Why you appear to trouble yourself a good deal about the causes before your noble and learned brother, the other Chancellor!« »Yes,« said the old man abstractedly. »Sure! Your name now will be -« »Richard Carstone.« »Carstone,« he repeated, slowly checking off that name upon his forefinger; and each of the others he went on to mention, upon a separate finger. »Yes. There was the name of Barbary, and the name of Clare, and the name of Dedlock, too, I think.« »He knows as much of the cause as the real salaried Chancellor!« said Richard, quite astonished, to Ada and me. »Ay!« said the old man, coming slowly out of his abstraction. »Yes! Tom Jarndyce - you'll excuse me, being related; but he was never known about court by any other name, and was as well known there, as - she is now;« nodding slightly at his lodger; »Tom Jarndyce was often in here. He got into a restless habit of strolling about when the cause was on, or expected, talking to the little shopkeepers, and telling 'em to keep out of Chancery, whatever they did. For, says he, it's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains. He was as near making away with himself, just where the young lady stands, as near could be.« We listened with horror. »He come in at the door,« said the old man, slowly pointing an imaginary track along the shop, »on the day he did it - the whole neighbourhood had said for months before, that he would do it, of a certainty sooner or later - he come in at the door that day, and walked along there, and sat himself on a bench that stood there, and asked me (you'll judge I was a mortal sight younger then) to fetch him a pint of wine. For, says he, Krook, I am much depressed; my cause is on again, and I think I'm nearer judgment than I ever was. I hadn't a mind to leave him alone; and I persuaded him to go to the tavern over the way there, t'other side my lane (I mean Chancery Lane); and I followed and looked