said the poor old lady, keeping up with Ada and me.
‟Anything but troublesome. I shall confer estates on both—which is not
being troublesome, I trust? I expect a judgment. Shortly. On the Day of
Judgment. This is a good omen for you. Accept my blessing!”
She stopped at the bottom of the steep, broad flight of stairs; but we
looked back as we went up, and she was still there, saying, still with a
curtsy and a smile between every little sentence, Youth. And hope. And ‟
beauty. And Chancery. And Conversation Kenge! Ha! Pray accept my
blessing!”
CHAPTER IV. Telescopic Philanthropy
We were to pass the night, Mr. Kenge told us when we arrived in his
room, at Mrs. Jellyby’s; and then he turned to me and said he took it for
granted I knew who Mrs. Jellyby was.
I really don’t, sir,” I returned. Perhaps Mr. Carstone—or Miss Clare ‟ ‟
—”
But no, they knew nothing whatever about Mrs. Jellyby. In-deed! ‟
Mrs. Jellyby,” said Mr. Kenge, standing with his back to the fire and
casting his eyes over the dusty hearth-rug as if it were Mrs. Jellyby’s
biography, is a lady of very remarkable strength of character who ‟
devotes herself entirely to the public. She has devoted herself to an
extensive variety of public subjects at various times and is at present
(until something else attracts her) devoted to the subject of Africa, with
a view to the general cultivation of the coffee berry—and the natives—
and the happy settlement, on the banks of the African rivers, of our
superabundant home population. Mr. Jarndyce, who is desirous to aid
any work that is considered likely to be a good work and who is much
sought after by philanthropists, has, I believe, a very high opinion of
Mrs. Jellyby.”
Mr. Kenge, adjusting his cravat, then looked at us. said the poor old lady, keeping up with Ada and me.
‟Anything but troublesome. I shall confer estates on both—which is not
being troublesome, I trust? I expect a judgment. Shortly. On the Day of
Judgment. This is a good omen for you. Accept my blessing!”
She stopped at the bottom of the steep, broad flight of stairs; but we
looked back as we went up, and she was still there, saying, still with a
curtsy and a smile between every little sentence, Youth. And hope. And ‟
beauty. And Chancery. And Conversation Kenge! Ha! Pray accept my
blessing!”
CHAPTER IV. Telescopic Philanthropy
We were to pass the night, Mr. Kenge told us when we arrived in his
room, at Mrs. Jellyby’s; and then he turned to me and said he took it for
granted I knew who Mrs. Jellyby was.
I really don’t, sir,” I returned. Perhaps Mr. Carstone—or Miss Clare ‟ ‟
—”
But no, they knew nothing whatever about Mrs. Jellyby. In-deed! ‟
Mrs. Jellyby,” said Mr. Kenge, standing with his back to the fire and
casting his eyes over the dusty hearth-rug as if it were Mrs. Jellyby’s
biography, is a lady of very remarkable strength of character who ‟
devotes herself entirely to the public. She has devoted herself to an
extensive variety of public subjects at various times and is at present
(until something else attracts her) devoted to the subject of Africa, with
a view to the general cultivation of the coffee berry—and the natives—
and the happy settlement, on the banks of the African rivers, of our
superabundant home population. Mr. Jarndyce, who is desirous to aid
any work that is considered likely to be a good work and who is much
sought after by philanthropists, has, I believe, a very high opinion of
Mrs. Jellyby.”
Mr. Kenge, adjusting his cravat, then looked at us.
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