Jarndyce and Jarndyce
If the secret I had to keep had been mine, I must have confided it to Ada before we had been long together. But it was not mine; and I did not feel that I had a right to tell it, even to my guardian, unless some great emergency arose. It was a weight to bear alone; still my present duty appeared to be plain, and, blest in the attachment of my dear, I did not want an impulse and encouragement to do it. Though often when she was asleep and all was quiet, the remembrance of my mother kept me waking, and made the night sorrowful, I did not yield to it at another time; and Ada found me what I used to be except, of course, in that particular of which I have said enough, and which I have no intention of mentioning any more, just now, if I can help it.
The difficulty that I felt in being quite composed that first evening, when Ada asked me, over our work, if the family were at the House, and when I was obliged to answer yes, I believed so, for Lady Dedlock had spoken to me in the woods the day before yesterday, was great. Greater still, when Ada asked me what she had said, and when I replied that she had been kind and interested; and when Ada, while admitting her beauty and elegance, remarked upon her proud manner, and her imperious chilling air. But Charley helped me through unconsciously, by telling us that Lady Dedlock had only stayed at the House two nights, on her way from London to visit at some other great house in the next county; and that she had left early on the morning after we had seen her at our view, as we called it. Charley verified the adage about little pitchers, I am sure; for she heard of more sayings and doings, in a day, than would have come to my ears in a month.
We were to stay a month at Mr Boythorns. My pet had scarcely been there a bright week, as I recollect the time, when one evening after we had finished helping the gardener in watering his flowers, and just as the candles were lighted, Charley, appearing with a very important air behind Adas chair, beckoned me mysteriously out of the room.
Oh! If you please, miss, said Charley, in a whisper, with her eyes at their roundest and largest. Youre wanted at the Dedlock Arms.
Why, Charley, said I, who can possibly want me at the public-house?
I dont know, miss, returned Charley, putting her head forward, and folding her hands tight upon the band of her little apron; which she always did, in the enjoyment of anything mysterious or confidential, but its a gentleman, miss, and his compliments, and will you please to come without saying anything about it.
Whose compliments, Charley?
Hisn, miss, returned Charley: whose grammatical education was advancing, but not very rapidly.
And how do you come to be the messenger, Charley?
I am not the messenger, if you please, miss, returned my little maid. It was W. Grubble, miss.
And who is W. Grubble, Charley?
Mister Grubble, miss, returned Charley. Dont you know, miss? The Dedlock Arms, by W. Grubble, which Charley delivered as if she were slowly spelling out the sign.
Aye? The landlord, Charley?
Yes, miss. If you please, miss, his wife is a beautiful woman, but she broke her ankle and it never joined. And her brothers the sawyer, that was put in the cage, miss, and they expect hell drink himself to death entirely on beer, said Charley.
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