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I
had
a
dim
recollection
of
having
seen
her
at
the
theatre
,
as
if
I
had
seen
her
in
a
pale
magic
lantern
;
but
she
appeared
to
remember
me
perfectly
,
and
still
to
suspect
me
of
being
in
a
state
of
intoxication
.
Finding
by
degrees
,
however
,
that
I
was
sober
,
and
(
I
hope
)
that
I
was
a
modest
young
gentleman
,
Mrs
.
Waterbrook
softened
towards
me
considerably
,
and
inquired
,
firstly
,
if
I
went
much
into
the
parks
,
and
secondly
,
if
I
went
much
into
society
.
On
my
replying
to
both
these
questions
in
the
negative
,
it
occurred
to
me
that
I
fell
again
in
her
good
opinion
;
but
she
concealed
the
fact
gracefully
,
and
invited
me
to
dinner
next
day
.
I
accepted
the
invitation
,
and
took
my
leave
,
making
a
call
on
Uriah
in
the
office
as
I
went
out
,
and
leaving
a
card
for
him
in
his
absence
.
When
I
went
to
dinner
next
day
,
and
on
the
street
door
being
opened
,
plunged
into
a
vapour
-
bath
of
haunch
of
mutton
,
I
divined
that
I
was
not
the
only
guest
,
for
I
immediately
identified
the
ticket
-
porter
in
disguise
,
assisting
the
family
servant
,
and
waiting
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
to
carry
up
my
name
.
He
looked
,
to
the
best
of
his
ability
,
when
he
asked
me
for
it
confidentially
,
as
if
he
had
never
seen
me
before
;
but
well
did
I
know
him
,
and
well
did
he
know
me
.
Conscience
made
cowards
of
us
both
.
I
found
Mr
.
Waterbrook
to
be
a
middle
-
aged
gentleman
,
with
a
short
throat
,
and
a
good
deal
of
shirt
-
collar
,
who
only
wanted
a
black
nose
to
be
the
portrait
of
a
pug
-
dog
.
He
told
me
he
was
happy
to
have
the
honour
of
making
my
acquaintance
;
and
when
I
had
paid
my
homage
to
Mrs
.
Waterbrook
,
presented
me
,
with
much
ceremony
,
to
a
very
awful
lady
in
a
black
velvet
dress
,
and
a
great
black
velvet
hat
,
whom
I
remember
as
looking
like
a
near
relation
of
Hamlet
’
s
—
say
his
aunt
.
Mrs
.
Henry
Spiker
was
this
lady
’
s
name
;
and
her
husband
was
there
too
:
so
cold
a
man
,
that
his
head
,
instead
of
being
grey
,
seemed
to
be
sprinkled
with
hoar
-
frost
.
Immense
deference
was
shown
to
the
Henry
Spikers
,
male
and
female
;
which
Agnes
told
me
was
on
account
of
Mr
.
Henry
Spiker
being
solicitor
to
something
Or
to
Somebody
,
I
forget
what
or
which
,
remotely
connected
with
the
Treasury
.
I
found
Uriah
Heep
among
the
company
,
in
a
suit
of
black
,
and
in
deep
humility
.
He
told
me
,
when
I
shook
hands
with
him
,
that
he
was
proud
to
be
noticed
by
me
,
and
that
he
really
felt
obliged
to
me
for
my
condescension
.
I
could
have
wished
he
had
been
less
obliged
to
me
,
for
he
hovered
about
me
in
his
gratitude
all
the
rest
of
the
evening
;
and
whenever
I
said
a
word
to
Agnes
,
was
sure
,
with
his
shadowless
eyes
and
cadaverous
face
,
to
be
looking
gauntly
down
upon
us
from
behind
.
There
were
other
guests
—
all
iced
for
the
occasion
,
as
it
struck
me
,
like
the
wine
.
But
there
was
one
who
attracted
my
attention
before
he
came
in
,
on
account
of
my
hearing
him
announced
as
Mr
.
Traddles
!
My
mind
flew
back
to
Salem
House
;
and
could
it
be
Tommy
,
I
thought
,
who
used
to
draw
the
skeletons
!
I
looked
for
Mr
.
Traddles
with
unusual
interest
.
He
was
a
sober
,
steady
-
looking
young
man
of
retiring
manners
,
with
a
comic
head
of
hair
,
and
eyes
that
were
rather
wide
open
;
and
he
got
into
an
obscure
corner
so
soon
,
that
I
had
some
difficulty
in
making
him
out
.
At
length
I
had
a
good
view
of
him
,
and
either
my
vision
deceived
me
,
or
it
was
the
old
unfortunate
Tommy
.
