Chapter 50 - Page 2

for me, dear guardian,” said I, “for I never feel tired;” which was strictly true. I was only too happy to be in such request.

“For me then,” returned my guardian; “or for Ada, or for both of us. It is somebody’s birthday to-morrow, I think.”

“Truly I think it is,” said I, kissing my darling, who would be twenty-one to-morrow.

“Well,” observed my guardian, half pleasantly, half seriously, “that’s a great occasion, and will give my fair cousin some necessary business to transact in assertion of her independence, and will make London a more convenient place for all of us. So to London we will go. That being settled, there is another thing, — how have you left Caddy?”

“Very unwell, guardian. I fear it will be some time before she regains her health and strength.”

“What do you call some time, now?” asked my guardian, thoughtfully.

“Some weeks, I am afraid.”

“Ah!” He began to walk about the room with his hands in his pockets, showing that he had been thinking as much. “Now, what do you say about her doctor? Is he a good doctor, my love?”

I felt obliged to confess that I knew nothing to the contrary; but that Prince and I had agreed only that evening, that we would like his opinion to be confirmed by some one.

“Well, you know,” returned my guardian, quickly, “there’s Woodcourt.”

I had not meant that, and was rather taken by surprise. For a moment, all that I had had in my mind in connexion with Mr Woodcourt seemed to come back and confuse me.

“You don’t object to him, little woman?”

“Object to him, guardian? Oh no!”

“And you don’t think the patient would object to him?”

So far from that, I had no doubt of her being prepared to have a great reliance on him, and to like him very much. I said that he was no stranger to her personally, for she had seen him often in his kind attendance on Miss Flite.

“Very good,” said my guardian. “He has been here to-day, my dear, and I will see him about it to-morrow.”

I felt, in this short conversation — though I did not know how, for she was quiet, and we interchanged no look — that my dear girl well remembered how merrily she had clasped me round the waist, when no other hands than Caddy’s had brought me the little parting token. 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. Therefore, when we went upstairs, and had waited listening until the