Charles Dickens, Bleak House: Ch. 24

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Ada had turned so pale that he made her sit down in his reading-chair and sat beside her.

"It's nothing, my dear," he said, "it's nothing.  Rick and I have only had a friendly difference, which we must state to you, for you are the theme.  Now you are afraid of what's coming."

"I am not indeed, cousin John," replied Ada with a smile, "if it is to come from you."

"Thank you, my dear.  Do you give me a minute's calm attention, without looking at Rick.  And, little woman, do you likewise.  My dear girl," putting his hand on hers as it lay on the side of the easy-chair, "you recollect the talk we had, we four when the little woman told me of a little love affair?"

"It is not likely that either Richard or I can ever forget your kindness that day, cousin John."

"I can never forget it," said Richard.

"And I can never forget it," said Ada.

"So much the easier what I have to say, and so much the easier for us to agree," returned my guardian, his face irradiated by the gentleness and honour of his heart.  "Ada, my bird, you should know that Rick has now chosen his profession for the last time.  All that he has of certainty will be expended when he is fully equipped.  He has exhausted his resources and is bound henceforward to the tree he has planted."

"Quite true that I have exhausted my present resources, and I am quite content to know it.  But what I have of certainty, sir," said Richard, "is not all I have."

"Rick, Rick!" cried my guardian with a sudden terror in his manner, and in an altered voice, and putting up his hands as if he would have stopped his ears.  "For the love of God, don't found a hope or expectation on the family curse!  Whatever you do on this side the grave, never give one lingering glance towards the horrible phantom that has haunted us so many years.  Better to borrow, better to beg, better to die!"

We were all startled by the fervour of this warning.  Richard bit his lip and held his breath, and glanced at me as if he felt, and knew that I felt too, how much he needed it.

"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.  Enough of that.  All Richard had to start him in the race of life is ventured.  I recommend to him and you, for his sake and your own, that he should depart from us with the understanding that there is no sort of contract between you.  I must go further.  I will be plain with you both.  You were to confide freely in me, and I will confide freely in you.  I ask you wholly to relinquish, for the present, any tie but your relationship."

"Better to say at once, sir," returned Richard, "that you renounce all confidence in me and that you advise Ada to do the same."

"Better to say nothing of the sort, Rick, because I don't mean it."

"You think I have begun ill, sir," retorted Richard.  "I HAVE, I know."

"How I hoped you would begin, and how go on, I told you when we spoke of these things last," said Mr. Jarndyce in a cordial and encouraging manner.  "You have not made that beginning yet, but there is a time for all things, and yours is not gone by; rather, it is just now fully come.  Make a clear beginning altogether.  You two (very young, my dears) are cousins.  As yet, you are nothing more.  What more may come must come of being worked out, Rick, and no sooner."