thoughtful　frown；　upon　the　Doctor；　or　his　wife；　or　both。
  The　Doctor　was　very　fond　of　music。　Agnes　sang　with　great
  sweetness　and　expression；　and　so　did　Mrs。　Strong。　They　sang
  together；　and　played　duets　together；　and　we　had　quite　a　little
  concert。　But　I　remarked　two　things：　first；　that　though　Annie　soon
  recovered　her　composure；　and　was　quite　herself；　there　was　a　blank
  between　her　and　Mr。　Wickfield　which　separated　them　wholly　from
  each　other；　secondly；　that　Mr。　Wickfield　seemed　to　dislike　the
  intimacy　between　her　and　Agnes；　and　to　watch　it　with　uneasiness。
  And　now；　I　must　confess；　the　recollection　of　what　I　had　seen　on
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  that　night　when　Mr。　Maldon　went　away；　first　began　to　return　upon
  me　with　a　meaning　it　had　never　had；　and　to　trouble　me。　The
  innocent　beauty　of　her　face　was　not　as　innocent　to　me　as　it　had
  been；　I　mistrusted　the　natural　grace　and　charm　of　her　manner；
  and　when　I　looked　at　Agnes　by　her　side；　and　thought　how　good
  and　true　Agnes　was；　suspicions　arose　within　me　that　it　was　an　ill…
  assorted　friendship。
  She　was　so　happy　in　it　herself；　however；　and　the　other　was　so
  happy　too；　that　they　made　the　evening　fly　away　as　if　it　were　but　an
  hour。　It　closed　in　an　incident　which　I　well　remember。　They　were
  taking　leave　of　each　other；　and　Agnes　was　going　to　embrace　her
  and　kiss　her；　when　Mr。　Wickfield　stepped　between　them；　as　if　by
  accident；　and　drew　Agnes　quickly　away。　Then　I　saw；　as　though　all
  the　intervening　time　had　been　cancelled；　and　I　were　still　standing
  in　the　doorway　on　the　night　of　the　departure；　the　expression　of
  that　night　in　the　face　of　Mrs。　Strong；　as　it　confronted　his。
  I　cannot　say　what　an　impression　this　made　upon　me；　or　how
  impossible　I　found　it；　when　I　thought　of　her　afterwards；　to
  separate　her　from　this　look；　and　remember　her　face　in　its　innocent
  loveliness　again。　It　haunted　me　when　I　got　home。　I　seemed　to　have
  left　the　Doctor’s　roof　with　a　dark　cloud　lowering　on　it。　The
  reverence　that　I　had　for　his　grey　head；　was　mingled　with
  commiseration　for　his　faith　in　those　who　were　treacherous　to　him；
  and　with　resentment　against　those　who　injured　him。　The
  impending　shadow　of　a　great　affliction；　and　a　great　disgrace　that
  had　no　distinct　form　in　it　yet；　fell　like　a　stain　upon　the　quiet　place
  where　I　had　worked　and　played　as　a　boy；　and　did　it　a　cruel　wrong。
  I　had　no　pleasure　in　thinking；　any　more；　of　the　grave　old　broad…
  leaved　aloe…trees；　which　remained　shut　up　in　themselves　a
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  hundred　years　together；　and　of　the　trim　smooth　grass…plot；　and　the
  stone　urns；　and　the　Doctor’s　walk；　and　the　congenial　sound　of　the
  Cathedral　bell　hovering　above　them　all。　It　was　as　if　the　tranquil
  sanctuary　of　my　boyhood　had　been　sacked　before　my　face；　and　its
  peace　and　honour　given　to　the　winds。
  But　morning　brought　with　it　my　parting　from　the　old　house；
  which　Agnes　had　filled　with　her　influence；　and　that　occupied　my
  mind　sufficiently。　I　should　be　there　again　soon；　no　doubt；　I　might
  sleep　again—perhaps　often—in　my　old　room；　but　the　days　of　my
  inhabiting　there　were　gone；　and　the　old　time　was　past。　I　was
  heavier　at　heart　when　I　packed　up　such　of　my　books　and　clothes　as
  still　remained　there　to　be　sent　to　Dover；　than　I　cared　to　show　to
  Uriah　Heep；　who　was　so　officious　to　help　me；　that　I　uncharitably
  thought　him　mighty　glad　that　I　was　going。
  I　got　away　from　Agnes　and　her　father；　somehow；　with　an
  indifferent　show　of　being　very　manly；　and　took　my　seat　upon　the
  box　of　the　London　coach。　I　was　so　softened　and　forgiving；　going
  through　the　town；　that　I　had　half　a　mind　to　nod　to　my　old　enemy
  the　butcher；　and　throw　him　five　shillings　to　drink。　But　he　looked
  such　a　very　obdurate　butcher　as　he　stood　scraping　the　great　block
  in　the　shop；　and　moreover；　his　appearance　was　so　little　improved
  by　the　loss　of　a　front　tooth　which　I　had　knocked　out；　that　I　thought
  it　best　to　make　no　advances。
  The　main　object　on　my　mind；　I　remember；　when　we　got　fairly
  on　the　road；　was　to　appear　as　old　as　possible　to　the　coachman；　and
  to　speak　extremely　gruff。　The　latter　point　I　achieved　at　great
  personal　inconvenience；　but　I　stuck　to　it；　because　I　felt　it　was　a
  grown…up　sort　of　thing。
  ‘You　are　going　through；　sir？’　said　the　coachman。
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  ‘Yes；　William；’　I　said；　condescendingly　（I　knew　him）；　‘I　am　going
  to　London。　I　shall　go　down　into　Suffolk　afterwards。’
  ‘Shooting；　sir？’　said　the　coachman。
  He　knew　as　well　as　I　did　that　it　was　just　as　likely；　at　that　time　of
  year；　I　was　going　down　there　whaling；　but　I　felt　complimented；
  too。
  ‘I　don’t　know；’　I　said；　pretending　to　be　undecided；　‘whether　I
  shall　take　a　shot　or　not。’
  ‘Birds　is　got　wery　shy；　I’m　told；’　said　William。
  ‘So　I　understand；’　said　I。
  ‘Is　Suffolk　your　county；　sir？’　asked　William。
  ‘Yes；’　I　said；　with　some　importance。　‘Suffolk’s　my　county。’
  ‘I’m　told　the　dumplings　is　uncommon　fine　down　there；’　said
  William。
  I　was　not　aware　of　it　myself；　but　I　felt　it　necessary　to　uphold　the
  institutions　of　my　county；　and　to　evince　a　familiarity　with　them；　so
  I　shook　my　head；　as　much　as　to　say；　‘I　believe　you！’
  ‘And　the　Punches；’　said　William。　‘There’s　cattle！　A　Suffolk
  Punch；　when　he’s　a　good　un；　is　worth　his　weight　in　gold。　Did　you
  ever　breed　any　Suffolk　Punches　yourself；　sir？’
  ‘N…no；’　I　said；　‘not　exactly。’
  ‘Here’s　a　gen’lm’n　behind　me；　I’ll　pound　it；’　said　William；　‘as　has
  bred　’em　by　wholesale。’
  The　gentleman　spoken　of　was　a　gentleman　with　a　very
  unpromising　squint；　and　a　prominent　chin；　who　had　a　tall　white
  hat　on　with　a　narrow　flat　brim；　and　whose　close…fitting　drab
  trousers　seemed　to　button　all　the　way　up　outside　his　legs　from　his
  boots　to　his　hips。　His　chin　was　cocked　over　the　coachman’s
  shoulder；　so　near　to　me；　that　his　breath　quite　tickled　the　back　of
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  my　head；　and　as　I　looked　at　him；　he　leered　at　the　leaders　with　the
  eye　with　which　he　didn’t　squint；　in　a　very　knowing　manner。
  ‘Ain’t　you？’　asked　William。
  ‘Ain’t　I　what？’　said　the　gentleman　behind。
  ‘Bred　them　Suffolk　Punches　by　wholesale？’
  ‘I　should　think　so；’　said　the　gentleman。　‘There　ain’t　no　sort　of
  orse　that　I　ain’t　bred；　and　no　sort　of　dorg。　Orses　and　dorgs　is　some
  men’s　fancy。　They’re　wittles　and　drink　to　me—lodging；　wife；　and
  children—reading；　writing；　and　’rithmetic—snuff；　tobacker；　and
  sleep。’
  ‘That　ain’t　a　sort　of　man　to　see　sitting　behind　a　coach…box；　is　it
  though？’　said　William　in　my　ear；　as　he　handled　the　reins。
  I　construed　this　remark　into　an　indication　of　a　wish　that　he
  should　have　my　place；　so　I　blushingly　offered　to　resign　it。
  ‘Well；　if　you　don’t　mind；　sir；’　said　William；　‘I　think　it　would　be
  more　correct。’
  I　have　always　considered　this　as　the　first　fall　I　had　in　life。　When
  I　booked　my　place　at　the　coach　office　I　had　had　‘Box　Seat’　written
  against　the　entry；　and　had　given　the　book…keeper　half…a…crown。　I
  was　got　up　in　a　special　great…coat　and　shawl；　expressly　to　do
  honour　to　that　distinguished　eminence；　had　glorified　myself　upon
  it　a　good　deal；　and　had　felt　that　I　was　a　credit　to　the　coach。　And
  here；　in　the　very　first　stage；　I　was　supplanted　by　a　shabby　man
  with　a　squint；　who　had　no　other　merit　than　smelling　like　a　livery…
  stables；　and　being　able　to　walk　across　me；　more　like　a　fly　than　a
  human　being；　while　the　horses　were　at　a　canter！
  A　distrust　of　myself；　which　has　often　beset　me　in　life　on　small
  occasions；　when　it　would　have　been　better　away；　was　assuredly
  not　stopped　in　its　growth　by　this　little　incident　outside　the
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  Canterbury　coach。　It　was　in　vain　to　take　refuge　in　gruffness　of
  speech。　I　spoke　from　the　pit　of　my　stomach　for　the　rest　of　the
  journey；　but　I　felt　completely　extinguished；　and　dreadfully　young。
  It　was　curious　and　interesting；　nevertheless；　to　be　sitting　up
  there　behind　four　horses：　well　educated；　well　dressed；　and　with
  plenty　of　money　in　my　pocket；　and　to　look　out　for　the　places　where
  I　had　slept　on　my　weary　journey。　I　had　abundant　occupation　for
  my　thoughts；　in　every　conspicuous　landmark　on　the　road。　When　I
  looked　down　at　the　trampers　whom　we　passed；　and　saw　that　well…
  remembered　style　of　face　turned　up；　I　felt　as　if　the　tinker’s
  blackened　hand　were　in　the　bosom　of　my　shirt　again。　When　we
  clattered　through　the　narrow　street　of　Chatham；　and　I　caught　a
  glimpse；　in　passing；　of　the　lane　where　the　old　monster　lived　who
  had　bought　my　jacket；　I　stretched　my　neck　eagerly　to　look　for　the
  place　where　I　had　sat；　in　the　sun　and　in　the　shade；　waiting　for　my
  money。　When　we　came；　at　last；　within　a　stage　of　London；　and
  passed　the　veritable　Salem　House　where　Mr。　Creakle　had　laid
  about　him　with　a　heavy　hand；　I　would　have　given　all　I　had；　for
  lawful　permission　to　get　down　and　thrash　him；　and　let　all　the　boys
  out　like　so　many　caged　sparrows。
  We　went　to　the　Golden