. Bleak house . to tell what Ada hasbeen to me, where I shall be able to recall my many faults andblindnesses, where I shall prepare myself to be a guide to my un-born child 1 said Eichard. When shall I go ? Dear Eick, when you are strong enough, returned my Guardian. Ada, my darling ! He sought to raise himself a little. Allan raised him so that shecould hold him on her bosom : which was what he wanted. I have done you many wrongs, my own. I have fallen like apoor stray shadow on your way, I have married you to poverty andtrouble, I have scattered your means to the winds. You will for-give me
. Bleak house . to tell what Ada hasbeen to me, where I shall be able to recall my many faults andblindnesses, where I shall prepare myself to be a guide to my un-born child 1 said Eichard. When shall I go ? Dear Eick, when you are strong enough, returned my Guardian. Ada, my darling ! He sought to raise himself a little. Allan raised him so that shecould hold him on her bosom : which was what he wanted. I have done you many wrongs, my own. I have fallen like apoor stray shadow on your way, I have married you to poverty andtrouble, I have scattered your means to the winds. You will for-give me all this, my Ada, before 1 begin the world ? A smile irradiated his face, as she bent to kiss him. He slowlylaid his face down upon her bosom, drew his arms closer roundher neck, and with one parting sob began the world. Not thisworld, 0 not this ! The world that sets this right. When all was still, at a late hour, poor crazed Miss Flite cameweeping to me, and told me that she had given her birds THE MAUSOLEUM AT CHESNEY WOLD. 808 BLEAK HOUSE. CHAPTER LXVI. DOWN IN LINCOLNSHIRE. There is a hush upon Chesney Wold in these altered days, asthere is upon a portion of the family history. The story goes,that Sir Leicester paid some who could have spoken out, to holdtheir peace; but it is a lame story, feebly whispering and creepingabout, and any brighter spark of life it shows soon dies away. Itis known for certain that the handsome Lady Dedlock lies in themausoleum in the park, where the trees arch darkly overhead, andthe owl is heard at night making the woods ring; but whence shewas brought home, to be laid among the echoes of that solitaryplace, or how she died, is all mystery. Some of her old friends,principally to be found among the peachy-cheeked charmers withthe skeleton throats, did once occasionally say, as they toyed in aghastly manner with large fans — like charmers reduced to flirtingwith grim Death, after losing all their other beaux — did onceoccasio
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