Charles Dickens, Bleak House: Ch. 52

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"A gentleman like you ought to know best, sir," returned Mrs. Bagnet, hurriedly drying her eyes on the hem of her grey cloak, "but I am uneasy for him.  He has been so careless and said so much that he never meant.  The gentlemen of the juries might not understand him as Lignum and me do.  And then such a number of circumstances have happened bad for him, and such a number of people will be brought forward to speak against him, and Bucket is so deep."

"With a second-hand wiolinceller.  And said he played the fife.  When a boy," Mr. Bagnet added with great solemnity.

"Now, I tell you, miss," said Mrs. Bagnet; "and when I say miss, I mean all!  Just come into the corner of the wall and I'll tell you!"

Mrs. Bagnet hurried us into a more secluded place and was at first too breathless to proceed, occasioning Mr. Bagnet to say, "Old girl!  Tell 'em!"

"Why, then, miss," the old girl proceeded, untying the strings of her bonnet for more air, "you could as soon move Dover Castle as move George on this point unless you had got a new power to move him with.  And I have got it!"

"You are a jewel of a woman," said my guardian.  "Go on!"

"Now, I tell you, miss," she proceeded, clapping her hands in her hurry and agitation a dozen times in every sentence, "that what he says concerning no relations is all bosh.  They don't know of him, but he does know of them.  He has said more to me at odd times than to anybody else, and it warn't for nothing that he once spoke to my Woolwich about whitening and wrinkling mothers' heads.  For fifty pounds he had seen his mother that day.  She's alive and must be brought here straight!"

Instantly Mrs. Bagnet put some pins into her mouth and began pinning up her skirts all round a little higher than the level of her grey cloak, which she accomplished with surpassing dispatch and dexterity.

"Lignum," said Mrs. Bagnet, "you take care of the children, old man, and give me the umbrella!  I'm away to Lincolnshire to bring that old lady here."

"But, bless the woman," cried my guardian with his hand in his pocket, "how is she going?  What money has she got?"

Mrs. Bagnet made another application to her skirts and brought forth a leathern purse in which she hastily counted over a few shillings and which she then shut up with perfect satisfaction.

"Never you mind for me, miss.  I'm a soldier's wife and accustomed to travel my own way.  Lignum, old boy," kissing him, "one for yourself, three for the children.  Now I'm away into Lincolnshire after George's mother!"

And she actually set off while we three stood looking at one another lost in amazement.  She actually trudged away in her grey cloak at a sturdy pace, and turned the corner, and was gone.

"Mr. Bagnet," said my guardian.  "Do you mean to let her go in that way?"

"Can't help it," he returned.  "Made her way home once from another quarter of the world.  With the same grey cloak.  And same umbrella.  Whatever the old girl says, do.  Do it!  Whenever the old girl says, I'LL do it.  She does it."

"Then she is as honest and genuine as she looks," rejoined my guardian, "and it is impossible to say more for her."

"She's Colour-Sergeant of the Nonpareil battalion," said Mr. Bagnet, looking at us over his shoulder as he went his way also.  "And there's not such another.  But I never own to it before her.  Discipline must be maintained."