human
I told you this was the Growlery, my dear. Where was I?
gpt
Bleak House: true. There is, in that city of London there, some property of ours, which is much at this day what Bleak House was then--I say property of ours, meaning of the Suit's, but I ought to call it the property of Costs; for Costs is the only power on earth that will ever get any thing out of it now, or will ever know it for any thing but an eyesore and a heartsore. It is a street of perishing blind houses, with their eyes stoned out; without a pane of glass, without so much as a window-frame, with the bare blank shutters tumbling from their hinges and falling asunder; the iron rails peeling away in flakes of rust; the chimneys sinking in; the stone steps to every door (and every door might be Death's Door) turning stagnant green; the very crutches on which the ruins are propped, decaying. Although Bleak House was not in Chancery, its master was, and it was stamped with the same seal. These are the Great Seal's impressions, my dear, all over England--the children know them!
human
How changed it is!
gpt
Why, so it is, he answered much more cheerfully;
human
(The idea of my wisdom!)
gpt
These are things I never talk about, or even think about, excepting in the Growlery, here. If you consider it right to mention them to Rick and Ada, looking seriously at me,
human
I hope, sir--
gpt
I think you had better call me Guardian, my dear.
human
Esther, now, you know you are!