on both. Shortly. On the Day of Judgment. This is a good omen for you.
Accept my blessing."

We left her at the bottom of the stairs. She was still saying, with a
curtsy, and a smile between every little sentence, "Youth. And hope. And
beauty. And Chancery."

The morning after, walking out early, we met the old lady again, smiling
and saying in her air of patronage, "The wards in Jarndyce! Ve-ry happy,
I am sure! Pray come and see my lodgings. It will be a good omen for me.
Youth, and hope, and beauty, are very seldom there."

She took my hand and beckoned Richard and Ada to come too, and in a few
moments she was at home.

She had stopped at a shop over which was written, "Krook, Rag and Bottle
Warehouse." Inside was an old man in spectacles and a hair cap, and
entering the shop the little old lady presented him to us.

"My landlord, Krook," she said. "He is called among the neighbours the
Lord Chancellor. His shop is called the Court of Chancery."

She lived at the top of the house in a room from which she had a glimpse
of the roof of Lincoln's Inn Hall, and this seemed to be her principal
inducement for living there.


_II.--Bleak House_