'So, cousin,' said the cheerful voice of Richard to Ada, behind me. 'We are never to get out of Chancery! We have come by another way to our place of meeting yesterday, and– by the Great Seal, here's the old lady again!'
Truly, there she was, immediately in front of us, curtseying, and smiling, and saying, with her yesterday's air of patronage:
'The wards in Jarndyce! Very happy, I am sure!'
'You are out early, ma'am,' said I, as she curtseyed to me.
'Ye-es! I usually walk here early. Before the Court sits. It's retired. I collect my thoughts here for the business of the day,' said the old lady, mincingly. 'The business of the day requires a great deal of thought. Chancery justice is so very difficult to follow.'
'Who's this, Miss Summerson?' whispered Miss Jellyby, drawing my arm tighter through her own.
The little old lady's hearing was remarkably quick. She answered for herself directly.
'A suitor, my child. At your service. I have the honour to attend court regularly. With my documents. Have I the pleasure of addressing another of the youthful parties in Jarndyce?' said the old lady, recovering herself, with her head on one side, from a very low curtsey.
Richard, anxious to atone for his thoughtlessness of yesterday, good-naturedly explained that Miss Jellyby was not connected with the suit.
'Ha!' said the old lady. 'She does not expect a judgment? She will still grow old. But not so old. O dear, no! This is the garden of Lincoln's Inn. I call it my garden. It is quite a bower in the summer-time. Where the birds sing melodiously. I pass the greater part of the long vacation here. In contemplation. You find the long vacation exceedingly long, don't you?'
We said yes, as she seemed to expect us to say so.
'When the leaves are falling from the trees, and there are no more flowers in bloom to make up into nosegays for the Lord Chancellor's court,' said the old lady, 'the vacation is fulfilled; and the sixth seal, mentioned in the Revelations, again prevails. Pray come and see my lodging. It will be a good omen for me. Youth, and hope, and beauty, are very seldom there. It is a long time since I had a visit from either.'
She had taken my hand, and, leading me and Miss Jellyby away, beckoned Richard and Ada to come too. I did not know how to excuse myself, and looked to Richard for aid. As he was half amused and half curious, and all in doubt how to get rid of the old lady without offence, she continued to lead us away, and he and Ada continued to follow; our strange conductress informing us all the time, with much smiling condescension, that she lived close by.