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is it?'

       'Not yours, I know,' Mr. Jasper answers, pausing to consider.

       'Not mine, you know? No; not mine, I know! Pussy's!'

       Fixed as the look the young fellow meets, is, there is yet in it some strange power of suddenly including the sketch over the chimneypiece.

       'Pussy's, Jack! We must drink Many happy returns to her. Come, uncle; take your dutiful and sharp-set nephew in to dinner.' As the boy (for he is little more) lays a hand on Jasper's shoulder, Jasper cordially and gaily lays a hand on his shoulder, and so

       Marseillaise-wise they go in to dinner.

       'And, Lord! here's Mrs. Tope!' cries the boy. 'Lovelier than ever!'

       'Never you mind me, Master Edwin,' retorts the Verger's wife; 'I can take care of myself.'

       'You can't. You're much too handsome. Give me a kiss because it's Pussy's birthday.'

       'I'd Pussy you, young man, if I was Pussy, as you call her,' Mrs. Tope blushingly retorts, after being saluted. 'Your uncle's too much wrapt up in you, that's where it is. He makes so much of you, that it's my opinion you think you've only to call your Pussys by the dozen, to make 'em come.'

       'You forget, Mrs. Tope,' Mr. Jasper interposes, taking his place at the table with a genial smile, 'and so do you, Ned, that Uncle and Nephew are words prohibited here by common consent and express agreement. For what we are going to receive His holy name be praised!'

       'Done like the Dean! Witness, Edwin Drood! Please to carve, Jack, for I can't.'

       This sally ushers in the dinner. Little to the present purpose, or to any purpose, is said, while it is in course of being disposed of. At length the cloth is drawn, and a dish of walnuts and a decanter of rich-coloured sherry are placed upon the table.

       'I say! Tell me, Jack,' the young fellow then flows on: 'do you really and truly feel as if the mention of our relationship divided us at

       all? I don't.'

       'Uncles as a rule, Ned, are so much older than their nephews,' is the reply, 'that I have that feeling instinctively.'

       'As a rule! Ah, may-be! But what is a difference in age of half-a-dozen years or so? And some uncles, in large families, are even younger than their nephews. By George, I wish it was the case with us!'

       'Why?'

       'Because if it was, I'd take the lead with you, Jack, and be as wise as Begone, dull Care! that turned a young man gray, and Begone, dull Care! that turned an old man to clay.--Halloa, Jack! Don't drink.'

       'Why not?'

       'Asks why not, on Pussy's birthday, and no Happy returns proposed! Pussy, Jack, and many of 'em! Happy returns, I mean.'

       Laying an affectionate and laughing touch on the boy's extended hand, as if it were at once his giddy head and his light heart, Mr.

       Jasper drinks the toast in silence.

       'Hip, hip, hip, and nine times nine, and one to finish with, and all that, understood. Hooray, hooray, hooray!--And now, Jack, let's

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       have a little talk about Pussy. Two pairs of nut-crackers? Pass me one, and take the other.' Crack. 'How's Pussy getting on Jack?'

       'With her music? Fairly.'

       'What a dreadfully conscientious fellow you are, Jack! But I know, Lord bless you! Inattentive, isn't she?'

       'She can learn anything, if she will.'

       'If she will! Egad, that's it. But if she won't?' Crack!--on Mr. Jasper's part.

       'How's she looking, Jack?'

       Mr. Jasper's concentrated face again includes the portrait as he returns: 'Very like your sketch indeed.'

       'I am a little proud of it,' says the young fellow, glancing up at the sketch with complacency, and then shutting one eye, and taking a corrected prospect of it over a level bridge of nut-crackers in the air: 'Not badly hit off from memory. But I ought to have caught that expression pretty well, for I have seen it often enough.'

       Crack!--on Edwin Drood's part. Crack!--on Mr. Jasper's part.

       'In point of fact,' the former resumes, after some silent dipping among his fragments of walnut with an air of pique, 'I see it whenever I go to see Pussy. If I don't find it on her face, I leave it there.--You know I do, Miss Scornful Pert. Booh!' With a twirl of the nut-crackers at the portrait.

       Crack! crack! crack. Slowly, on Mr. Jasper's part. Crack. Sharply on the part of Edwin Drood. Silence on both sides.

       'Have you lost your tongue, Jack?'

       'Have you found yours, Ned?'

       'No, but really;--isn't it, you know, after all--'

       Mr. Jasper lifts his dark eyebrows inquiringly.

       'Isn't it unsatisfactory to be cut off from choice in such a matter? There, Jack! I tell you! If I could choose, I would choose Pussy from all the pretty girls in the world.'

       'But you have not got to choose.'

       'That's what I complain of. My dead and gone father and Pussy's dead and gone father must needs marry us together by anticipation. Why the--Devil, I was going to say, if it had been respectful to their memory--couldn't they leave us alone?'

       'Tut, tut, dear boy,' Mr. Jasper remonstrates, in a tone of gentle deprecation.

       'Tut, tut? Yes, Jack, it's all very well for you. You can take it easily. Your life is not laid down to scale, and lined and dotted out for you, like a surveyor's plan. You have no uncomfortable suspicion that you are forced upon anybody, nor has anybody an uncomfortable suspicion that she is forced upon you, or that you are forced upon her. You can choose for yourself. Life, for you, is a plum with the natural bloom on; it hasn't been over-carefully wiped off for you--'

       'Don't stop, dear fellow. Go on.'

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       'Can I anyhow have hurt your feelings, Jack?'

       'How can you have hurt my feelings?'

       'Good Heaven, Jack, you look frightfully ill! There's a strange film come over your eyes.'

       Mr. Jasper, with a forced smile, stretches out his right hand, as if at once to disarm apprehension and gain time to get better. After a while he says faintly:

       'I have been taking opium for a pain--an agony--that sometimes overcomes me. The effects of the medicine steal over me like a blight or a cloud, and pass. You see them in the act of passing; they will be gone directly. Look away from me. They will go all the sooner.'

       With a scared face the younger man complies by casting his eyes downward at the ashes on the hearth. Not relaxing his own gaze on the fire, but rather strengthening it with a fierce, firm grip upon his elbow-chair, the elder sits for a few moments rigid, and then, with thick drops standing on his forehead, and a sharp catch of his breath, becomes as he was before. On his so subsiding in his chair, his nephew gently and assiduously tends him while he quite recovers. When Jasper is restored, he lays a tender hand upon his nephew's shoulder, and, in a tone of voice less troubled than the purport of his words--indeed with something of raillery or banter in it--thus addresses him:

       'There is said to be a hidden skeleton in every house; but you thought there was none in mine, dear Ned.'

       'Upon my life, Jack, I did think so. However, when I come to consider that even in Pussy's house--if she had one--and in mine--if

       I had one--'

       'You were going to say (but that I interrupted you in spite of myself) what a quiet life mine is. No whirl and uproar around me, no

       distracting commerce or calculation, no risk, no change of place, myself devoted to the art I pursue, my business my pleasure.'

       'I really was going to say something of the kind, Jack; but you see, you, speaking of yourself, almost necessarily leave out much that I should have put in. For instance: I should have put in the foreground your being so much respected as Lay Precentor, or Lay Clerk, or whatever you call it, of this Cathedral; your enjoying the reputation of having done

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