That the money Ada brought him was melting away with the candles I used to see burning after dark in Mr. Vholes’s office I knew very well.  It was not a large amount in the beginning, he had married in debt, and I could not fail to understand, by this time, what was meant by Mr. Vholes’s shoulder being at the wheel—­as I still heard it was.  My dear made the best of housekeepers and tried hard to save, but I knew that they were getting poorer and poorer every day.

She shone in the miserable corner like a beautiful star.  She adorned and graced it so that it became another place.  Paler than she had been at home, and a little quieter than I had thought natural when she was yet so cheerful and hopeful, her face was so unshadowed that I half believed she was blinded by her love for Richard to his ruinous career.

I went one day to dine with them while I was under this impression.  As I turned into Symond’s Inn, I met little Miss Flite coming out.  She had been to make a stately call upon the wards in Jarndyce, as she still called them, and had derived the highest gratification from that ceremony.  Ada had already told me that she called every Monday at five o’clock, with one little extra white bow in her bonnet, which never appeared there at any other time, and with her largest reticule of documents on her arm.

“My dear!” she began.  “So delighted!  How do you do!  So glad to see you.  And you are going to visit our interesting Jarndyce wards?  To be sure!  Our beauty is at home, my dear, and will be charmed to see you.”

“Then Richard is not come in yet?” said I.  “I am glad of that, for I was afraid of being a little late.”

“No, he is not come in,” returned Miss Flite.  “He has had a long day in court.  I left him there with Vholes.  You don’t like Vholes, I hope?  Don’t like Vholes.  Dan-gerous man!”

“I am afraid you see Richard oftener than ever now,” said I.

“My dearest,” returned Miss Flite, “daily and hourly.  You know what I told you of the attraction on the Chancellor’s table?  My dear, next to myself he is the most constant suitor in court.  He begins quite to amuse our little party.  Ve-ry friendly little party, are we not?”

It was miserable to hear this from her poor mad lips, though it was no surprise.

“In short, my valued friend,” pursued Miss Flite, advancing her lips to my ear with an air of equal patronage and mystery, “I must tell you a secret.  I have made him my executor.  Nominated, constituted, and appointed him.  In my will.  Ye-es.”

“Indeed?” said I.

“Ye-es,” repeated Miss Flite in her most genteel accents, “my executor, administrator, and assign. (Our Chancery phrases, my love.) I have reflected that if I should wear out, he will be able to watch that judgment.  Being so very regular in his attendance.”

It made me sigh to think of him.