Identifier: bleakhouse00dick (find matches)
Title: Bleak house
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, illus
Subjects: Young women Guardian and ward Illegitimate children Inheritance and succession
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan and co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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, who iafound to be silent when the startled visitors look round, but whosechin has received a .recent toss, expressive of derision and con-tempt. Mr. Bagnets gravity becomes yet more profound. But I think you asked me, Mr. George ; old Smallweed, whoall this time has had the pipe in his hand, is the speaker now; I think you asked me, what did the letter mean ? Why, yes, I did, returns the trooper, in his off-hand way: but I dont care to know particularly, if its all correct andpleasant. Mr. Smallweed, purposely balking himself in an aim at thetroopers head, throws the pipe on the ground and breaks it to pieces. Thats what it means, my dear friend. Ill smash you. Illcrumble you. Ill powder you. Go to the devil! The two friends rise and look at one another. Mr. Bagnetsgravity has now attained its profoundest point. Go to the devil! repeats the old man. Ill have no moreof your pipe-smokings and swaggerings. What ? Youre an inde-pendent dragoon, too ! Go to my lawyer (you remember where;
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448 BLEAK HOUSE. you have been there before), and show your independence now, willyou 1 Come, my dear friend, theres a chance for you. Open thestreet door, Judy ; put these blusterers out! Call in help if theydont go. Put em out! He vociferates this so loudly, that Mr. Bagnet, laying his handson the shoulders of his comrade, before the latter can recover fromhis amazement, gets him on the outside of the street door ; whichis instantly slammed by the triumphant Judy. Utterly confounded,Mr. George awhile stands looking at the knocker. Mr. Bagnet, ina perfect abyss of gravity, walks up and down before the little par-lour window, like a sentry, and looks in every time he passes japparently revolving something in his mind. Come, Mat ! says Mr. George, when he has recovered him-self, we must try the lawyer. Now, what do you think of thisrascal? Mr. Bagnet, stopping to take a farewell look into the parlour, re-phes, with one shake of liis head directed at the interior, If myold girl had been

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