‘You frightened me.’

’Most unintentionally, but I am as sorry as if I had meant to do it.  Could you possibly suppose for a moment, from any loose way of speaking of mine, that I was literally afraid of the dear fond fellow?  What I mean is, that he is subject to a kind of paroxysm, or fit—­I saw him in it once—­and I don’t know but that so great a surprise, coming upon him direct from me whom he is so wrapped up in, might bring it on perhaps.  Which—­and this is the secret I was going to tell you—­is another reason for your guardian’s making the communication.  He is so steady, precise, and exact, that he will talk Jack’s thoughts into shape, in no time:  whereas with me Jack is always impulsive and hurried, and, I may say, almost womanish.’

Rosa seemed convinced.  Perhaps from her own very different point of view of ‘Jack,’ she felt comforted and protected by the interposition of Mr. Grewgious between herself and him.

And now, Edwin Drood’s right hand closed again upon the ring in its little case, and again was checked by the consideration:  ’It is certain, now, that I am to give it back to him; then why should I tell her of it?’ That pretty sympathetic nature which could be so sorry for him in the blight of their childish hopes of happiness together, and could so quietly find itself alone in a new world to weave fresh wreaths of such flowers as it might prove to bear, the old world’s flowers being withered, would be grieved by those sorrowful jewels; and to what purpose?  Why should it be?  They were but a sign of broken joys and baseless projects; in their very beauty they were (as the unlikeliest of men had said) almost a cruel satire on the loves, hopes, plans, of humanity, which are able to forecast nothing, and are so much brittle dust.  Let them be.  He would restore them to her guardian when he came down; he in his turn would restore them to the cabinet from which he had unwillingly taken them; and there, like old letters or old vows, or other records of old aspirations come to nothing, they would be disregarded, until, being valuable, they were sold into circulation again, to repeat their former round.

Let them be.  Let them lie unspoken of, in his breast.  However distinctly or indistinctly he entertained these thoughts, he arrived at the conclusion, Let them be.  Among the mighty store of wonderful chains that are for ever forging, day and night, in the vast iron-works of time and circumstance, there was one chain forged in the moment of that small conclusion, riveted to the foundations of heaven and earth, and gifted with invincible force to hold and drag.