. Bleak house . oo, why Mrs. Rouncewell should murmurso distractedly, My Lady, my Lady, my Lady ! over and overagain. The frosty night wears away, and the dawn breaks, and the post-chaise comes rolling on through the early mist, like the ghost of achaise departed. It has plenty of spectral company, in ghosts oftrees and hedges, slowly vanishing and giving place to the realitiesof day. London reached, the travellers alight; the old housekeeperin great tribulation and confusion; Mrs. Bagnet, quite fresh andcollected ?— as she would be, if her next point, with no new equi-page and outfit, were th
. Bleak house . oo, why Mrs. Rouncewell should murmurso distractedly, My Lady, my Lady, my Lady ! over and overagain. The frosty night wears away, and the dawn breaks, and the post-chaise comes rolling on through the early mist, like the ghost of achaise departed. It has plenty of spectral company, in ghosts oftrees and hedges, slowly vanishing and giving place to the realitiesof day. London reached, the travellers alight; the old housekeeperin great tribulation and confusion; Mrs. Bagnet, quite fresh andcollected ?— as she would be, if her next point, with no new equi-page and outfit, were the Cape of Good Hope, the Island of Ascen-sion, Hong Kong, or any other military station. But when they set out for the prison where the trooper is con-fined, the old lady has managed to draw about her, with her laven-der-coloured dress, much of the staid calmness which is its usualaccompaniment. A wonderfully grave, pribise, and handsome pieceof old china she looks; though her heart beats fast, and her stom-. 694 BLEAK HOUSE. acher is ruffled, more than even the remembrance of this waywardson has ruffled it these many years. Approaching the cell, they find the door opening and a warder inthe act of coming out. The old girl promptly makes a sign ofentreaty to him to say nothing; assenting, with a nod, he suffersthem to enter as he shuts the door. So George, who is writing at his table, supposing himself to bealone, does not raise his eyes, but remains absorbed. The old house-keeper looks at hirn, and those wandering hands of hers are quiteenough for Mrs. Bagnets confirmation; even if she could see themother and the son together, knowing what she knows, and doubttheir relationship. Not a rustle of the housekeepers dress, not a gesture, not a word,betrays her. She stands looking at him as he writes on, all uncon-scious, and only her fluttering hands give utterance to her they are very eloquent; very, very eloquent. Mrs. Bagnetunderstands them. They speak of gratitud
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