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Chapter 15 Bell Yard While we were in London Mr. Jarndyce was constantly beset by thecrowd of excitable ladies and gentlemen whose proceedings had somuch astonished us. Mr. Quale, who presented himself soon afterour arrival, was in all such excitements. He seemed to projectthose two shining knobs of temples of his into everything that wenton and to brush his hair farther and farther back, until the veryroots were almost ready to fly out of his head in inappeasablephilanthropy. All objects were alike to him, but he was alwaysparticularly ready for anything in the way of a testimonial to anyone. His great power seemed to be his power of indiscriminateadmiration. He would sit for any length of time, with the utmostenjoyment, bathing his temples in the light of any order ofluminary. Having first seen him perfectly swallowed up inadmiration of Mrs. Jellyby, I had supposed her to be the absorbingobject of his devotion. I soon discovered my mistake and found himto be train-bearer and organ-blower to a whole procession ofpeople. 　　Mrs. Pardiggle came one day for a subscription to something, andwith her, Mr. Quale. Whatever Mrs. Pardiggle said, Mr. Qualerepeated to us; and just as he had drawn Mrs. Jellyby out, he drewMrs. Pardiggle out. Mrs. Pardiggle wrote a letter of introductionto my guardian in behalf of her eloquent friend Mr. Gusher. WithMr. Gusher appeared Mr. Quale again. Mr. Gusher, being a flabbygentleman with a moist surface and eyes so much too small for hismoon of a face that they seemed to have been originally made forsomebody else, was not at first sight prepossessing; yet he wasscarcely seated before Mr. Quale asked Ada and me, not inaudibly,whether he was not a great creature--which he certainly was,flabbily speaking, though Mr. Quale meant in intellectual beauty--and whether we were not struck by his massive configuration ofbrow. In short, we heard of a great many missions of various sortsamong this set of people, but nothing respecting them was half socle