Chapter 37

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌⁠Deeming Sunday the best day for taking Mr. Wemmick’s Walworth sentiments, I devoted the next ensuing Sunday afternoon to a pilgrimage to the Castle. On arriving before the battlements, I found the Union Jack flying and the drawbridge up; but undeterred by this show of defiance and resistance, I rang at the gate, and was admitted in a most pacific manner by the Aged.

“My son, sir,” said the old man,