Pg. 246

¶ 1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 0 246 BLEAK HOUSE. 

¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 beside me all the time, and having called the attention of several of her legal acquaintance to me (as I had overheard to my confusion), by whispering in their ears, “ Hush! Fitz-Jarndyce on my left!” 

¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 “ Hem ! ” said Mr. George. “ You remember, miss, that we passed some conversation on a certain man this morning ?—Gridley, in a low whisper behind his hand. 

¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 ” Yes, ” said I. 

¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 “ He is hiding at my place. I couldn’t mention it. Hadn’t his authority. He is on his last march, miss, and has a whim to see her. He says they can feel for one another, and she has been almost as good as a friend to him here. I came down to look for her; for when I sat by Gridley this afternoon, I seemed to hear the roll of the muffled drums.” 

¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 “ Shall I tell her ? ” said I. 

¶ 7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 “Would you be so good? ” he returned, with a glance of something like apprehension at Miss Elite. “ It’s a Providence I met you, miss; I doubt if I should have known how to get on with that lady.” And he put one hand in his breast, and stood upright in a martial attitude, as I informed little Miss Elite, in her ear, of the purport of his kind errand. 

¶ 8 Leave a comment on paragraph 8 0 “ My angry friend from Shropshire! Almost as celebrated as myself ! ” she exclaimed. “ Now really ! My dear, I will wait upon him with the greatest pleasure.” 

¶ 9 Leave a comment on paragraph 9 0 “ He is living concealed at Mr. George’s,” said I. “ Hush ! This is Mr. George.” 

¶ 10 Leave a comment on paragraph 10 0 “ In—deed ! ” returned Miss Elite. “ Very proud to have the honor ! A military man, my dear. You know, a perfect General ! ” she whispered to me. 

¶ 11 Leave a comment on paragraph 11 0 Poor Miss Elite deemed it necessary to be so courtly and polite, as a mark of her respect for the army, and to curtsey so very often, that it was no easy matter to get her out of the Court. When this was at last done, and, addressing Mr. George, as “ General,” she gave him her arm, to the great entertainment of some idlers who were looking on, he was so discomposed, and begged me so respectfully “not to desert him,” that I could not make up my mind to do it; especially as Miss Elite was always tractable with me, and as she too said, “Fitz-Jarndyce, my dear, you will accompany us, of course.” As Richard seemed quite willing, and even anxious, that we should see them safely to their destination, we agreed to do so. And as Mr. George informed us that Gridley’s mind had run on Mr. Jarndyce all the afternoon, after hearing of their interview in the morning, I wrote a hasty note in pencil to my guardian to say where we were gone, and why. Mr. George sealed it at a coffee- house, that it might lead to no discovery, and we sent it off by a ticket-porter. 

¶ 12 Leave a comment on paragraph 12 0 We then took a hackney-coach, and drove away to the neighbourhood of Leicester Square. We walked through some narrow courts, for which Mr. George apologised, and soon came to the Shooting Gallery, the door of which was closed. As he pulled a bell-handle which hung by a chain to the door-post, a very respectable old gentleman with grey hair, wearing spectacles, and dressed in a black spencer and gaiters and a broad- brimmed hat, and carrying a large gold-headed cane, addressed him.