Richard and Ada, and Miss Jellyby, and the little old lady, had gone by him, and I was going, when he touched me on the arm to stay me, and chalked the letter J upon the wall—in a very curious manner, beginning with the end of the letter and shaping it backward. It was a capital letter, not a printed one, but just such a letter as any clerk in Messrs. Kenge and Carboy's office would have made.
“Can you read it ?” he asked me with a keen glance.
“Surely,” said I. “It′s very plain.”
“What is it?”
“J.”
With another glance at me, and a glance at the door, he rubbed it out, and turned an a in its place (not a capital letter this time), and said, “What′s that?”
I told him. He then rubbed that out, and turned the letter r, and asked me the same question. He went on quickly, until he had formed, in the same curious manner, beginning at the ends and bottoms of the letters, the word Jarndyce, without once leaving two letters on the wall together.
“What does that spell?” he asked me.
When I told him, he laughed. In the same odd way, yet with the same rapidity, he then produced singly, and rubbed out singly, the letters forming the words Bleak House. These, in some astonishment, I also read ; and he laughed again.
“Hi!” said the old man, laying aside the chalk, “I have a turn for copying from memory, you see, miss, though I can neither read nor write.”
He looked so disagreeable, and his cat looked so wickedly at me, as if I were a blood-relation of the birds upstairs, that I was quite relieved by Richard′s appearing at the door and saying :
“Miss Summerson, I hope you are not bargaining for the sale of your hair. Don′t be tempted. Three sacks below are quite enough for Mr. Krook !”
I lost no time in wishing Mr. Krook good morning, and joining my friends outside, where we parted with the little old lady, who gave us her blessing with great ceremony, and renewed her assurance of yesterday in reference to her intention of settling estates on Ada—and me. Before we finally turned out of those lanes, we looked back, and saw Mr. Krook standing at his shop-door, in his spectacles, looking after us, his cat upon his shoulder, and her tail sticking up on one side of his hairy cap, like a tall feather.
“Quite an adventure for a morning in London !” said Richard, with a sigh. “Ah, cousin, cousin, it′s a weary word this Chancery !”
“It is to me, and has been ever since I can remember,” returned Ada. “I am grieved that I should be the enemy—as I suppose I am—of a great number of relations and others ; and that they should be my enemies—as I suppose they are ; and that we should all be ruining one another, without knowing how or why, and be in constant doubt and discord all our lives. It seems very strange, as there must be right somewhere, that an honest judge in real earnest has not been able to find out through all these years where it is.”
“Ah, cousin!” said Richard. “Strange, indeed! all this wasteful wanton chess-playig is very strange. To see that composed Court