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Soon after I had that convertion with my guardian, he put a sealed
paper in my hand one morning and said, "This is for next month, my
dear." I found in it two hundred pounds.
I now began very quietly to make such preparations as I thought
were necessary. Regulating my purchases by my guardian's taste,
which I knew very well of course, I arranged my wardrobe to please
him and hoped I should be highly successful. I did it all so
quietly because I was not quite free from my old apprehension that
Ada would be rather sorry and because my guardian was so quiet
himself. I had no doubt that under all the circumstances we should
be married in the most private and simple manner. Perhaps I should
only have to say to Ada, "Would you like to come and see me married
to-morrow, my pet?" Perhaps our wedding might even be as
unpretending as her own, and I might not find it necessary to say
anything about it until it was over. I thought that if I were to
choose, I would like this best.
The only exception I made was Mrs. Woodcourt. I told her that I
was going to be married to my guardian and that we had been engaged
some time. She highly approved. She could never do enough for me
and was remarkably softened now in comparison with what she had
been when we first knew her. There was no trouble she would not
have taken to have been of use to me, but I need hardly say that I
only allowed her to take as little as gratified her kindness
without tasking it.
Of course this was not a time to neglect my guardian, and of course
it was not a time for neglecting my darling. So I had plenty of
occupation, which I was glad of; and as to Charley, she was
absolutely not to be seen for needlework. To surround herself with
great heaps of it--baskets full and tables full--and do a little,
and spend a great deal of time in staring with her round eyes at
what there was to do, and persuade herself that she was going to do
it, were Charley's great dignities and delights.
Meanwhile, I must say, I could not agree with my guardian on the
subject of the will, and I had some sanguine hopes of Jarndyce and
Jarndyce. Which of us was right will soon appear, but I certainly
did encourage expectations. In Richard, the discovery gave
occasion for a burst of business and agitation that buoyed him up
for a little time, but he had lost the elasticity even of hope now
and seemed to me to retain only its feverish anxieties. From
something my guardian said one day when we were talking about this,
I understood that my marriage would not take place until after the
term-time we had been told to look forward to; and I thought the
more, for that, how rejoiced I should be if I could be married when
Richard and Ada were a little more prosperous.
The term was very near indeed when my guardian was called out of
town and went down into Yorkshire on Mr. Woodcourt's business. He
had told me beforehand that his presence there would be necessary.
I had just come in one night from my dear girl's and was sitting in
the midst of all my new clothes, looking at them all around me and
thinking, when a letter from my guardian was brought to me. It
asked me to join him in the country and mentioned by what stage-
coach my place was taken and at what time in the morning I should
have to leave town. It added in a postscript that I would not be
many hours from Ada.
I expected few things less than a journey at that tinae, but I was
ready for it in half an hour and set off as appointed early next
morning. I travelled all day, wondering all day what I could be
wanted for at such a distance; now I thought it might be for this
purpose, and now I thought it might be for that purpose, but I was
never, never, never near the truth.
It was night when I came to my journey's end and found my guardian
waiting for me. This was a great relief, for towards evening I had
begun to fear (the more so as his letter was a very short one) that
he might be ill. However, there he was, as well as it was possible
to be; and when I saw his genial face again at its brightest and
best, I said to myself, he has been doing some other great
kindness. Not that it required much penetration to say that,
because I knew that his being there at all was an act of kindness.
Supper was ready at the hotel, and when we were alone at table he
said, "Full of curiosity, no doubt, little woman, to know why I
have brought you here?"
"Well, guardian," said I, "without thinking myself a Fatima or you
a Blue Beard, I am a little curious about it."
"Then to ensure your night's rest, my love," he returned gaily, "I
won't wait until to-morrow to tell you. I have very much wished to
express to Woodcourt, somehow, my sense of his humanity to poor
unfortunate Jo, his inestimable services to my young cousins, and
his value to us all. When it was decided that he should settle
here, it came into my head that I might ask his acceptance of some
unpretending and suitable little place to lay his own head in. I
therefore caused such a place to be looked out for, and such a
place was found on very easy terms, and I have been touching it up
for him and making it habitable. However, when I walked over it
the day before yesterday and it was reported ready, I found that I
was not housekeeper enough to know whether things were all as they
ought to be. So I sent off for the best little housekeeper that
could possibly be got to come and give me her advice and opinion.
And here she is," said my guardian, "laughing and crying both
Because he was so dear, so good, so admirable. I tried to tell him
what I thought of him, but I could not articulate a word.
"Tut, tut!" said my guardian. "You make too much of it, little
woman. Why, how you sob, Dame Durden, how you sob!"
"It is with exquisite pleasure, guardian--with a heart full of
"Well, well," said he. "I am delighted that you approve. I
thought you would. I meant it as a pleasant surprise for the
little mistress of Bleak House."
I kissed him and dried my eyes. "I know now!" said I. "I have
seen this in your face a long while."
"No; have you really, my dear?" said he. "What a Dame Durden it is
to read a face!"
He was so quaintly cheerful that I could not long be otherwise, and
was almost ashamed of having been otherwise at all. When I went to
bed, I cried. I am bound to confess that I cried; but I hope it
was with pleasure, though I am not quite sure it was with pleasure.
I repeated every word of the letter twice over.
A most beautiful summer morning succeeded, and after breakfast we
went out arm in arm to see the house of which I was to give my
mighty housekeeping opinion. We entered a flower-garden by a gate
in a side wall, of which he had the key, and the first thing I saw
was that the beds and flowers were all laid out according to the
manner of my beds and flowers at home.
"You see, my dear," observed my guardian, standing still with a
delighted face to watch my looks, "knowing there could be no better
plan, I borrowed yours."
We went on by a pretty little orchard, where the cherries were
nestling among the green leaves and the shadows of the apple-trees
were sporting on the grass, to the house itself--a cottage, quite a
rustic cottage of doll's rooms; but such a lovely place, so
tranquil and so beautiful, with such a rich and smiling country
spread around it; with water sparkling away into the distance, here
all overhung with summer-growth, there turning a humming mill; at
its nearest point glancing through a meadow by the cheerful town,
where cricket-players were assembling in bright groups and a flag
was flying from a white tent that rippled in the sweet west wind.
And still, as we went through the pretty rooms, out at the little
rustic verandah doors, and underneath the tiny wooden colonnades
garlanded with woodbine, jasmine, and honey-suckle, I saw in the
papering on the walls, in the colours of the furniture, in the
arrangement of all the pretty objects, MY little tastes and
fancies, MY little methods and inventions which they used to laugh
at while they praised them, my odd ways everywhere.
I could not say enough in admiration of what was all so beautiful,
but one secret doubt arose in my mind when I saw this, I thought,
oh, would he be the happier for it! Would it not have been better
for his peace that I should not have been so brought before him?
Because although I was not what he thought me, still he loved me
very dearly, and it might remind him mournfully of what be believed
he had lost. I did not wish him to forget me--perhaps he might not
have done so, without these aids to his memory--but my way was
easier than his, and I could have reconciled myself even to that so
that he had been the happier for it.
"And now, little woman," said my guardian, whom I had never seen so
proud and joyful as in showing me these things and watching my
appreciation of them, "now, last of all, for the name of this
"What is it called, dear guardian?"
"My child," said he, "come and see,"
He took me to the porch, which he had hitherto avoided, and said,
pausing before we went out, "My dear child, don't you guess the
"No!" said I.
We went out of the porch and he showed me written over it, Bleak
He led me to a seat among the leaves close by, and sitting down
beside me and taking my hand in his, spoke to me thus, "My darling
girl, in what there has been between us, I have, I hope, been
really solicitous for your happiness. When I wrote you the letter
to which you brought the answer," smiling as he referred to it, "I
had my own too much in view; but I had yours too. Whether, under
different circumstances, I might ever have renewed the old dream I
sometimes dreamed when you were very young, of making you my wife
one day, I need not ask myself. I did renew it, and I wrote my
letter, and you brought your answer. You are following what I say,
I was cold, and I trembled violently, but not a word he uttered was
lost. As I sat looking fixedly at him and the sun's rays
descended, softly shining through the leaves upon his bare head, I
felt as if the brightness on him must be like the brightness of the
"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 bead 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
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
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
"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
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
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
Here Mr. Guppy's mother fell into an extraordinary passion of
rolling her head and smiling waggishly at anybody who would look at
"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
"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 had been eradicated from my 'eart is NOT
eradicated. Its influence over me is still tremenjous, and
yielding to it, I am willing to overlook the circumstances over
which none of us have had any control and to renew those proposals
to Miss Summerson which I had the honour to make at a former
period. I beg to lay the 'ouse in Walcot Square, the business, and
myself before Miss Summerson for her acceptance."
"Very magnanimous indeed, sir," observed my guardian.
"Well, sir," replied Mr. Guppy with candour, "my wish is to BE
magnanimous. I do not consider that in making this offer to Miss
Summerson I am by any means throwing myself away; neither is that
the opinion of my friends. Still, there are circumstances which I
submit may be taken into account as a set off against any little
drawbacks of mine, and so a fair and equitable balance arrived at."
"I take upon myself, sir," said my guardian, laughing as he rang
the bell, "to reply to your proposals on behalf of Miss Summerson.
She is very sensible of your handsome intentions, and wishes you
good evening, and wishes you well."
"Oh!" said Mr. Guppy with a blank look. "Is that tantamount, sir,
to acceptance, or rejection, or consideration?"
"To decided rejection, if you please," returned my guardian.
Mr. Guppy looked incredulously at his friend, and at his mother,
who suddenly turned very angry, and at the floor, and at the
"Indeed?" said he. "Then, Jobling, if you was the friend you
represent yourself, I should think you might hand my mother out of
the gangway instead of allowing her to remain where she ain't
But Mrs. Guppy positively refused to come out of the gangway. She
wouldn't hear of it. "Why, get along with you," said she to my
guardian, "what do you mean? Ain't my son good enough for you?
You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Get out with you!"
"My good lady," returned my guardian, "it is hardly reasonable to
ask me to get out of my own room."
"I don't care for that," said Mrs. Guppy. "Get out with you. If
we ain't good enough for you, go and procure somebody that is good
enough. Go along and find 'em."
I was quite unprepared for the rapid manner in which Mrs. Guppy's
power of jocularity merged into a power of taking the profoundest
"Go along and find somebody that's good enough for you," repeated
Mrs. Guppy. "Get out!" Nothing seemed to astonish Mr. Guppy's
mother so much and to make her so very indignant as our not getting
out. "Why don't you get out?" said Mrs. Guppy. "What are you
stopping here for?"
"Mother," interposed her son, always getting before her and pushing
her back with one shoulder as she sidled at my guardian, "WILL you
hold your tongue?"
"No, William," she returned, "I won't! Not unless he gets out, I
However, Mr. Guppy and Mr. Jobling together closed on Mr. Guppy's
mother (who began to be quite abusive) and took her, very much
against her will, downstairs, her voice rising a stair higher every
time her figure got a stair lower, and insisting that we should
immediately go and find somebody who was good enough for us, and
above all things that we should get out.