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246 BLEAK HOUSE. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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, \u201c Hush! Fitz-Jarndyce on my left!” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Hem ! \u201d said Mr. George. \u201c You remember, miss, that we passed some conversation on a certain man this morning ?\u2014Gridley, in a low whisper behind his hand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

” Yes, ” said I. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c He is hiding at my place. I couldn\u2019t 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.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c Shall I tell her ? \u201d said I. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWould you be so good? \u201d he returned, with a glance of something like apprehension at Miss Elite. \u201c It\u2019s a Providence I met you, miss; I doubt if I should have known how to get on with that lady.\u201d 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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c My angry friend from Shropshire! Almost as celebrated as myself ! \u201d she exclaimed. \u201c Now really ! My dear, I will wait upon him with the greatest pleasure.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c He is living concealed at Mr. George\u2019s,\u201d said I. \u201c Hush ! This is Mr. George.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c In\u2014deed ! \u201d returned Miss Elite. \u201c Very proud to have the honor ! A military man, my dear. You know, a perfect General ! \u201d she whispered to me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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 \u201c General,\u201d 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 \u201cnot to desert him,\u201d 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, \u201cFitz-Jarndyce, my dear, you will accompany us, of course.\u201d 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\u2019s 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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

246 BLEAK HOUSE.  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, \u201c Hush! Fitz-Jarndyce on my left!”  \u201c Hem ! \u201d said Mr. George. \u201c You remember, miss, that we passed some conversation […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":840,"menu_order":35,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-965","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/965","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=965"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/965\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1017,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/965\/revisions\/1017"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/840"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=965"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}