But Mr. Tulkinghorn is not alone to-night to ponder at his usual length.
"Some writing in that hand," says the trooper, pondering; "may be, I have."
He forgets to smoke, looks at the fire and ponders, lets his pipe out, fills the breast of Mr. Bagnet with perturbation and dismay by showing that he has no enjoyment of tobacco.
"Why, I must get a lodging of some sort," said Richard, pondering.
There is an amused smile on the ironmaster’s face as he watches his brother, who is pondering, deeply disappointed.
"That’s true!" says the trooper, pondering again.
More impenetrable than ever, he sits, and drinks, and mellows as it were in secrecy, pondering at that twilight hour on all the mysteries he knows, associated with darkening woods in the country, and vast blank shut-up houses in town, and perhaps sparing a thought or two for himself, and his family history, and his money, and his will—all a mystery to every one—and that one bachelor friend of his, a man of the same mould and a lawyer too, who lived the same kind of life until he was…
"It’s possible, Miss Summerson," said Mr. Bucket, pondering on it, "that her ladyship sent her up to London with some word for you, and it’s possible that her husband got the watch to let her go.