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Bagnet
,
he
considers
to
have
been
his
most
powerful
ally
in
moving
the
heart
of
Mrs
.
Bucket
when
a
maiden
,
and
inducing
her
to
approach
the
altar
—
Mr
.
Bucket
’
s
own
words
are
"
to
come
up
to
the
scratch
.
"
This
sparkling
stranger
is
such
a
new
and
agreeable
feature
in
the
evening
that
Mr
.
George
,
who
testified
no
great
emotions
of
pleasure
on
his
entrance
,
begins
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
to
be
rather
proud
of
him
.
He
is
so
friendly
,
is
a
man
of
so
many
resources
,
and
so
easy
to
get
on
with
,
that
it
is
something
to
have
made
him
known
there
.
Mr
.
Bagnet
becomes
,
after
another
pipe
,
so
sensible
of
the
value
of
his
acquaintance
that
he
solicits
the
honour
of
his
company
on
the
old
girl
’
s
next
birthday
.
If
anything
can
more
closely
cement
and
consolidate
the
esteem
which
Mr
.
Bucket
has
formed
for
the
family
,
it
is
the
discovery
of
the
nature
of
the
occasion
.
He
drinks
to
Mrs
.
Bagnet
with
a
warmth
approaching
to
rapture
,
engages
himself
for
that
day
twelvemonth
more
than
thankfully
,
makes
a
memorandum
of
the
day
in
a
large
black
pocket
-
book
with
a
girdle
to
it
,
and
breathes
a
hope
that
Mrs
.
Bucket
and
Mrs
.
Bagnet
may
before
then
become
,
in
a
manner
,
sisters
.
As
he
says
himself
,
what
is
public
life
without
private
ties
?
He
is
in
his
humble
way
a
public
man
,
but
it
is
not
in
that
sphere
that
he
finds
happiness
.
No
,
it
must
be
sought
within
the
confines
of
domestic
bliss
.
It
is
natural
,
under
these
circumstances
,
that
he
,
in
his
turn
,
should
remember
the
friend
to
whom
he
is
indebted
for
so
promising
an
acquaintance
.
And
he
does
.
He
keeps
very
close
to
him
.
Whatever
the
subject
of
the
conversation
,
he
keeps
a
tender
eye
upon
him
.
He
waits
to
walk
home
with
him
.
He
is
interested
in
his
very
boots
and
observes
even
them
attentively
as
Mr
.
George
sits
smoking
cross
-
legged
in
the
chimney
-
corner
.
At
length
Mr
.
George
rises
to
depart
.
At
the
same
moment
Mr
.
Bucket
,
with
the
secret
sympathy
of
friendship
,
also
rises
.
He
dotes
upon
the
children
to
the
last
and
remembers
the
commission
he
has
undertaken
for
an
absent
friend
.
"
Respecting
that
second
-
hand
wiolinceller
,
governor
—
could
you
recommend
me
such
a
thing
?
"
"
Scores
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bagnet
.
"
I
am
obliged
to
you
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
,
squeezing
his
hand
.
"
You
’
re
a
friend
in
need
.
A
good
tone
,
mind
you
!
My
friend
is
a
regular
dab
at
it
.
Ecod
,
he
saws
away
at
Mozart
and
Handel
and
the
rest
of
the
big
-
wigs
like
a
thorough
workman
.
And
you
needn
’
t
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
in
a
considerate
and
private
voice
,
"
you
needn
’
t
commit
yourself
to
too
low
a
figure
,
governor
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
pay
too
large
a
price
for
my
friend
,
but
I
want
you
to
have
your
proper
percentage
and
be
remunerated
for
your
loss
of
time
.
That
is
but
fair
.
Every
man
must
live
,
and
ought
to
it
.
"
Mr
.
Bagnet
shakes
his
head
at
the
old
girl
to
the
effect
that
they
have
found
a
jewel
of
price
.
"
Suppose
I
was
to
give
you
a
look
in
,
say
,
at
half
arter
ten
to
-
morrow
morning
.
Perhaps
you
could
name
the
figures
of
a
few
wiolincellers
of
a
good
tone
?
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
.
Nothing
easier
.
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Bagnet
both
engage
to
have
the
requisite
information
ready
and
even
hint
to
each
other
at
the
practicability
of
having
a
small
stock
collected
there
for
approval
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
thank
you
.
Good
night
,
ma
’
am
.
Good
night
,
governor
.
Good
night
,
darlings
.
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
for
one
of
the
pleasantest
evenings
I
ever
spent
in
my
life
.
"
They
,
on
the
contrary
,
are
much
obliged
to
him
for
the
pleasure
he
has
given
them
in
his
company
;
and
so
they
part
with
many
expressions
of
goodwill
on
both
sides
.
"
Now
George
,
old
boy
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
taking
his
arm
at
the
shop
-
door
,
"
come
along
!
"
As
they
go
down
the
little
street
and
the
Bagnets
pause
for
a
minute
looking
after
them
,
Mrs
.
Bagnet
remarks
to
the
worthy
Lignum
that
Mr
.
Bucket
"
almost
clings
to
George
like
,
and
seems
to
be
really
fond
of
him
.
"
The
neighbouring
streets
being
narrow
and
ill
-
paved
,
it
is
a
little
inconvenient
to
walk
there
two
abreast
and
arm
in
arm
.
Mr
.
George
therefore
soon
proposes
to
walk
singly
.
But
Mr
.
Bucket
,
who
cannot
make
up
his
mind
to
relinquish
his
friendly
hold
,
replies
,
"
Wait
half
a
minute
,
George
.
I
should
wish
to
speak
to
you
first
.
"
Immediately
afterwards
,
he
twists
him
into
a
public
-
house
and
into
a
parlour
,
where
he
confronts
him
and
claps
his
own
back
against
the
door
.
"
Now
,
George
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
duty
is
duty
,
and
friendship
is
friendship
.
I
never
want
the
two
to
clash
if
I
can
help
it
.
I
have
endeavoured
to
make
things
pleasant
to
-
night
,
and
I
put
it
to
you
whether
I
have
done
it
or
not
.
You
must
consider
yourself
in
custody
,
George
.
"
"
Custody
?
What
for
?
"
returns
the
trooper
,
thunderstruck
.
"
Now
,
George
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
urging
a
sensible
view
of
the
case
upon
him
with
his
fat
forefinger
,
"
duty
,
as
you
know
very
well
,
is
one
thing
,
and
conversation
is
another
.
It
’
s
my
duty
to
inform
you
that
any
observations
you
may
make
will
be
liable
to
be
used
against
you
.
Therefore
,
George
,
be
careful
what
you
say
.
You
don
’
t
happen
to
have
heard
of
a
murder
?
"
"
Murder
!
"
"
Now
,
George
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
keeping
his
forefinger
in
an
impressive
state
of
action
,
"
bear
in
mind
what
I
’
ve
said
to
you
.
I
ask
you
nothing
.
You
’
ve
been
in
low
spirits
this
afternoon
.
I
say
,
you
don
’
t
happen
to
have
heard
of
a
murder
?
"
"
No
.
Where
has
there
been
a
murder
?
"
"
Now
,
George
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
don
’
t
you
go
and
commit
yourself
.
I
’
m
a
-
going
to
tell
you
what
I
want
you
for
.
There
has
been
a
murder
in
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
—
gentleman
of
the
name
of
Tulkinghorn
.
He
was
shot
last
night
.
I
want
you
for
that
.
"
The
trooper
sinks
upon
a
seat
behind
him
,
and
great
drops
start
out
upon
his
forehead
,
and
a
deadly
pallor
overspreads
his
face
.
"
Bucket
!
It
’
s
not
possible
that
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
has
been
killed
and
that
you
suspect
ME
?
"
"
George
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
,
keeping
his
forefinger
going
,
"
it
is
certainly
possible
,
because
it
’
s
the
case
.
This
deed
was
done
last
night
at
ten
o
’
clock
.
Now
,
you
know
where
you
were
last
night
at
ten
o
’
clock
,
and
you
’
ll
be
able
to
prove
it
,
no
doubt
.
"
"
Last
night
!
Last
night
?
"
repeats
the
trooper
thoughtfully
.
Then
it
flashes
upon
him
.
"
Why
,
great
heaven
,
I
was
there
last
night
!
"
"
So
I
have
understood
,
George
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
with
great
deliberation
.
"
So
I
have
understood
.
Likewise
you
’
ve
been
very
often
there
.
You
’
ve
been
seen
hanging
about
the
place
,
and
you
’
ve
been
heard
more
than
once
in
a
wrangle
with
him
,
and
it
’
s
possible
—
I
don
’
t
say
it
’
s
certainly
so
,
mind
you
,
but
it
’
s
possible
—
that
he
may
have
been
heard
to
call
you
a
threatening
,
murdering
,
dangerous
fellow
.
"
The
trooper
gasps
as
if
he
would
admit
it
all
if
he
could
speak
.
"
Now
,
George
,
"
continues
Mr
.
Bucket
,
putting
his
hat
upon
the
table
with
an
air
of
business
rather
in
the
upholstery
way
than
otherwise
,
"
my
wish
is
,
as
it
has
been
all
the
evening
,
to
make
things
pleasant
.
I
tell
you
plainly
there
’
s
a
reward
out
,
of
a
hundred
guineas
,
offered
by
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
You
and
me
have
always
been
pleasant
together
;
but
I
have
got
a
duty
to
discharge
;
and
if
that
hundred
guineas
is
to
be
made
,
it
may
as
well
be
made
by
me
as
any
other
man
.
On
all
of
which
accounts
,
I
should
hope
it
was
clear
to
you
that
I
must
have
you
,
and
that
I
’
m
damned
if
I
don
’
t
have
you
.
Am
I
to
call
in
any
assistance
,
or
is
the
trick
done
?
"
Mr
.
George
has
recovered
himself
and
stands
up
like
a
soldier
.
"
Come
,
"
he
says
;
"
I
am
ready
.
"
"
George
,
"
continues
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
wait
a
bit
!
"
With
his
upholsterer
manner
,
as
if
the
trooper
were
a
window
to
be
fitted
up
,
he
takes
from
his
pocket
a
pair
of
handcuffs
.
"
This
is
a
serious
charge
,
George
,
and
such
is
my
duty
.
"
The
trooper
flushes
angrily
and
hesitates
a
moment
,
but
holds
out
his
two
hands
,
clasped
together
,
and
says
,
"
There
!
Put
them
on
!
"
Mr
.
Bucket
adjusts
them
in
a
moment
"
How
do
you
find
them
?
Are
they
comfortable
?
If
not
,
say
so
,
for
I
wish
to
make
things
as
pleasant
as
is
consistent
with
my
duty
,
and
I
’
ve
got
another
pair
in
my
pocket
.
"
This
remark
he
offers
like
a
most
respectable
tradesman
anxious
to
execute
an
order
neatly
and
to
the
perfect
satisfaction
of
his
customer
.
"
They
’
ll
do
as
they
are
?
Very
well
!
Now
,
you
see
,
George
"
—
he
takes
a
cloak
from
a
corner
and
begins
adjusting
it
about
the
trooper
’
s
neck
—
"
I
was
mindful
of
your
feelings
when
I
come
out
,
and
brought
this
on
purpose
.
There
!
Who
’
s
the
wiser
?
"
"
Only
I
,
"
returns
the
trooper
,
"
but
as
I
know
it
,
do
me
one
more
good
turn
and
pull
my
hat
over
my
eyes
.
"
"
Really
,
though
!
Do
you
mean
it
?
Ain
’
t
it
a
pity
?
It
looks
so
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
look
chance
men
in
the
face
with
these
things
on
,
"
Mr
.
George
hurriedly
replies
.
"
Do
,
for
God
’
s
sake
,
pull
my
hat
forward
.
"
So
strongly
entreated
,
Mr
.
Bucket
complies
,
puts
his
own
hat
on
,
and
conducts
his
prize
into
the
streets
,
the
trooper
marching
on
as
steadily
as
usual
,
though
with
his
head
less
erect
,
and
Mr
.
Bucket
steering
him
with
his
elbow
over
the
crossings
and
up
the
turnings
.
It
happened
that
when
I
came
home
from
Deal
I
found
a
note
from
Caddy
Jellyby
(
as
we
always
continued
to
call
her
)
,
informing
me
that
her
health
,
which
had
been
for
some
time
very
delicate
,
was
worse
and
that
she
would
be
more
glad
than
she
could
tell
me
if
I
would
go
to
see
her
.
It
was
a
note
of
a
few
lines
,
written
from
the
couch
on
which
she
lay
and
enclosed
to
me
in
another
from
her
husband
,
in
which
he
seconded
her
entreaty
with
much
solicitude
.
Caddy
was
now
the
mother
,
and
I
the
godmother
,
of
such
a
poor
little
baby
—
such
a
tiny
old
-
faced
mite
,
with
a
countenance
that
seemed
to
be
scarcely
anything
but
cap
-
border
,
and
a
little
lean
,
long
-
fingered
hand
,
always
clenched
under
its
chin
.
It
would
lie
in
this
attitude
all
day
,
with
its
bright
specks
of
eyes
open
,
wondering
(
as
I
used
to
imagine
)
how
it
came
to
be
so
small
and
weak
.
Whenever
it
was
moved
it
cried
,
but
at
all
other
times
it
was
so
patient
that
the
sole
desire
of
its
life
appeared
to
be
to
lie
quiet
and
think
.
It
had
curious
little
dark
veins
in
its
face
and
curious
little
dark
marks
under
its
eyes
like
faint
remembrances
of
poor
Caddy
’
s
inky
days
,
and
altogether
,
to
those
who
were
not
used
to
it
,
it
was
quite
a
piteous
little
sight
.
But
it
was
enough
for
Caddy
that
SHE
was
used
to
it
.
The
projects
with
which
she
beguiled
her
illness
,
for
little
Esther
’
s
education
,
and
little
Esther
’
s
marriage
,
and
even
for
her
own
old
age
as
the
grandmother
of
little
Esther
’
s
little
Esthers
,
was
so
prettily
expressive
of
devotion
to
this
pride
of
her
life
that
I
should
be
tempted
to
recall
some
of
them
but
for
the
timely
remembrance
that
I
am
getting
on
irregularly
as
it
is
.
To
return
to
the
letter
.
Caddy
had
a
superstition
about
me
which
had
been
strengthening
in
her
mind
ever
since
that
night
long
ago
when
she
had
lain
asleep
with
her
head
in
my
lap
.
She
almost
—
I
think
I
must
say
quite
—
believed
that
I
did
her
good
whenever
I
was
near
her
.
Now
although
this
was
such
a
fancy
of
the
affectionate
girl
’
s
that
I
am
almost
ashamed
to
mention
it
,
still
it
might
have
all
the
force
of
a
fact
when
she
was
really
ill
.
Therefore
I
set
off
to
Caddy
,
with
my
guardian
’
s
consent
,
post
-
haste
;
and
she
and
Prince
made
so
much
of
me
that
there
never
was
anything
like
it
.
Next
day
I
went
again
to
sit
with
her
,
and
next
day
I
went
again
.
It
was
a
very
easy
journey
,
for
I
had
only
to
rise
a
little
earlier
in
the
morning
,
and
keep
my
accounts
,
and
attend
to
housekeeping
matters
before
leaving
home
.
But
when
I
had
made
these
three
visits
,
my
guardian
said
to
me
,
on
my
return
at
night
,
"
Now
,
little
woman
,
little
woman
,
this
will
never
do
.
Constant
dropping
will
wear
away
a
stone
,
and
constant
coaching
will
wear
out
a
Dame
Durden
.
We
will
go
to
London
for
a
while
and
take
possession
of
our
old
lodgings
.
"
"
Not
for
me
,
dear
guardian
,
"
said
I
,
"
for
I
never
feel
tired
,
"
which
was
strictly
true
.
I
was
only
too
happy
to
be
in
such
request
.
"
For
me
then
,
"
returned
my
guardian
,
"
or
for
Ada
,
or
for
both
of
us
.
It
is
somebody
’
s
birthday
to
-
morrow
,
I
think
.
"
"
Truly
I
think
it
is
,
"
said
I
,
kissing
my
darling
,
who
would
be
twenty
-
one
to
-
morrow
.
"
Well
,
"
observed
my
guardian
,
half
pleasantly
,
half
seriously
,
"
that
’
s
a
great
occasion
and
will
give
my
fair
cousin
some
necessary
business
to
transact
in
assertion
of
her
independence
,
and
will
make
London
a
more
convenient
place
for
all
of
us
.
So
to
London
we
will
go
.
That
being
settled
,
there
is
another
thing
—
how
have
you
left
Caddy
?
"
"
Very
unwell
,
guardian
.
I
fear
it
will
be
some
time
before
she
regains
her
health
and
strength
.
"
"
What
do
you
call
some
time
,
now
?
"
asked
my
guardian
thoughtfully
.
"
Some
weeks
,
I
am
afraid
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
He
began
to
walk
about
the
room
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
showing
that
he
had
been
thinking
as
much
.
"
Now
,
what
do
you
say
about
her
doctor
?
Is
he
a
good
doctor
,
my
love
?
"
I
felt
obliged
to
confess
that
I
knew
nothing
to
the
contrary
but
that
Prince
and
I
had
agreed
only
that
evening
that
we
would
like
his
opinion
to
be
confirmed
by
some
one
.
"
Well
,
you
know
,
"
returned
my
guardian
quickly
,
"
there
’
s
Woodcourt
.
"
I
had
not
meant
that
,
and
was
rather
taken
by
surprise
.
For
a
moment
all
that
I
had
had
in
my
mind
in
connexion
with
Mr
.
Woodcourt
seemed
to
come
back
and
confuse
me
.
"
You
don
’
t
object
to
him
,
little
woman
?
"
"
Object
to
him
,
guardian
?
Oh
no
!
"
"
And
you
don
’
t
think
the
patient
would
object
to
him
?
"
So
far
from
that
,
I
had
no
doubt
of
her
being
prepared
to
have
a
great
reliance
on
him
and
to
like
him
very
much
.
I
said
that
he
was
no
stranger
to
her
personally
,
for
she
had
seen
him
often
in
his
kind
attendance
on
Miss
Flite
.
"
Very
good
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
He
has
been
here
to
-
day
,
my
dear
,
and
I
will
see
him
about
it
to
-
morrow
.
"
I
felt
in
this
short
conversation
—
though
I
did
not
know
how
,
for
she
was
quiet
,
and
we
interchanged
no
look
—
that
my
dear
girl
well
remembered
how
merrily
she
had
clasped
me
round
the
waist
when
no
other
hands
than
Caddy
’
s
had
brought
me
the
little
parting
token
.
This
caused
me
to
feel
that
I
ought
to
tell
her
,
and
Caddy
too
,
that
I
was
going
to
be
the
mistress
of
Bleak
House
and
that
if
I
avoided
that
disclosure
any
longer
I
might
become
less
worthy
in
my
own
eyes
of
its
master
’
s
love
.
Therefore
,
when
we
went
upstairs
and
had
waited
listening
until
the
clock
struck
twelve
in
order
that
only
I
might
be
the
first
to
wish
my
darling
all
good
wishes
on
her
birthday
and
to
take
her
to
my
heart
,
I
set
before
her
,
just
as
I
had
set
before
myself
,
the
goodness
and
honour
of
her
cousin
John
and
the
happy
life
that
was
in
store
for
me
.
If
ever
my
darling
were
fonder
of
me
at
one
time
than
another
in
all
our
intercourse
,
she
was
surely
fondest
of
me
that
night
.
And
I
was
so
rejoiced
to
know
it
and
so
comforted
by
the
sense
of
having
done
right
in
casting
this
last
idle
reservation
away
that
I
was
ten
times
happier
than
I
had
been
before
.
I
had
scarcely
thought
it
a
reservation
a
few
hours
ago
,
but
now
that
it
was
gone
I
felt
as
if
I
understood
its
nature
better
.
Next
day
we
went
to
London
.
We
found
our
old
lodging
vacant
,
and
in
half
an
hour
were
quietly
established
there
,
as
if
we
had
never
gone
away
.
Mr
.
