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"
Then
the
time
comes
,
"
said
Herbert
,
"
when
you
see
your
opening
.
And
you
go
in
,
and
you
swoop
upon
it
and
you
make
your
capital
,
and
then
there
you
are
!
When
you
have
once
made
your
capital
,
you
have
nothing
to
do
but
employ
it
.
"
This
was
very
like
his
way
of
conducting
that
encounter
in
the
garden
;
very
like
.
His
manner
of
bearing
his
poverty
,
too
,
exactly
corresponded
to
his
manner
of
bearing
that
defeat
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
he
took
all
blows
and
buffets
now
with
just
the
same
air
as
he
had
taken
mine
then
.
It
was
evident
that
he
had
nothing
around
him
but
the
simplest
necessaries
,
for
everything
that
I
remarked
upon
turned
out
to
have
been
sent
in
on
my
account
from
the
coffee
-
house
or
somewhere
else
.
Yet
,
having
already
made
his
fortune
in
his
own
mind
,
he
was
so
unassuming
with
it
that
I
felt
quite
grateful
to
him
for
not
being
puffed
up
.
It
was
a
pleasant
addition
to
his
naturally
pleasant
ways
,
and
we
got
on
famously
.
In
the
evening
we
went
out
for
a
walk
in
the
streets
,
and
went
half
-
price
to
the
Theatre
;
and
next
day
we
went
to
church
at
Westminster
Abbey
,
and
in
the
afternoon
we
walked
in
the
Parks
;
and
I
wondered
who
shod
all
the
horses
there
,
and
wished
Joe
did
.
On
a
moderate
computation
,
it
was
many
months
,
that
Sunday
,
since
I
had
left
Joe
and
Biddy
.
The
space
interposed
between
myself
and
them
partook
of
that
expansion
,
and
our
marshes
were
any
distance
off
.
That
I
could
have
been
at
our
old
church
in
my
old
church
-
going
clothes
,
on
the
very
last
Sunday
that
ever
was
,
seemed
a
combination
of
impossibilities
,
geographical
and
social
,
solar
and
lunar
.
Yet
in
the
London
streets
so
crowded
with
people
and
so
brilliantly
lighted
in
the
dusk
of
evening
,
there
were
depressing
hints
of
reproaches
for
that
I
had
put
the
poor
old
kitchen
at
home
so
far
away
;
and
in
the
dead
of
night
,
the
footsteps
of
some
incapable
impostor
of
a
porter
mooning
about
Barnard
’
s
Inn
,
under
pretence
of
watching
it
,
fell
hollow
on
my
heart
.
On
the
Monday
morning
at
a
quarter
before
nine
,
Herbert
went
to
the
counting
-
house
to
report
himself
—
to
look
about
him
,
too
,
I
suppose
—
and
I
bore
him
company
.
He
was
to
come
away
in
an
hour
or
two
to
attend
me
to
Hammersmith
,
and
I
was
to
wait
about
for
him
.
It
appeared
to
me
that
the
eggs
from
which
young
Insurers
were
hatched
were
incubated
in
dust
and
heat
,
like
the
eggs
of
ostriches
,
judging
from
the
places
to
which
those
incipient
giants
repaired
on
a
Monday
morning
.
Nor
did
the
counting
-
house
where
Herbert
assisted
,
show
in
my
eyes
as
at
all
a
good
Observatory
;
being
a
back
second
floor
up
a
yard
,
of
a
grimy
presence
in
all
particulars
,
and
with
a
look
into
another
back
second
floor
,
rather
than
a
look
out
.
I
waited
about
until
it
was
noon
,
and
I
went
upon
’
Change
,
and
I
saw
fluey
men
sitting
there
under
the
bills
about
shipping
,
whom
I
took
to
be
great
merchants
,
though
I
couldn
’
t
understand
why
they
should
all
be
out
of
spirits
.
When
Herbert
came
,
we
went
and
had
lunch
at
a
celebrated
house
which
I
then
quite
venerated
,
but
now
believe
to
have
been
the
most
abject
superstition
in
Europe
,
and
where
I
could
not
help
noticing
,
even
then
,
that
there
was
much
more
gravy
on
the
tablecloths
and
knives
and
waiters
’
clothes
,
than
in
the
steaks
.
This
collation
disposed
of
at
a
moderate
price
(
considering
the
grease
,
which
was
not
charged
for
)
,
we
went
back
to
Barnard
’
s
Inn
and
got
my
little
portmanteau
,
and
then
took
coach
for
Hammersmith
.
We
arrived
there
at
two
or
three
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
,
and
had
very
little
way
to
walk
to
Mr
.
Pocket
’
s
house
.
Lifting
the
latch
of
a
gate
,
we
passed
direct
into
a
little
garden
overlooking
the
river
,
where
Mr
.
Pocket
’
s
children
were
playing
about
.
And
unless
I
deceive
myself
on
a
point
where
my
interests
or
prepossessions
are
certainly
not
concerned
,
I
saw
that
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Pocket
’
s
children
were
not
growing
up
or
being
brought
up
,
but
were
tumbling
up
.
Mrs
.
Pocket
was
sitting
on
a
garden
chair
under
a
tree
,
reading
,
with
her
legs
upon
another
garden
chair
;
and
Mrs
.
Pocket
’
s
two
nurse
-
maids
were
looking
about
them
while
the
children
played
.
"
Mamma
,
"
said
Herbert
,
"
this
is
young
Mr
.
Pip
.
"
Upon
which
Mrs
.
Pocket
received
me
with
an
appearance
of
amiable
dignity
.
"
Master
Alick
and
Miss
Jane
,
"
cried
one
of
the
nurses
to
two
of
the
children
,
"
if
you
go
a
bouncing
up
against
them
bushes
you
’
ll
fall
over
into
the
river
and
be
drownded
,
and
what
’
ll
your
pa
say
then
?
"
