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The Close of Esther's Narrative
Full seven happy years I have been the mistress of Bleak House.
The few words that I have to add to what I have written are soon
penned; then I and the unknown friend to whom I write will part for
ever. Not without much dear remembrance on my side. Not without
some, I hope, on his or hers.
They gave my darling into my arms, and through many weeks I never
left her. The little child who was to have done so much was born
before the turf was planted on its father's grave. It was a boy;
and I, my husband, and my guardian gave him his father's name.
The help that my dear counted on did come to her, though it came,
in the eternal wisdom, for another purpose. Though to bless and
restore his mother, not his father, was the errand of this baby,
its power was mighty to do it. When I saw the strength of the weak
little hand and how its touch could heal my darling's heart and
raised hope within her, I felt a new sense of the goodness and the
tenderness of God.
They throve, and by degrees I saw my dear girl pass into my country
garden and walk there with her infant in her arms. I was married
then. I was the happiest of the happy.
It was at this time that my guardian joined us and asked Ada when
she would come home.
"Both houses are your home, my dear," said he, "but the older Bleak
House claims priority. When you and my boy are strong enough to do
it, come and take possession of your home."
Ada called him "her dearest cousin, John." But he said, no, it
must be guardian now. He was her guardian henceforth, and the
boy's; and he had an old association with the name. So she called
him guardian, and has called him guardian ever since. The children
know him by no other name. I say the children; I have two little
It is difficult to believe that Charley (round-eyed still, and not
at all grammatical) is married to a miller in our neighbourhood;
yet so it is; and even now, looking up from my desk as I write
early in the morning at my summer window, I see the very mill
beginning to go round. I hope the miller will not spoil Charley;
but he is very fond of her, and Charley is rather vain of such a
match, for he is well to do and was in great request. So far as my
small maid is concerned, I might suppose time to have stood for
seven years as still as the mill did half an hour ago, since little
Emma, Charley's sister, is exactly what Charley used to be. As to
Tom, Charley's brother, I am really afraid to say what he did at
school in ciphering, but I think it was decimals. He is
apprenticed to the miller, whatever it was, and is a good bashful
fellow, always falling in love with somebody and being ashamed of
Caddy Jellyby passed her very last holidays with us and was a
dearer creature than ever, perpetually dancing in and out of the
house with the children as if she had never given a dancing-lesson
in her life. Caddy keeps her own little carriage now instead of
hiring one, and lives full two miles further westward than Newman
Street. She works very hard, her husband (an excellent one) being
lame and able to do very little. Still, she is more than contented
and does all she has to do with all her heart. Mr. Jellyby spends
his evenings at her new house with his head against the wall as he
used to do in her old one. I have heard that Mrs. Jellyby was
understood to suffer great mortification from her daughter's
ignoble marriage and pursuits, but I hope she got over it in time.
She has been disappointed in Borrioboola-Gha, which turned out a
failure in consequence of the king of Borrioboola wanting to sell
everybody--who survived the climate--for rum, but she has taken up
with the rights of women to sit in Parliament, and Caddy tells me
it is a mission involving more correspondence than the old one. I
had almost forgotten Caddy's poor little girl. She is not such a
mite now, but she is deaf and dumb. I believe there never was a
better mother than Caddy, who learns, in her scanty intervals of
leisure, innumerable deaf and dumb arts to soften the affliction of
As if I were never to have done with Caddy, I am reminded here of
Peepy and old Mr. Turveydrop. Peepy is in the Custom House, and
doing extremely well. Old Mr. Turveydrop, very apoplectic, still
exhibits his deportment about town, still enjoys himself in the old
manner, is still believed in in the old way. He is constant in his
patronage of Peepy and is understood to have bequeathed him a
favourite French clock in his dressing-room--which is not his
With the first money we saved at home, we added to our pretty house
by throwing out a little growlery expressly for my guardian, which
we inaugurated with great splendour the next time he came down to
see us. I try to write all this lightly, because my heart is full
in drawing to an end, but when I write of him, my tears will have
I never look at him but I hear our poor dear Richard calling him a
good man. To Ada and her pretty boy, he is the fondest father; to
me he is what he has ever been, and what name can I give to that?
He is my husband's best and dearest friend, he is our children's
darling, he is the object of our deepest love and veneration. Yet
while I feel towards him as if he were a superior being, I am so
familiar with him and so easy with him that I almost wonder at
myself. I have never lost my old names, nor has he lost his; nor
do I ever, when he is with us, sit in any other place than in my
old chair at his side, Dame Trot, Dame Durden, Little Woman--all
just the same as ever; and I answer, "Yes, dear guardian!" just the
I have never known the wind to be in the east for a single moment
since the day when he took me to the porch to read the name. I
remarked to him once that the wind seemed never in the east now,
and he said, no, truly; it had finally departed from that quarter
on that very day.
I think my darling girl is more beautiful than ever. The sorrow
that has been in her face--for it is not there now--seems to have
purified even its innocent expression and to have given it a
diviner quality. Sometimes when I raise my eyes and see her in the
black dress that she still wears, teaching my Richard, I feel--it
is difficult to express--as if it were so good to know that she
remembers her dear Esther in her prayers.
I call him my Richard! But he says that he has two mamas, and I am
We are not rich in the bank, but we have always prospered, and we
have quite enough. I never walk out with my husband but I hear the
people bless him. I never go into a house of any degree but I hear
his praises or see them in grateful eyes. I never lie down at
night but I know that in the course of that day he has alleviated
pain and soothed some fellow-creature in the time of need. I know
that from the beds of those who were past recovery, thanks have
often, often gone up, in the last hour, for his patient
ministration. Is not this to be rich?
The people even praise me as the doctor's wife. The people even
like me as I go about, and make so much of me that I am quite
abashed. I owe it all to him, my love, my pride! They like me for
his sake, as I do everything I do in life for his sake.
A night or two ago, after bustling about preparing for my darling
and my guardian and little Richard, who are coming to-morrow, I was
sitting out in the porch of all places, that dearly memorable
porch, when Allan came home. So he said, "My precious little
woman, what are you doing here?" And I said, "The moon is shining
so brightly, Allan, and the night is so delicious, that I have been
sitting here thinking."
"What have you been thinking about, my dear?" said Allan then.
"How curious you are!" said I. "I am almost ashamed to tell you,
but I will. I have been thinking about my old looks--such as they
"And what have you been thinking about THEM, my busy bee?" said
"I have been thinking that I thought it was impossible that you
COULD have loved me any better, even if I had retained them."
"'Such as they were'?" said Allan, laughing.
"Such as they were, of course."
"My dear Dame Durden," said Allan, drawing my arm through his, "do
you ever look in the glass?"
"You know I do; you see me do it."
"And don't you know that you are prettier than you ever were?"
"I did not know that; I am not certain that I know it now. But I
know that my dearest little pets are very pretty, and that my
darling is very beautiful, and that my husband is very handsome,
and that my guardian has the brightest and most benevolent face
that ever was seen, and that they can very well do without much
beauty in me--even supposing--."