up-stairs, that there had been a sudden death there, and an inquest ; and that our little friend had been ill of the fright. The door and window of the vacant room being open, we looked in. It was the room with the dark door, to which Miss Flite had secretly directed my attention when I was last in the house. A sad and desolate place it was ; a gloomy, sorrowful place, that gave me a strange sensation of mournfulness and even dread. "You look pale," said Caddy, when we came out, "and cold ! " I felt as if the room had chilled me.
We had walked slowly, while we were talking ; and my guardian and Ada were here before us. We found them in Miss Flite's garret. They were looking at the birds, while a medical gentleman who was so good as to attend Miss Flite with much solicitude and compassion, spoke with her cheerfully by the fire.
" I have finished my professional visit," he said, coming forward.
" Miss Flite is much better, and may appear in court (as her mind is set upon it) to-morrow. She has been greatly missed there, I understand."
Miss Elite received the compliment with complacency, and dropped a general curtsey to us.
" Honored, indeed," said she, " by another visit from the Wards in Jarndyce ! Ve-ry happy to receive Jarndyce of Bleak House beneath my humble roof! " with a special curtsey. " Fitz-Jarndyce, my dear; " she had bestowed that name on Caddy, it appeared, and always called her by it; "a double welcome ! "
" Has she been very ill ?" asked Mr. Jarndyce of the gentleman whom we had found in attendance on her. She answered for herself directly, though he had put the question in a whisper.
"O decidedly unwell ! O very unwell indeed," she said, confidentially. " Not pain, you know—trouble. Not bodily so much as nervous, nervous ! The truth is," in a subdued voice and trembling, " we have had death here. There was poison in the house. I am very susceptible to such horrid things. It frightened me. Only Mr. Woodcourt knows how much. My physician, Mr. Woodcourt !" with great stateliness. "The Wards in Jarndyce—Jarndyce of Bleak House—Fitz-Jarndyce ! "
" Miss Flite," said Mr. Woodcourt, in a grave kind voice as if he were appealing to her while speaking to us ; and laying his hand gently on her arm ; " Miss Flite describes her illness with her usual accuracy. She was alarmed by an occurrence in the house which might have alarmed a stronger person, and was made ill by the distress and agitation. She brought me here, in the first hurry of the discovery, though too late for me to be of any use to the unfortunate man. I have compensated myself for that disappointment by coming here since, and being of some small use to her."
" The kindest physician in the college," whispered Miss Elite to me. " I expect a Judgment. On the day of Judgment. And shall then confer estates."
" She will be as well, in a day or two," said Mr. Woodcourt, looking at her with an observant smile, " as she ever will be. In other words, quite well of course. Have you heard of her good fortune ? "
" Most extraordinary ! " said Miss Elite, smiling brightly. " You never heard of such a thing, my dear ! Every Saturday, Conversation Kenge, or Guppy (clerk to Conversation K.), places in my hand a paper of shillings.
