Rouncewell, Watt. Her grandson, betrothed to Rosa. vii, xii, xviii, xxviii, xl, xlviii, lxiii.

Shropshire, The Man from. See GRIDLEY, MR.

Skimpole, Arethusa. Mr. Skimpole's blue-eyed "Beauty" daughter, who plays and sings odds and ends, like her father. xliii.

Skimpole, Harold.

A protégé of Mr. John Jarndyce's; a sentimentalist, brilliant, vivacious, and engaging, but thoroughly selfish and unprincipled. iv, viii, ix, xv, xviii, xxxi, xxxvii, xliii, xlvi, lvii, lxi.

Skimpole, Mrs. Wife of Harold Skimpole; a delicate, high-nosed invalid, suffering under a complication of disorders. xliii. Skimpole, Kitty. Mr. Skimpole's "Comedy " daughter, who sings a little, but don't play. xliii.

Skimpole, Laura. Mr. Skimpole's "Sentiment" daughter, who plays a little, but don't sing. xliii.

Smallweed, Bartholomew, jocularly called SMALL and CHICK WEED, to express a fledgling, as it were. Grandson of Mr. and Mrs. Smallweed, twin-brother of Judy, and a friend of Mr. William Guppy, from whom he sponges dinners as often as he

can.

He is a town-made article, of small stature and weazen features, but may be perceived from a considerable distance by means of his very tall hat. To become a Guppy is the object of his ambition. He dresses at that gentleman (by whom he is patronized), talks at him, walks at him, founds himself entirely on him. . . . He is a weird changeling, to whom years are nothing. He stands precociously possessed by centuries of owlish wisdom. lay in a cradle, it seems as if he must have lain there in a tailHe has an old, old eye; . . . and he drinks and smokes in a monkeyish way; and his neck is stiff in his collar; and he is never to be taken in; and he knows all about it, whatever it is. xx, xxi, xxxiii, xxxix, lv, lxiii.

coat.

If he ever

Smallweed, Grandfather. An old man who has been in the

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discounting profession," but has become superannuated, and nearly helpless. His mind, however, is unimpaired, and still holds, as well as it ever did, the first four rules of arithmetic, and a certain small collection of the hardest facts. His favorite amusement is to throw at the head of his venerable partner a spare cushion, with which he is provided, whenever she makes an allusion to money, a subject on which he is particularly sensitive. The exertion this requires has the effect of always throwing him back into his chair like a broken puppet, and makes it necessary that he should undergo the two operations, at the hands

of his granddaughter, of being shaken up like a great bottle, and poked and punched like a great bolster. xxi, xxvi, xxvii, xxxiii, xxxiv, liv, lv, lxiii.

Smallweed, Grandmother. His wife; so far fallen into a childish state as to have regained such infantine graces as a total want of observation, memory, understanding, and interest, and an eternal disposition to fall asleep over the fire, and into it. xxi, xxvi, xxvii, xxxiii, xxxiv, lxiii. Smallweed, Judy. Granddaughter of Mr. and Mrs. Smallweed, and twin-sister of Bartholomew. She is so indubitably his sister, that the two kneaded into one would hardly make a young person of average proportions. xxi, xxvi, xxvii, xxxiii, xxxiv, lxiii. Snagsby, Mr. A law-stationer in Cook's Court, Cursitor Street; a mild, bald, timid man, tending to meekness and obesity, with a shining head and a scrubby clump of black hair sticking out at the back. Being a timid man, he is accustomed to cough with a variety of expressions, and so to save words. x, xi, xix, xx, xxii, XXV, xxxiii, xlii, xlvii, liv, lix.

Snagsby, Mrs. His wife; a short shrewish woman, something too violently compressed about the waist, and with a sharp nose, like a sharp autumn evening, inclining to be frosty towards the end. Mr. and Mrs. Snagsby are not only one bone and one flesh, but, to the neighbors' thinking, one voice too. That voice appearing to proceed from Mrs. Snagsby alone, is heard in Cook's Court very often. . . . Mr. Snagsby refers everything not in the practical mysteries of the business to Mrs. Snagsby. She manages the money, reproaches the tax-gatherers, appoints the times and places of devotion on Sundays, licenses Mr. Snagsby's entertainments, and acknowledges no responsibility as to what she thinks fit to provide for dinner. . . . Rumor, always flying, bat-like, about Cook's Court and skimming in and out at everybody's windows, does say that Mrs. Snagsby is jealous and inquisitive; and that Mr. Snagsby is sometimes worried out of house and home; and that, if he had the spirit of a mouse, he would n't stand it. x, xi, xix, xx, xxii, xxv, xxxiii, xlii, xlvii, liv, lix. Squod, Phil. A man employed in Mr. George's shooting-gallery.

He is a little man, with a face all crushed together, who appears, from a certain blue and speckled appearance that one of his cheeks presents, to have been blown up, in the way of business, at some odd time or times. . . . On the speckled side of his face he has no eyebrow, and on the other side he has a bushy black one; which want of uniformity gives him a very singular and rather sinister appearance. Everything seems to have happened to his hands that could possibly take place, consistently