Charles Dickens, Bleak House: Ch. 65

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Beginning the World

The term had commenced, and my guardian found an intimation from Mr. Kenge that the cause would come on in two days.  As I had sufficient hopes of the will to be in a flutter about it, Allan and I agreed to go down to the court that morning.  Richard was extremely agitated and was so weak and low, though his illness was still of the mind, that my dear girl indeed had sore occasion to be supported.  But she looked forward—a very little way now—to the help that was to come to her, and never drooped.

It was at Westminster that the cause was to come on.  It had come on there, I dare say, a hundred times before, but I could not divest myself of an idea that it MIGHT lead to some result now.  We left home directly after breakfast to be at Westminster Hall in good time and walked down there through the lively streets—so happily and strangely it seemed!—together.

As we were going along, planning what we should do for Richard and Ada, I heard somebody calling "Esther!  My dear Esther!  Esther!"  And there was Caddy Jellyby, with her head out of the window of a little carriage which she hired now to go about in to her pupils (she had so many), as if she wanted to embrace me at a hundred yards' distance.  I had written her a note to tell her of all that my guardian had done, but had not had a moment to go and see her.  Of course we turned back, and the affectionate girl was in that state of rapture, and was so overjoyed to talk about the night when she brought me the flowers, and was so determined to squeeze my face (bonnet and all) between her hands, and go on in a wild manner altogether, calling me all kinds of precious names, and telling Allan I had done I don't know what for her, that I was just obliged to get into the little carriage and calm her down by letting her say and do exactly what she liked.  Allan, standing at the window, was as pleased as Caddy; and I was as pleased as either of them; and I wonder that I got away as I did, rather than that I came off laughing, and red, and anything but tidy, and looking after Caddy, who looked after us out of the coach-window as long as she could see us.

This made us some quarter of an hour late, and when we came to Westminster Hall we found that the day's business was begun.  Worse than that, we found such an unusual crowd in the Court of Chancery that it was full to the door, and we could neither see nor hear what was passing within.  It appeared to be something droll, for occasionally there was a laugh and a cry of "Silence!"  It appeared to be something interesting, for every one was pushing and striving to get nearer.  It appeared to be something that made the professional gentlemen very merry, for there were several young counsellors in wigs and whiskers on the outside of the crowd, and when one of them told the others about it, they put their hands in their pockets, and quite doubled themselves up with laughter, and went stamping about the pavement of the Hall.

We asked a gentleman by us if he knew what cause was on.  He told us Jarndyce and Jarndyce.  We asked him if he knew what was doing in it.  He said really, no he did not, nobody ever did, but as well as he could make out, it was over.  Over for the day? we asked him.  No, he said, over for good.

Over for good!

When we heard this unaccountable answer, we looked at one another quite lost in amazement.  Could it be possible that the will had set things right at last and that Richard and Ada were going to be rich?  It seemed too good to be true.  Alas it was!

Our suspense was short, for a break-up soon took place in the crowd, and the people came streaming out looking flushed and hot and bringing a quantity of bad air with them.  Still they were all exceedingly amused and were more like people coming out from a farce or a juggler than from a court of justice.  We stood aside, watching for any countenance we knew, and presently great bundles of paper began to be carried out—bundles in bags, bundles too large to be got into any bags, immense masses of papers of all shapes and no shapes, which the bearers staggered under, and threw down for the time being, anyhow, on the Hall pavement, while they went back to bring out more.  Even these clerks were laughing.  We glanced at the papers, and seeing Jarndyce and Jarndyce everywhere, asked an official-looking person who was standing in the midst of them whether the cause was over.  Yes, he said, it was all up with it at last, and burst out laughing too.

At this juncture we perceived Mr. Kenge coming out of court with an affable dignity upon him, listening to Mr. Vholes, who was deferential and carried his own bag.  Mr. Vholes was the first to see us.  "Here is Miss Summerson, sir," he said.  "And Mr. Woodcourt."