Old Barley was growling and swearing when we repassed his door, with no

appearance of having ceased or of meaning to cease. When we got to the

foot of the stairs, I asked Herbert whether he had preserved the name of

Provis. He replied, certainly not, and that the lodger was Mr. Campbell.

He also explained that the utmost known of Mr. Campbell there was,

that he (Herbert) had Mr. Campbell consigned to him, and felt a strong

personal interest in his being well cared for, and living a secluded

life. So, when we went into the parlor where Mrs. Whimple and Clara were

seated at work, I said nothing of my own interest in Mr. Campbell, but

kept it to myself.

When I had taken leave of the pretty, gentle, dark-eyed girl, and of the

motherly woman who had not outlived her honest sympathy with a little

affair of true love, I felt as if the Old Green Copper Ropewalk had

grown quite a different place. Old Barley might be as old as the hills,

and might swear like a whole field of troopers, but there were redeeming

youth and trust and hope enough in Chinks's Basin to fill it to

overflowing. And then I thought of Estella, and of our parting, and went

home very sadly.

All things were as quiet in the Temple as ever I had seen them. The

windows of the rooms on that side, lately occupied by Provis, were dark

and still, and there was no lounger in Garden Court. I walked past the

fountain twice or thrice before I descended the steps that were between

me and my rooms, but I was quite alone. Herbert, coming to my

bedside when he came in,--for I went straight to bed, dispirited and

fatigued,--made the same report. Opening one of the windows after that,

he looked out into the moonlight, and told me that the pavement was a

solemnly empty as the pavement of any cathedral at that same hour.

Next day I set myself to get the boat. It was soon done, and the boat

was brought round to the Temple stairs, and lay where I could reach

her within a minute or two. Then, I began to go out as for training and

practice: sometimes alone, sometimes with Herbert. I was often out in

cold, rain, and sleet, but nobody took much note of me after I had been

out a few times. At first, I kept above Blackfriars Bridge; but as the

hours of the tide changed, I took towards London Bridge. It was Old

London Bridge in those days, and at certain states of the tide there

was a race and fall of water there which gave it a bad reputation. But I

knew well enough how to 'shoot' the bridge after seeing it done, and so

began to row about among the shipping in the Pool, and down to Erith.

The first time I passed Mill Pond Bank, Herbert and I were pulling a

pair of oars; and, both in going and returning, we saw the blind towards

the east come down. Herbert was rarely there less frequently than three

times in a week, and he never brought me a single word of intelligence

that was at all alarming. Still, I knew that there was cause for alarm,

and I could not get rid of the notion of being watched. Once received,

it is a haunting idea; how many undesigning persons I suspected of

watching me, it would be hard to calculate.




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