Bleak House eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,334 pages of information about Bleak House.
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Bleak House eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,334 pages of information about Bleak House.
confidence and had decided on taking it, if it only served to show me through one poor instance that the whole world would readily unite to falsify the stern prediction of my childhood.  I was the last to know what happiness I could bestow upon him, but of that he said no more, for I was always to remember that I owed him nothing and that he was my debtor, and for very much.  He had often thought of our future, and foreseeing that the time must come, and fearing that it might come soon, when Ada (now very nearly of age) would leave us, and when our present mode of life must be broken up, had become accustomed to reflect on this proposal.  Thus he made it.  If I felt that I could ever give him the best right he could have to be my protector, and if I felt that I could happily and justly become the dear companion of his remaining life, superior to all lighter chances and changes than death, even then he could not have me bind myself irrevocably while this letter was yet so new to me, but even then I must have ample time for reconsideration.  In that case, or in the opposite case, let him be unchanged in his old relation, in his old manner, in the old name by which I called him.  And as to his bright Dame Durden and little housekeeper, she would ever be the same, he knew.

This was the substance of the letter, written throughout with a justice and a dignity as if he were indeed my responsible guardian impartially representing the proposal of a friend against whom in his integrity he stated the full case.

But he did not hint to me that when I had been better looking he had had this same proceeding in his thoughts and had refrained from it.  That when my old face was gone from me, and I had no attractions, he could love me just as well as in my fairer days.  That the discovery of my birth gave him no shock.  That his generosity rose above my disfigurement and my inheritance of shame.  That the more I stood in need of such fidelity, the more firmly I might trust in him to the last.

But I knew it, I knew it well now.  It came upon me as the close of the benignant history I had been pursuing, and I felt that I had but one thing to do.  To devote my life to his happiness was to thank him poorly, and what had I wished for the other night but some new means of thanking him?

Still I cried very much, not only in the fullness of my heart after reading the letter, not only in the strangeness of the prospect—­ for it was strange though I had expected the contents—­but as if something for which there was no name or distinct idea were indefinitely lost to me.  I was very happy, very thankful, very hopeful; but I cried very much.

By and by I went to my old glass.  My eyes were red and swollen, and I said, “Oh, Esther, Esther, can that be you!” I am afraid the face in the glass was going to cry again at this reproach, but I held up my finger at it, and it stopped.

“That is more like the composed look you comforted me with, my dear, when you showed me such a change!” said I, beginning to let down my hair.  “When you are mistress of Bleak House, you are to be as cheerful as a bird.  In fact, you are always to be cheerful; so let us begin for once and for all.”

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