In Bleak House I have purposely dwelt upon the romantic side of familiar things.
"The Jarndyce in question," said the Lord Chancellor, still turning over leaves, "is Jarndyce of Bleak House."
"Jarndyce of Bleak House, my lord," said Mr. Kenge.
"And Bleak House," said his lordship, "is in—"
Now it was the little mad woman worn out with curtsying and smiling, now some one in authority at Bleak House.
In the same odd way, yet with the same rapidity, he then produced singly, and rubbed out singly, the letters forming the words Bleak House.
Bleak House has an exposed sound.
I reminded him, at the hopeful change he had made in Bleak House.
Although Bleak House was not in Chancery, its master was, and it was stamped with the same seal.
The wards in Jarndyce—Jarndyce of Bleak House—Fitz-Jarndyce!
"I don’t know, Mr. Jarndyce of Bleak House!" replied the old man, turning up his spectacles on his forehead and rubbing his hands.
We lived, at first, rather a busy life at Bleak House, for we had to become acquainted with many residents in and out of the neighbourhood who knew Mr. Jarndyce.
Bleak House; true.
These delays so protracted the journey that the short day was spent and the long night had closed in before we came to St. Albans, near to which town Bleak House was, we knew.
It set me thinking so that when Ada was asleep, I still remained before the fire, wondering and wondering about Bleak House, and wondering and wondering that yesterday morning should seem so long ago.
Mr. Kenge proceeded to tell us that as the road to Bleak House would have been very long, dark, and tedious on such an evening, and as we had been travelling already, Mr. Jarndyce had himself proposed this arrangement.
Of course I ask for no secrecy at Bleak House.
CHAPTER XXXVIII A Struggle When our time came for returning to Bleak House again, we were punctual to the day and were received with an overpowering welcome.
It was a question much discussed between him and my guardian what arrangements should be made for his living in London while he experimented on the law, for we had long since gone back to Bleak House, and it was too far off to admit of his coming there oftener than once a week.
There was a light sparkling on the top of a hill before us, and the driver, pointing to it with his whip and crying, "That’s Bleak House!" put his horses into a canter and took us forward at such a rate, uphill though it was, that the wheels sent the road drift flying about our heads like spray from a water-mill.
BLEAK HOUSE by Charles Dickens PREFACE A Chancery judge once had the kindness to inform me, as one of a company of some hundred and fifty men and women not labouring under any suspicions of lunacy, that the Court of Chancery, though the shining subject of much popular prejudice (at which point I thought the judge’s eye had a cast in my direction), was almost immaculate.
When you are mistress of Bleak House, you are to be as cheerful as a bird.
It was at one of the first of these quiet times that I told Caddy about Bleak House.
Nevertheless, Bleak House is thinning fast, O little woman!
We said no more about it, nor did he say a word about the future of Bleak House.
You know, you said to me, was this the mistress of Bleak House.
And then I said Bleak House was thinning fast; and so it was, my dear.
I will be the mistress of Bleak House when you please.
When shall we give Bleak House its mistress, little woman?
I meant it as a pleasant surprise for the little mistress of Bleak House.
"No!" said I. We went out of the porch and he showed me written over it, Bleak House.
It will be like coming to the old Bleak House again.
CHAPTER LXVII The Close of Esther’s Narrative Full seven happy years I have been the mistress of Bleak House.
It asked me, would I be the mistress of Bleak House.
Bleak House is thinning fast.
There is, in that city of London there, some property of ours which is much at this day what Bleak House was then; I say property of ours, meaning of the suit’s, but I ought to call it the property of costs, for costs is the only power on earth that will ever get anything out of it now or will ever know it for anything but an eyesore and a heartsore.
This is Bleak House.
"As if you had anything to make you unhappy, instead of everything to make you happy, you ungrateful heart!" said I. If I could have made myself go to sleep, I would have done it directly, but not being able to do that, I took out of my basket some ornamental work for our house (I mean Bleak House) that I was busy with at that time and sat down to it with great determination.
As to its seeming at all strange to me at first (if that were any excuse for crying, which it was not) that I was one day to be the mistress of Bleak House, why should it seem strange?
At length, feeling sure that Ada suppressed this something from me lest it should make me unhappy too, it came into my head that she was a little grieved—for me—by what I had told her about Bleak House.
It was Mrs. Woodcourt, who, having come from Wales to stay with Mrs. Bayham Badger and having written to my guardian, "by her son Allan’s desire," to report that she had heard from him and that he was well "and sent his kind remembrances to all of us," had been invited by my guardian to make a visit to Bleak House.
Such, with its illuminated windows, softened here and there by shadows of curtains, shining out upon the starlight night; with its light, and warmth, and comfort; with its hospitable jingle, at a distance, of preparations for dinner; with the face of its generous master brightening everything we saw; and just wind enough without to sound a low accompaniment to everything we heard, were our first impressions of Bleak House.
This caused me to feel that I ought to tell her, and Caddy too, that I was going to be the mistress of Bleak House and that if I avoided that disclosure any longer I might become less worthy in my own eyes of its master’s love.
I put my two arms round his neck and kissed him, and he said was this the mistress of Bleak House, and I said yes; and it made no difference presently, and we all went out together, and I said nothing to my precious pet about it.
"The day on which I take the happiest and best step of my life—the day on which I shall be a man more exulting and more enviable than any other man in the world—the day on which I give Bleak House its little mistress—shall be next month then," said my guardian.
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.
"Guardian," said I, "you remember the happy night when first we came down to Bleak House?
Ve-ry happy to receive Jarndyce of Bleak House beneath my humble roof!" with a special curtsy.
Jarndyce of Bleak House is not married?" said his lordship.
Jarndyce of Bleak House, my lord," Mr. Kenge observed in a low voice, "if I may venture to remind your lordship, provides a suitable companion for—"
Mr. Jarndyce of Bleak House has chosen, so far as I may judge," and this was when he looked at me, "a very good companion for the young lady, and the arrangement altogether seems the best of which the circumstances admit."
"Ada, my dear," said Mr. Jarndyce, recovering his cheerfulness, "these are strong words of advice, but I live in Bleak House and have seen a sight here.
) sitting near the Lord Chancellor, with whom his lordship spoke a little part, asking her, as she told me afterwards, whether she had well reflected on the proposed arrangement, and if she thought she would be happy under the roof of Mr. Jarndyce of Bleak House, and why she thought so?
"And in the meanwhile leave Bleak House?" said I. "Aye, my dear?
"Bleak House," he repeated—and his tone did NOT sound sorrowful, I found—"must learn to take care of itself.
"When I get down to Bleak House," said Richard, "I shall have much to tell you, sir, and you will have much to show me.
"Both houses are your home, my dear," said he, "but the older Bleak House claims priority.
Bleak House," he returned, "must learn to take care of itself."
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