This led to our saying again, with a great deal of gravity, all that we had said already and to our coming to much the same conclusion afterwards.  But we so strongly advised Richard to be frank and open with Mr. Jarndyce, without a moment’s delay, and his disposition was naturally so opposed to concealment that he sought him out at once (taking us with him) and made a full avowal.  “Rick,” said my guardian, after hearing him attentively, “we can retreat with honour, and we will.  But we must be careful—­for our cousin’s sake, Rick, for our cousin’s sake—­that we make no more such mistakes.  Therefore, in the matter of the law, we will have a good trial before we decide.  We will look before we leap, and take plenty of time about it.”

Richard’s energy was of such an impatient and fitful kind that he would have liked nothing better than to have gone to Mr. Kenge’s office in that hour and to have entered into articles with him on the spot.  Submitting, however, with a good grace to the caution that we had shown to be so necessary, he contented himself with sitting down among us in his lightest spirits and talking as if his one unvarying purpose in life from childhood had been that one which now held possession of him.  My guardian was very kind and cordial with him, but rather grave, enough so to cause Ada, when he had departed and we were going upstairs to bed, to say, “Cousin John, I hope you don’t think the worse of Richard?”

“No, my love,” said he.

“Because it was very natural that Richard should be mistaken in such a difficult case.  It is not uncommon.”

“No, no, my love,” said he.  “Don’t look unhappy.”

“Oh, I am not unhappy, cousin John!” said Ada, smiling cheerfully, with her hand upon his shoulder, where she had put it in bidding him good night.  “But I should be a little so if you thought at all the worse of Richard.”

“My dear,” said Mr. Jarndyce, “I should think the worse of him only if you were ever in the least unhappy through his means.  I should be more disposed to quarrel with myself even then, than with poor Rick, for I brought you together.  But, tut, all this is nothing!  He has time before him, and the race to run.  I think the worse of him?  Not I, my loving cousin!  And not you, I swear!”

“No, indeed, cousin John,” said Ada, “I am sure I could not—­I am sure I would not—­think any ill of Richard if the whole world did.  I could, and I would, think better of him then than at any other time!”

So quietly and honestly she said it, with her hands upon his shoulders—­both hands now—­and looking up into his face, like the picture of truth!

“I think,” said my guardian, thoughtfully regarding her, “I think it must be somewhere written that the virtues of the mothers shall occasionally be visited on the children, as well as the sins of the father.  Good night, my rosebud.  Good night, little woman.  Pleasant slumbers!  Happy dreams!”