“Pardon me,” returned Mr. Vholes, going on in exactly the same inward and dispassionate manner.  “Mr. C. takes certain interests under certain wills disputed in the suit.  It is a term we use.  In reference to Mr. C,’s pursuit of his interests, I mentioned to you, Miss Summerson, the first time I had the pleasure of seeing you, in my desire that everything should be openly carried on—­I used those words, for I happened afterwards to note them in my diary, which is producible at any time—­I mentioned to you that Mr. C. had laid down the principle of watching his own interests, and that when a client of mine laid down a principle which was not of an immoral (that is to say, unlawful) nature, it devolved upon me to carry it out.  I have carried it out; I do carry it out.  But I will not smooth things over to any connexion of Mr. C.’s on any account.  As open as I was to Mr. Jarndyce, I am to you.  I regard it in the light of a professional duty to be so, though it can be charged to no one.  I openly say, unpalatable as it may be, that I consider Mr. C.’s affairs in a very bad way, that I consider Mr. C. himself in a very bad way, and that I regard this as an exceedingly ill-advised marriage.  Am I here, sir?  Yes, I thank you; I am here, Mr. C., and enjoying the pleasure of some agreeable conversation with Miss Summerson, for which I have to thank you very much, sir!”

He broke off thus in answer to Richard, who addressed him as he came into the room.  By this time I too well understood Mr. Vholes’s scrupulous way of saving himself and his respectability not to feel that our worst fears did but keep pace with his client’s progress.

We sat down to dinner, and I had an opportunity of observing Richard, anxiously.  I was not disturbed by Mr. Vholes (who took off his gloves to dine), though he sat opposite to me at the small table, for I doubt if, looking up at all, he once removed his eyes from his host’s face.  I found Richard thin and languid, slovenly in his dress, abstracted in his manner, forcing his spirits now and then, and at other intervals relapsing into a dull thoughtfulness.  About his large bright eyes that used to be so merry there was a wanness and a restlessness that changed them altogether.  I cannot use the expression that he looked old.  There is a ruin of youth which is not like age, and into such a ruin Richard’s youth and youthful beauty had all fallen away.

He ate little and seemed indifferent what it was, showed himself to be much more impatient than he used to be, and was quick even with Ada.  I thought at first that his old light-hearted manner was all gone, but it shone out of him sometimes as I had occasionally known little momentary glimpses of my own old face to look out upon me from the glass.  His laugh had not quite left him either, but it was like the echo of a joyful sound, and that is always sorrowful.

Yet he was as glad as ever, in his old affectionate way, to have me there, and we talked of the old times pleasantly.  These did not appear to be interesting to Mr. Vholes, though he occasionally made a gasp which I believe was his smile.  He rose shortly after dinner and said that with the permission of the ladies he would retire to his office.