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felt as if the brightness on him must be like the brightness of the
angels.
“Hear me, my love, but do not speak. It is for me to speak now.
When it was that I began to doubt whether what I had done would
really make you happy is no matter. Woodcourt came home, and I
soon had no doubt at all.”
I clasped him round the neck and hung my head upon his breast and
wept. “Lie lightly, confidently here, my child,” said he, pressing
me gently to him. “I am your guardian and your father now. Rest
confidently here.”
Soothingly, like the gentle rustling of the leaves; and genially,
like the ripening weather; and radiantly and beneficently, like the
sunshine, he went on.
“Understand me, my dear girl. I had no doubt of your being
contented and happy with me, being so dutiful and so devoted; but I
saw with whom you would be happier. That I penetrated his secret
when Dame Durden was blind to it is no wonder, for I knew the good
that could never change in her better far than she did. Well! I
have long been in Allan Woodcourt’s confidence, although he was
not, until yesterday, a few hours before you came here, in mine.
But I would not have my Esther’s bright example lost; I would not
have a jot of my dear girl’s virtues unobserved and unhonoured; I
would not have her admitted on sufferance into the line of Morgan
ap-Kerrig, no, not for the weight in gold of all the mountains in
Wales!”
He stopped to kiss me on the forehead, and I sobbed and wept
afresh. For I felt as if I could not bear the painful delight of
his praise.
“Hush, little woman! Don’t cry; this is to be a day of joy. I
have looked forward to it,” he said exultingly, “for months on
months! A few words more, Dame Trot, and I have said my say.
Determined not to throw away one atom of my Esther’s worth, I took
Mrs. Woodcourt into a separate confidence. ‘Now, madam,’ said I,
‘I clearly perceive—and indeed I know, to boot—that your son
loves my ward. I am further very sure that my ward loves your son,
but will sacrifice her love to a sense of duty and affection, and
will sacrifice it so completely, so entirely, so religiously, that
you should never suspect it though you watched her night and day.’
Then I told her all our story—ours—yours and mine. ‘Now, madam,’
said I, ‘come you, knowing this, and live with us. Come you, and
see my child from hour to hour; set what you see against her
pedigree, which is this, and this’—for I scorned to mince it—‘and
tell me what is the true legitimacy when you shall have quite made
up your mind on that subject.’ Why, honour to her old Welsh blood,
my dear,” cried my guardian with enthusiasm, “I believe the heart
it animates beats no less warmly, no less admiringly, no less
lovingly, towards Dame Durden than my own!”
He tenderly raised my head, and as I clung to him, kissed me in his
old fatherly way again and again. What a light, now, on the
protecting manner I had thought about!
“One more last word. When Allan Woodcourt spoke to you, my dear,
he spoke with my knowledge and consent—but I gave him no
encouragement, not I, for these surprises were my great reward, and
I was too miserly to part with a scrap of it. He was to come and
tell me all that passed, and he did. I have no more to say. My
dearest, Allan Woodcourt stood beside your father when he lay dead
—stood beside your mother. This is Bleak House. This day I give
this house its little mistress; and before God, it is the brightest
day in all my life!”
He rose and raised me with him. We were no longer alone. My
husband—I have called him by that name full seven happy years now
—stood at my side.
“Allan,” said my guardian, “take from me a willing gift, the best
wife that ever man had. What more can I say for you than that I
know you deserve her! Take with her the little home she brings
you. You know what she will make it, Allan; you know what she has
made its namesake. Let me share its felicity sometimes, and what
do I sacrifice? Nothing, nothing.”
He kissed me once again, and now the tears were in his eyes as he
said more softly, “Esther, my dearest, after so many years, there
is a kind of parting in this too. I know that my mistake has
caused you some distress. Forgive your old guardian, in restoring
him to his old place in your affections; and blot it out of your
memory. Allan, take my dear.”
He moved away from under the green roof of leaves, and stopping in
the sunlight outside and turning cheerfully towards us, said, “I
shall be found about here somewhere. It’s a west wind, little
woman, due west! Let no one thank me any more, for I am going to
revert to my bachelor habits, and if anybody disregards this
warning, I’ll run away and never come back!”
What happiness was ours that day, what joy, what rest, what hope,
what gratitude, what bliss! We were to be married before the month
was out, but when we were to come and take possession of our own
house was to depend on Richard and Ada.
We all three went home together next day. As soon as we arrived in
town, Allan went straight to see Richard and to carry our joyful
news to him and my darling. Late as it was, I meant to go to her
for a few minutes before lying down to sleep, but I went home with
my guardian first to make his tea for him and to occupy the old
chair by his side, for I did not like to think of its being empty
so soon.
When we came home we found that a young man had called three times
in the course of that one day to see me and that having been told
on the occasion of his third call that I was not expected to return
before ten o’clock at night, he had left word that he would call
about then. He had left his card three times. Mr. Guppy.
As I naturally speculated on the object of these visits, and as I
always associated something ludicrous with the visitor, it fell out
that in laughing about Mr. Guppy I told my guardian of his old
proposal and his subsequent retraction. “After that,” said my
guardian, “we will certainly receive this hero.” So instructions
were given that Mr. Guppy should be shown in when he came again,
and they were scarcely given when he did come again.
He was embarrassed when he found my guardian with me, but recovered
himself and said, “How de do, sir?”
“How do you do, sir?” returned my guardian.
“Thank you, sir, I am tolerable,” returned Mr. Guppy. “Will you
allow me to introduce my mother, Mrs. Guppy of the Old Street Road,
and my particular friend, Mr. Weevle. That is to say, my friend
has gone by the name of Weevle, but his name is really and truly
Jobling.”
My guardian begged them to be seated, and they all sat down.
“Tony,” said Mr. Guppy to his friend after an awkward silence.
“Will you open the case?”
“Do it yourself,” returned the friend rather tartly.
“Well, Mr. Jarndyce, sir,” Mr. Guppy, after a moment’s
consideration, began, to the great diversion of his mother, which
she displayed by nudging Mr. Jobling with her elbow and winking at
me in a most remarkable manner, “I had an idea that I should see
Miss Summerson by herself and was not quite prepared for your
esteemed presence. But Miss Summerson has mentioned to you,
perhaps, that something has passed between us on former occasions?”
“Miss Summerson,” returned my guardian, smiling, “has made a
communication to that effect to me.”
“That,” said Mr. Guppy, “makes matters easier. Sir, I have come
out of my articles at Kenge and Carboy’s, and I believe with
satisfaction to all parties. I am now admitted (after undergoing
an examination that’s enough to badger a man blue, touching a pack
of nonsense that he don’t want to know) on the roll of attorneys
and have taken out my certificate, if it would be any satisfaction
to you to see it.”
“Thank you, Mr. Guppy,” returned my guardian. “I am quite willing
—I believe I use a legal phrase—to admit the certificate.”
Mr. Guppy therefore desisted from taking something out of his
pocket and proceeded without it.
“I have no capital myself, but my mother has a little property which
takes the form of an annuity”—here Mr. Guppy’s mother rolled her
head as if she never could sufficiently enjoy the observation, and
put her handkerchief to her mouth, and again winked at me—“and a
few pounds for expenses out of pocket in conducting business will
never be wanting, free of interest, which is an advantage, you
know,” said Mr. Guppy feelingly.
“Certainly an advantage,” returned my guardian.
“I HAVE some connexion,” pursued Mr. Guppy, “and it lays in the
direction of Walcot Square, Lambeth. I have therefore taken a
‘ouse in that locality, which, in the opinion of my friends, is a
hollow bargain (taxes ridiculous, and use of fixtures included in
the rent), and intend setting up professionally for myself there
forthwith.”
Here Mr. Guppy’s mother fell into an extraordinary passion of
rolling her head and smiling waggishly at anybody who would look at
her.
“It’s a six-roomer, exclusive of kitchens,” said Mr. Guppy, “and in
the opinion of my friends, a commodious tenement. When I mention
my friends, I refer principally to my friend Jobling, who I believe
has known me,” Mr. Guppy looked at him with a sentimental air,
“from boyhood’s hour.”
Mr. Jobling confirmed this with a sliding movement of his legs.
“My friend Jobling will render me his assistance in the capacity of
clerk and will live in the ‘ouse,” said Mr. Guppy. “My mother will
likewise live in the ‘ouse when her present quarter in the Old
Street Road shall have ceased and expired; and consequently there
will be no want of society. My friend Jobling is naturally
aristocratic by taste, and besides being acquainted with the
movements of the upper circles, fully backs me in the intentions I
am now developing.”
Mr. Jobling said “Certainly” and withdrew a little from the elbow
of Mr Guppy’s mother.
“Now, I have no occasion to mention to you, sir, you being in the
confidence of Miss Summerson,” said Mr. Guppy, “(mother, I wish
you’d be so good as to keep still), that Miss Summerson’s image was
formerly imprinted on my ‘eart and that I made her a proposal of
marriage.”
“That I have heard,” returned my guardian.
“Circumstances,” pursued Mr. Guppy, “over which I had no control,
but quite the contrary, weakened the impression of that image for a
time. At which time Miss Summerson’s conduct was highly genteel; I
may even add, magnanimous.”
My guardian patted me on the shoulder and seemed much amused.
“Now, sir,” said Mr. Guppy, “I have got into that state of mind
myself that I wish for a reciprocity of magnanimous behaviour. I
wish to prove to Miss Summerson that I can rise to a heighth of
which perhaps she hardly thought me capable. I find that the image
which I did suppose
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