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He was silent for a minute or two-a frown creasing his forehead. "A B C.Who the devil could A B C be?We'll see if Mary Drower (that's theniece)can give us any help.It's an odd business.But for this letter I'd haveput my money on Franz Ascher for a certainty." "Do you know anything of Mrs Ascher's past?" "She's a Hampshire woman.Went into service as a girl up in London-that'swhere she met Ascher and married him.Things must have been difficult forthem during the war.She actually left him for good in 1922.They were inLondon then.She came back here to get away from him，but he got wind ofwhere she was and followed her down here，
pestering her for money-"Aconstable came in."Yes，Briggs，what is it?" "It's the man Ascher，sir.We've brought him in." "Right.Bring him in here.Where was he?" "Hiding in a truck on the railway siding." "He was，was he?Bring him along."

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¡¡¡¡"Have the goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac, and a mouthful of cool fresh water, madame." ¡¡¡¡Madame complied with a polite air. ¡¡¡¡"Marvellous cognac this, madame!" ¡¡¡¡It was the first time it had ever been so complimented, and Madame Defarge knew enough of its antecedents to know better. She said, however, that the cognac was flattered, and took up her knitting. The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments, and took the opportunity of observing the place in general. ¡¡¡¡"You knit with great skill, madame." ¡¡¡
¡"I am accustomed to it." ¡¡¡¡"A pretty pattern too!" ¡¡¡¡"You think so?" said madame, looking at him with a smile. ¡¡¡¡"Decidedly. May one ask what it is for?" ¡¡¡¡"Pastime," said madame, still looking at him with a smile while her fingers moved nimbly. ¡¡¡¡"Not for use?" That depends. I may find a use for it one day. If I do-- Well," said madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind of coquetry, "I'll use it!"

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of the court. After some gruff coughing and rubbing of his chin and signing with his hand, Jerry attracted the notice of Mr. Lorry, who had stood up to look for him, and who quietly nodded and sat down again. ¡¡¡¡"What's he got to do with the case?" asked the man he had spoken with. ¡¡¡¡"Blest if I know," said Jerry. ¡¡¡¡"What have you got to do with it, then, if a person may inquire?" ¡¡¡¡"Blest if I know that either," said Jerry. ¡¡¡¡The entrance of the Judge, and a consequent great stir and settling down in the court, stopped the dialogue. Presently, the dock became the central point of interest. Two gaolers, who had been standing there, went out, and the prisoner was brought in, and put to the bar. Everybody present, except the one wigged gentleman who looked at the ceiling, stared at him. All the human breath in the place, rolled at him, like a sea, or a wind,
or a fire. Eager faces strained round pillars and comers, to get a sight of him; spectators in back rows stood up, not to miss a hair of him; people on the floor of the court, laid their hands on the shoulders of the people before them, to help themselves, at anybody's cost, to a view of him- stood a-tiptoe, got upon ledges, stood upon

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in hers all the way. When we stop a little way short of the church, to put down Peggotty, whom we have brought on the box, she gives it a squeeze, and me a kiss. ¡¡¡¡'God bless you, Trot! My own boy never could be dearer. I think of poor dear Baby this morning.' 'So do I. And of all I owe to you, dear aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'Tut, child!' says my aunt; and gives her hand in overflowing cordiality to Traddles, who then gives his to Mr. Dick, who then gives his to me, who then gives mine to Traddles, and then we come to the church door. ¡¡¡
¡The church is calm enough, I am sure; but it might be a steam-power loom in full action, for any sedative effect it has on me. I am too far gone for that. ¡¡¡¡The rest is all a more or less incoherent dream. A dream of their coming in with Dora; of the pew-opener arranging us, like a drill-sergeant, before the altar rails; of my wondering, even then, why pew-openers must always be the most disagreeable females procurable, and whether there is any religious dread of a disastrous infection of good-humour which renders it indispensable to set those vessels of vinegar upon the road to Heaven.

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'That's right.' ¡¡¡¡'Father!' said Minnie, playfully. 'What a porpoise you do grow!' ¡¡¡¡'Well, I don't know how it is, my dear,' he replied, considering about it. 'I am rather so.' ¡¡¡¡'You are such a comfortable man, you see,' said Minnie. 'You take things so easy.' ¡¡¡¡'No use taking 'em otherwise, my dear,' said Mr. Omer. ¡¡¡¡'No, indeed,' returned his daughter. 'We are all pretty gay here, thank Heaven! Ain't we, r. Omer. 'As I have got my breath now, I think I'll measure this young scholar. Would you walk into the shop, Master Copperfield?' ¡¡¡¡I preceded Mr. Omer, in compliance with his request; and after showing me a roll of cloth which he said was extra super, and too good mourning for anything short of parents, he took my various dimensions, and put them down in a book. While he was recording them he called my attention to his stock in trade, and to certain fashions which he said had 'just come up', and to certain other fashions which he said had 'just gone out'.

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Mr. Peggotty seemed to think it a deep idea, but answered: ¡¡¡¡'No, sir. I never giv him no name.' ¡¡¡¡'Who gave him that name, then?' said I, putting question number two of the catechism to Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'Why, sir, his father giv it him,' said Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'I thought you were his father!' ¡¡¡¡'My brother Joe was his father,' said Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'Dead, Mr. Peggotty?' I hinted, after a respectful pause. ¡¡¡¡'Drowndead,' said Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡I was very much surprised that Mr. Peggotty was not Ham's father, and began to wonder whether I was mistaken about his relationship to anybody else there. I was so curious to know,
hat I made up my mind to have it out with Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'Little Em'ly,' I said, glancing at her. 'She is your daughter, isn't she, Mr. Peggotty?' ¡¡¡¡'No, sir. My brother-in-law, Tom, was her father.' ¡¡¡¡I couldn't help it. '- Dead, Mr. Peggotty?' I hinted, after another respectful silence. ¡¡¡¡'Drowndead,' said Mr. Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡I felt the difficulty of resuming the subject, but had not got to the bottom of it yet, and must get to the bottom somehow. So I said:

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"Finished fourth." Luscomberose. "Got to see about my room."
　　He walked across the lounge to the reception desk.As he went he noted the tables and their occupants. Astonishing number of people havingtea here. Quite like old days. Tea as a meal had rather gone out of fashion since the war.But evidently not at Bertram's. Who were all these people? TwoCanons and the Dean of Chislehampton. Yes, and another pair of gaitered legs over in thecorner, a Bishop, no less! Mere Vicars were scarce. "Have tobe at least a Canon to afford Bertram's," he thought. The rank and file of the clergy certainly couldn't, poor devils. As far as that went, he wondered how on earth people like oldSelina Hazy could. She'd only got twopence or so a year tobless herself with. And there was old Lady Berry, and Mrs. Posselthwaite from Somerset,and Sybil Kerr – all poor as church mice.