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These
were
agreeably
dispersed
among
small
specimens
of
china
and
glass
,
various
neat
trifles
made
by
the
proprietor
of
the
museum
,
and
some
tobacco
-
stoppers
carved
by
the
Aged
.
They
were
all
displayed
in
that
chamber
of
the
Castle
into
which
I
had
been
first
inducted
,
and
which
served
,
not
only
as
the
general
sitting
-
room
but
as
the
kitchen
too
,
if
I
might
judge
from
a
saucepan
on
the
hob
,
and
a
brazen
bijou
over
the
fireplace
designed
for
the
suspension
of
a
roasting
-
jack
.
There
was
a
neat
little
girl
in
attendance
,
who
looked
after
the
Aged
in
the
day
.
When
she
had
laid
the
supper
-
cloth
,
the
bridge
was
lowered
to
give
her
means
of
egress
,
and
she
withdrew
for
the
night
.
The
supper
was
excellent
;
and
though
the
Castle
was
rather
subject
to
dry
-
rot
insomuch
that
it
tasted
like
a
bad
nut
,
and
though
the
pig
might
have
been
farther
off
,
I
was
heartily
pleased
with
my
whole
entertainment
.
Nor
was
there
any
drawback
on
my
little
turret
bedroom
,
beyond
there
being
such
a
very
thin
ceiling
between
me
and
the
flagstaff
,
that
when
I
lay
down
on
my
back
in
bed
,
it
seemed
as
if
I
had
to
balance
that
pole
on
my
forehead
all
night
.
Wemmick
was
up
early
in
the
morning
,
and
I
am
afraid
I
heard
him
cleaning
my
boots
.
After
that
,
he
fell
to
gardening
,
and
I
saw
him
from
my
gothic
window
pretending
to
employ
the
Aged
,
and
nodding
at
him
in
a
most
devoted
manner
.
Our
breakfast
was
as
good
as
the
supper
,
and
at
half
-
past
eight
precisely
we
started
for
Little
Britain
By
degrees
,
Wemmick
got
dryer
and
harder
as
we
went
along
,
and
his
mouth
tightened
into
a
post
-
office
again
.
At
last
,
when
we
got
to
his
place
of
business
and
he
pulled
out
his
key
from
his
coat
-
collar
,
he
looked
as
unconscious
of
his
Walworth
property
as
if
the
Castle
and
the
drawbridge
and
the
arbor
and
the
lake
and
the
fountain
and
the
Aged
,
had
all
been
blown
into
space
together
by
the
last
discharge
of
the
Stinger
.
It
fell
out
as
Wemmick
had
told
me
it
would
,
that
I
had
an
early
opportunity
of
comparing
my
guardian
’
s
establishment
with
that
of
his
cashier
and
clerk
.
My
guardian
was
in
his
room
,
washing
his
hands
with
his
scented
soap
,
when
I
went
into
the
office
from
Walworth
;
and
he
called
me
to
him
,
and
gave
me
the
invitation
for
myself
and
friends
which
Wemmick
had
prepared
me
to
receive
.
"
No
ceremony
,
"
he
stipulated
,
"
and
no
dinner
dress
,
and
say
to
-
morrow
.
"
I
asked
him
where
we
should
come
to
(
for
I
had
no
idea
where
he
lived
)
,
and
I
believe
it
was
in
his
general
objection
to
make
anything
like
an
admission
,
that
he
replied
,
"
Come
here
,
and
I
’
ll
take
you
home
with
me
.
"
I
embrace
this
opportunity
of
remarking
that
he
washed
his
clients
off
,
as
if
he
were
a
surgeon
or
a
dentist
.
He
had
a
closet
in
his
room
,
fitted
up
for
the
purpose
,
which
smelt
of
the
scented
soap
like
a
perfumer
’
s
shop
.
It
had
an
unusually
large
jack
-
towel
on
a
roller
inside
the
door
,
and
he
would
wash
his
hands
,
and
wipe
them
and
dry
them
all
over
this
towel
,
whenever
he
came
in
from
a
police
court
or
dismissed
a
client
from
his
room
.
When
I
and
my
friends
repaired
to
him
at
six
o
’
clock
next
day
,
he
seemed
to
have
been
engaged
on
a
case
of
a
darker
complexion
than
usual
,
for
we
found
him
with
his
head
butted
into
this
closet
,
not
only
washing
his
hands
,
but
laving
his
face
and
gargling
his
throat
.
And
even
when
he
had
done
all
that
,
and
had
gone
all
round
the
jack
-
towel
,
he
took
out
his
penknife
and
scraped
the
case
out
of
his
nails
before
he
put
his
coat
on
.
There
were
some
people
slinking
about
as
usual
when
we
passed
out
into
the
street
,
who
were
evidently
anxious
to
speak
with
him
;
but
there
was
something
so
conclusive
in
the
halo
of
scented
soap
which
encircled
his
presence
,
that
they
gave
it
up
for
that
day
.
As
we
walked
along
westward
,
he
was
recognized
ever
and
again
by
some
face
in
the
crowd
of
the
streets
,
and
whenever
that
happened
he
talked
louder
to
me
;
but
he
never
otherwise
recognized
anybody
,
or
took
notice
that
anybody
recognized
him
.
He
conducted
us
to
Gerrard
Street
,
Soho
,
to
a
house
on
the
south
side
of
that
street
.
Rather
a
stately
house
of
its
kind
,
but
dolefully
in
want
of
painting
,
and
with
dirty
windows
.
He
took
out
his
key
and
opened
the
door
,
and
we
all
went
into
a
stone
hall
,
bare
,
gloomy
,
and
little
used
.
So
,
up
a
dark
brown
staircase
into
a
series
of
three
dark
brown
rooms
on
the
first
floor
.
There
were
carved
garlands
on
the
panelled
walls
,
and
as
he
stood
among
them
giving
us
welcome
,
I
know
what
kind
of
loops
I
thought
they
looked
like
.
Dinner
was
laid
in
the
best
of
these
rooms
;
the
second
was
his
dressing
-
room
;
the
third
,
his
bedroom
.
He
told
us
that
he
held
the
whole
house
,
but
rarely
used
more
of
it
than
we
saw
.
The
table
was
comfortably
laid
—
no
silver
in
the
service
,
of
course
—
and
at
the
side
of
his
chair
was
a
capacious
dumb
-
waiter
,
with
a
variety
of
bottles
and
decanters
on
it
,
and
four
dishes
of
fruit
for
dessert
.
I
noticed
throughout
,
that
he
kept
everything
under
his
own
hand
,
and
distributed
everything
himself
.
There
was
a
bookcase
in
the
room
;
I
saw
from
the
backs
of
the
books
,
that
they
were
about
evidence
,
criminal
law
,
criminal
biography
,
trials
,
acts
of
Parliament
,
and
such
things
.
The
furniture
was
all
very
solid
and
good
,
like
his
watch
-
chain
.
It
had
an
official
look
,
however
,
and
there
was
nothing
merely
ornamental
to
be
seen
.
In
a
corner
was
a
little
table
of
papers
with
a
shaded
lamp
:
so
that
he
seemed
to
bring
the
office
home
with
him
in
that
respect
too
,
and
to
wheel
it
out
of
an
evening
and
fall
to
work
.
As
he
had
scarcely
seen
my
three
companions
until
now
—
for
he
and
I
had
walked
together
—
he
stood
on
the
hearth
-
rug
,
after
ringing
the
bell
,
and
took
a
searching
look
at
them
.
To
my
surprise
,
he
seemed
at
once
to
be
principally
if
not
solely
interested
in
Drummle
.
