
curiosity
,
as
he
watches
the
struggle
in
her
breast
,
"
The
power
and
force
of
this
woman
are
astonishing
!
"
"
Sir
,
"
she
says
,
for
the
moment
obliged
to
set
her
lips
with
all
the
energy
she
has
,
that
she
may
speak
distinctly
,
"
I
will
make
it
plainer
.
I
do
not
dispute
your
hypothetical
case
.
I
anticipated
it
,
and
felt
its
truth
as
strongly
as
you
can
do
,
when
I
saw
Mr
.
Rouncewell
here
.
I
knew
very
well
that
if
he
could
have
had
the
power
of
seeing
me
as
I
was
,
he
would
consider
the
poor
girl
tarnished
by
having
for
a
moment
been
,
although
most
innocently
,
the
subject
of
my
great
and
distinguished
patronage
.
But
I
have
an
interest
in
her
,
or
I
should
rather
say
—
no
longer
belonging
to
this
place
—
I
had
,
and
if
you
can
find
so
much
consideration
for
the
woman
under
your
foot
as
to
remember
that
,
she
will
be
very
sensible
of
your
mercy
.
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
profoundly
attentive
,
throws
this
off
with
a
shrug
of
self
-
depreciation
and
contracts
his
eyebrows
a
little
more
.
"
You
have
prepared
me
for
my
exposure
,
and
I
thank
you
for
that
too
.
Is
there
anything
that
you
require
of
me
?
Is
there
any
claim
that
I
can
release
or
any
charge
or
trouble
that
I
can
spare
my
husband
in
obtaining
HIS
release
by
certifying
to
the
exactness
of
your
discovery
?
I
will
write
anything
,
here
and
now
,
that
you
will
dictate
.
I
am
ready
to
do
it
.
"
And
she
would
do
it
,
thinks
the
lawyer
,
watchful
of
the
firm
hand
with
which
she
takes
the
pen
!
"
I
will
not
trouble
you
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
Pray
spare
yourself
.
"
"
I
have
long
expected
this
,
as
you
know
.
I
neither
wish
to
spare
myself
nor
to
be
spared
.
