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fully 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 Flite received the compliment with complacency
and dropped a general curtsy to us.
‘Honoured, 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 curtsy.
‘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 gen-
tleman whom we had found in attendance on her. She
answered for herself directly, though he had put the ques-
tion in a whisper.
‘Oh, decidedly unwell! Oh, 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-Jarn-
dyce!’
‘Miss Flite,’ said Mr. Woodcourt in a grave kind of voice,
as if he were appealing to her while speaking to us, and lay-
ing his hand gently on her arm, ‘Miss Flite describes her

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