She stopped a minute. Stopped speaking only; her hand was still in motion.
'I look forward a little while, and I don't know what great aid may come to me. When Richard turns his eyes upon me then, there may be something lying on my breast more eloquent than I have been, with greater power than mine to show him his true course and win him back.'
Her hand stopped now. She clasped me in her arms, and I clasped her in mine.
'If that little creature should fail too, Esther, I still look forward. I look forward a long while, through years and years, and think that then, when I am growing old, or when I am dead perhaps, a beautiful woman, his daughter, happily married, may be proud of him and a blessing to him. Or that a generous brave man, as handsome as he used to be, as hopeful, and far more happy, may walk in the sunshine with him, honouring his grey head and saying to himself, 'I thank God this is my father! Ruined by a fatal inheritance, and restored through me!''
Oh, my sweet girl, what a heart was that which beat so fast against me!
'These hopes uphold me, my dear Esther, and I know they will.
Though sometimes even they depart from me before a dread that arises when I look at Richard.'
I tried to cheer my darling, and asked her what it was. Sobbing and weeping, she replied, 'That he may not live to see his child.'
CHAPTER LXI
A Discovery
The days when I frequented that miserable corner which my dear girl brightened can never fade in my remembrance. I never see it, and I never wish to see it now; I have been there only once since, but in my memory there is a mournful glory shining on the place which will shine for ever.
Not a day passed without my going there, of course. At first I found Mr. Skimpole there, on two or three occasions, idly playing the piano and talking in his usual vivacious strain. Now, besides my very much mistrusting the probability of his being there without making Richard poorer, I felt as if there were something in his careless gaiety too inconsistent with what I knew of the depths of Ada's life. I clearly perceived, too, that Ada shared my feelings.
I therefore resolved, after much thinking of it, to make a private visit to Mr. Skimpole and try delicately to explain myself. My dear girl was the great consideration that made me bold.
I set off one morning, accompanied by Charley, for Somers Town. As I approached the house, I was strongly inclined to turn back, for I felt what a desperate attempt it was to make an impression on Mr.
Skimpole and how extremely likely it was that he would signally defeat me. However, I thought that being there, I would go through with it. I knocked with a trembling hand at Mr. Skimpole's door-literally with a hand, for the knocker was gone-and after a long parley gained admission from an Irishwoman, who was in the area when I knocked, breaking up the lid of a water-butt with a poker to light the fire with.
Mr. Skimpole, lying on the sofa in his room, playing the flute a little, was enchanted to see me. Now, who should receive me, he asked. Who would I prefer for mistress of the ceremonies? Would I have his Comedy daughter, his Beauty daughter, or his Sentiment daughter? Or would I have all the daughters at once in a perfect nosegay?
I replied, half defeated already, that I wished to speak to himself only if he would give me leave.
'My dear Miss Summerson, most joyfully! Of course,' he said, bringing his chair nearer mine and breaking into his fascinating smile, 'of course it's not business. Then it's pleasure!'
I said it certainly was not business that I came upon, but it was not quite a pleasant matter.
'Then, my dear Miss Summerson,' said he with the frankest gaiety,
'don't allude to it. Why should you allude to anything that is NOT a pleasant matter? I never do. And you are a much pleasanter creature, in every point of view, than I. You are perfectly pleasant; I am imperfectly pleasant; then, if I never allude to an unpleasant matter, how much less should you! So that's disposed of, and we will talk of something else.'
Although I was embarrassed, I took courage to intimate that I still wished to pursue the subject.
'I should think it a mistake,' said Mr. Skimpole with his airy laugh, 'if I thought Miss Summerson capable of making one. But I don't!'
'Mr. Skimpole,' said I, raising my eyes to his, 'I have so often heard you say that you are unacquainted with the common affairs of life-'
'Meaning our three banking-house friends, L, S, and who's the junior partner? D?' said Mr. Skimpole, brightly. 'Not an idea of them!'
'-That perhaps,' I went on, 'you will excuse my boldness on that account. I think you ought most seriously to know that Richard is poorer than he was.'
'Dear me!' said Mr. Skimpole. 'So am I, they tell me.'
'And in very embarrassed circumstances.'
'Parallel case, exactly!' said Mr. Skimpole with a delighted countenance.
'This at present naturally causes Ada much secret anxiety, and as I think she is less anxious when no claims are made upon her by visitors, and as Richard has one uneasiness always heavy on his mind, it has occurred to me to take the liberty of saying that-if you would-not-'
I was coming to the point with great difficulty when he took me by both hands and with a radiant face and in the liveliest way anticipated it.
'Not go there? Certainly not, my dear Miss Summerson, most assuredly not. Why SHOULD I go there? When I go anywhere, I go for pleasure. I don't go anywhere for pain, because I was made for pleasure. Pain comes to ME when it wants me. Now, I have had very little pleasure at our dear Richard's lately, and your practical sagacity demonstrates why. Our young friends, losing the youthful poetry which was once so captivating in them, begin to think, 'This is a man who wants pounds.' So I am; I always want pounds; not for myself, but because tradespeople always want them of me. Next, our young friends begin to think, becoming mercenary, 'This is the man who HAD pounds, who borrowed them,' which I did. I always borrow pounds. So our young friends, reduced to prose (which is much to be regretted), degenerate in their power of imparting pleasure to me. Why should I go to see them, therefore? Absurd!'
Through the beaming smile with which he regarded me as he reasoned thus, there now broke forth a look of disinterested benevolence quite astonishing.
'Besides,' he said, pursuing his argument in his tone of lighthearted conviction, 'if I don't go anywhere for pain-which would be a perversion of the intention of my being, and a monstrous thing to do-why should I go anywhere to be the cause of pain? If I went to see our young friends in their present ill-regulated state of mind, I should give them pain. The associations with me would be disagreeable. They might say, 'This is the man who had pounds and who can't pay pounds,' which I can't, of course; nothing could be more out of the question! Then kindness requires that I shouldn't go near them-and I won't.'
He finished by genially kissing my hand and thanking me. Nothing but Miss Summerson's fine tact, he said, would have found this out for him.
I was much disconcerted, but I reflected that if the main point were gained, it mattered little how strangely he perverted everything leading to it. I had determined to mention something else, however, and I thought I was not to be put off in that.
'Mr. Skimpole,' said I, 'I must take the liberty of saying before I conclude my visit that I was much surprised to learn, on the best authority, some little time ago, that you knew with whom that poor boy left Bleak House and that you accepted a present on that occasion. I have not mentioned it to my guardian, for I fear it would hurt him unnecessarily; but I may say to you that I was much surprised.'
'No? Really surprised, my dear Miss Summerson?' he returned inquiringly, raising his pleasant eyebrows.
'Greatly surprised.'
He thought about it for a little while with a highly agreeable and whimsical expression of face, then quite gave it up and said in his most engaging manner, 'You know what a child I am. Why surprised?'
I was reluctant to enter minutely into that question, but as he begged I would, for he was really curious to
