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He
was
crisp
,
fresh
,
cheerful
,
affable
,
bland
;
but
so
surprisingly
innocent
.
Bar
sidled
up
to
prefer
his
politest
inquiries
in
reference
to
the
health
of
Mrs
Bishop
.
Mrs
Bishop
had
been
a
little
unfortunate
in
the
article
of
taking
cold
at
a
Confirmation
,
but
otherwise
was
well
.
Young
Mr
Bishop
was
also
well
.
He
was
down
,
with
his
young
wife
and
little
family
,
at
his
Cure
of
Souls
.
The
representatives
of
the
Barnacle
Chorus
dropped
in
next
,
and
Mr
Merdle
’
s
physician
dropped
in
next
.
Bar
,
who
had
a
bit
of
one
eye
and
a
bit
of
his
double
eye
-
glass
for
every
one
who
came
in
at
the
door
,
no
matter
with
whom
he
was
conversing
or
what
he
was
talking
about
,
got
among
them
all
by
some
skilful
means
,
without
being
seen
to
get
at
them
,
and
touched
each
individual
gentleman
of
the
jury
on
his
own
individual
favourite
spot
.
With
some
of
the
Chorus
,
he
laughed
about
the
sleepy
member
who
had
gone
out
into
the
lobby
the
other
night
,
and
voted
the
wrong
way
:
with
others
,
he
deplored
that
innovating
spirit
in
the
time
which
could
not
even
be
prevented
from
taking
an
unnatural
interest
in
the
public
service
and
the
public
money
:
with
the
physician
he
had
a
word
to
say
about
the
general
health
;
he
had
also
a
little
information
to
ask
him
for
,
concerning
a
professional
man
of
unquestioned
erudition
and
polished
manners
—
but
those
credentials
in
their
highest
development
he
believed
were
the
possession
of
other
professors
of
the
healing
art
(
jury
droop
)
—
whom
he
had
happened
to
have
in
the
witness
-
box
the
day
before
yesterday
,
and
from
whom
he
had
elicited
in
cross
-
examination
that
he
claimed
to
be
one
of
the
exponents
of
this
new
mode
of
treatment
which
appeared
to
Bar
to
—
eh
?
—
well
,
Bar
thought
so
;
Bar
had
thought
,
and
hoped
,
Physician
would
tell
him
so
.
Without
presuming
to
decide
where
doctors
disagreed
,
it
did
appear
to
Bar
,
viewing
it
as
a
question
of
common
sense
and
not
of
so
-
called
legal
penetration
,
that
this
new
system
was
—
might
be
,
in
the
presence
of
so
great
an
authority
—
say
,
Humbug
?
Ah
!
Fortified
by
such
encouragement
,
he
could
venture
to
say
Humbug
;
and
now
Bar
’
s
mind
was
relieved
.
Mr
Tite
Barnacle
,
who
,
like
Dr
Johnson
’
s
celebrated
acquaintance
,
had
only
one
idea
in
his
head
and
that
was
a
wrong
one
,
had
appeared
by
this
time
.
This
eminent
gentleman
and
Mr
Merdle
,
seated
diverse
ways
and
with
ruminating
aspects
on
a
yellow
ottoman
in
the
light
of
the
fire
,
holding
no
verbal
communication
with
each
other
,
bore
a
strong
general
resemblance
to
the
two
cows
in
the
Cuyp
picture
over
against
them
.
But
now
,
Lord
Decimus
arrived
.
The
Chief
Butler
,
who
up
to
this
time
had
limited
himself
to
a
branch
of
his
usual
function
by
looking
at
the
company
as
they
entered
(
and
that
,
with
more
of
defiance
than
favour
)
,
put
himself
so
far
out
of
his
way
as
to
come
up
-
stairs
with
him
and
announce
him
.
Lord
Decimus
being
an
overpowering
peer
,
a
bashful
young
member
of
the
Lower
House
who
was
the
last
fish
but
one
caught
by
the
Barnacles
,
and
who
had
been
invited
on
this
occasion
to
commemorate
his
capture
,
shut
his
eyes
when
his
Lordship
came
in
.
Lord
Decimus
,
nevertheless
,
was
glad
to
see
the
Member
.
He
was
also
glad
to
see
Mr
Merdle
,
glad
to
see
Bishop
,
glad
to
see
Bar
,
glad
to
see
Physician
,
glad
to
see
Tite
Barnacle
,
glad
to
see
Chorus
,
glad
to
see
Ferdinand
his
private
secretary
.
Lord
Decimus
,
though
one
of
the
greatest
of
the
earth
,
was
not
remarkable
for
ingratiatory
manners
,
and
Ferdinand
had
coached
him
up
to
the
point
of
noticing
all
the
fellows
he
might
find
there
,
and
saying
he
was
glad
to
see
them
.
When
he
had
achieved
this
rush
of
vivacity
and
condescension
,
his
Lordship
composed
himself
into
the
picture
after
Cuyp
,
and
made
a
third
cow
in
the
group
.
Bar
,
who
felt
that
he
had
got
all
the
rest
of
the
jury
and
must
now
lay
hold
of
the
Foreman
,
soon
came
sidling
up
,
double
eye
-
glass
in
hand
.
Bar
tendered
the
weather
,
as
a
subject
neatly
aloof
from
official
reserve
,
for
the
Foreman
’
s
consideration
.
Bar
said
that
he
was
told
(
as
everybody
always
is
told
,
though
who
tells
them
,
and
why
,
will
ever
remain
a
mystery
)
,
that
there
was
to
be
no
wall
-
fruit
this
year
.
Lord
Decimus
had
not
heard
anything
amiss
of
his
peaches
,
but
rather
believed
,
if
his
people
were
correct
,
he
was
to
have
no
apples
.
No
apples
?
Bar
was
lost
in
astonishment
and
concern
.
It
would
have
been
all
one
to
him
,
in
reality
,
if
there
had
not
been
a
pippin
on
the
surface
of
the
earth
,
but
his
show
of
interest
in
this
apple
question
was
positively
painful
.
Now
,
to
what
,
Lord
Decimus
—
for
we
troublesome
lawyers
loved
to
gather
information
,
and
could
never
tell
how
useful
it
might
prove
to
us
—
to
what
,
Lord
Decimus
,
was
this
to
be
attributed
?
Lord
Decimus
could
not
undertake
to
propound
any
theory
about
it
.
This
might
have
stopped
another
man
;
but
Bar
,
sticking
to
him
fresh
as
ever
,
said
,
‘
As
to
pears
,
now
?
’
