Upon hearing this, Thompson assumed a very long face, and shook his head as he turned his eyes first towards the husband and then towards the wife, and shrugged his shoulders, and compressing his lips, blew out his breath, as though in this way he might blow off some of the mingled sorrow and indignation with which the gentleman's words afflicted him.
Mrs. Crawley rose and came close to him. "You may take my word for it, he will not stir. You may indeed. He thinks it incumbent on him not to give any undertaking himself, because he feels himself to be so harshly used."
"I don't know about harshness," said Thompson, brindling up. "A close carriage brought, and"
"I will walk. If I am made to go, I will walk," shouted Mr. Crawley.
"I did not allude to you,—or to Mr. Walker," said the poor wife. "I know you have been most kind. I meant the harshness of the circumstances. Of course he is innocent, and you must feel for him."
"Yes, I feel for him, and for you too, ma'am."
"That is all I meant. He knows his own innocence, and therefore he is unwilling to give way in anything."
"Of course he knows hisself, that's certain. But he'd better come in the carriage, if only because of the dirt and slush."
"He will go in the carriage; and I will go with him. There will be room there for you, sir."
Thompson looked up at the rain, and told himself that it was very cold. Then he remembered Mr. Walker's injunction, and bethought himself that Mrs. Crawley, in spite of her poverty, was a lady. He conceived even unconsciously the idea that something was due to her because of her poverty. "I'll go with the driver," said he, "but he'll only give hisself a deal of trouble if he attempts to get out."
"He won't; he won't," said Mrs. Crawley. "And I thank you with all my heart."
"Come along, then," said Thompson.
She went up to her husband, hat in hand, and looking round to see that she was not watched, put the hat on his head, and then lifted him as it were from his chair. He did not refuse to be led, and allowed her to throw round his shoulders the old cloak which was hanging in the passage, and then he passed out, and was the first to seat himself in the Silverbridge fly. His wife followed him, and did not hear the blandishments with which Thompson instructed his myrmidon to
