Great Expectations ..............................................................................................................................................1

Charles Dickens.......................................................................................................................................1

My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both

names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister Mrs. Joe Gargery,

who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of

them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were

like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an

odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the

inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled

and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row

beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine who gave up trying to get a

living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that

they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trouserspockets, and had never taken them out

Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first

most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on a memorable

raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with

nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above,

were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the

aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected

with dykes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low

leaden line beyond, was the river; and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing, was the

sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.

"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church

A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and

with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed

by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared

I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat inshore among the aldertrees and pollards, a mile or more

The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was

nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself for he was so sudden and strong that

he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet when the church came to

itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread ravenously.

I believe they were fat, though I was at that time undersized for my years, and not strong.

"Darn me if I couldn't eat em," said the man, with a threatening shake of his head, "and if I han't half a mind

I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me;

"Ha!" he muttered then, considering. "Who d'ye live with supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't

After darkly looking at his leg and me several times, he came closer to my tombstone, took me by both arms,

and tilted me back as far as he could hold me; so that his eyes looked most powerfully down into mine, and

"Now lookee here," he said, "the question being whether you're to be let to live. You know what a file is?"

After each question he tilted me over a little more, so as to give me a greater sense of helplessness and

"You get me a file." He tilted me again. "And you get me wittles." He tilted me again. "You bring 'em both to

me." He tilted me again. "Or I'll have your heart and liver out." He tilted me again.

I was dreadfully frightened, and so giddy that I clung to him with both hands, and said, "If you would kindly

please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could attend more."

He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weathercock. Then, he

held me by the arms, in an upright position on the top of the stone, and went on in these fearful terms:

"You bring me, tomorrow morning early, that file and them wittles. You bring the lot to me, at that old

Battery over yonder. You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your

having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live. You fail, or you go from

my words in any partickler, no matter how small it is, and your heart and your liver shall be tore out, roasted

and ate. Now, I ain't alone, as you may think I am. There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with

which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the words I speak. That young man has a secret way

pecooliar to himself, of getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. It is in wain for a boy to attempt to

hide himself from that young man. A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may tuck himself up, may

draw the clothes over his head, may think himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will softly creep

and creep his way to him and tear him open. I am akeeping that young man from harming of you at the

present moment, with great difficulty. I find it wery hard to hold that young man off of your inside. Now,

I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come

"Now," he pursued, "you remember what you've undertook, and you remember that young man, and you get

"Much of that!" said he, glancing about him over the cold wet flat. "I wish I was a frog. Or a eel!"

At the same time, he hugged his shuddering body in both his arms clasping himself, as if to hold himself

together and limped towards the low church wall. As I saw him go, picking his way among the nettles, and

among the brambles that bound the green mounds, he looked in my young eyes as if he were eluding the

hands of the dead people, stretching up cautiously out of their graves, to get a twist upon his ankle and pull

When he came to the low church wall, he got over it, like a man whose legs were numbed and stiff, and then

turned round to look for me. When I saw him turning, I set my face towards home, and made the best use of

my legs. But presently I looked over my shoulder, and saw him going on again towards the river, still

hugging himself in both arms, and picking his way with his sore feet among the great stones dropped into the

marshes here and there, for steppingplaces when the rains were heavy, or the tide was in.

The marshes were just a long black horizontal line then, as I stopped to look after him; and the river was just

another horizontal line, not nearly so broad nor yet so black; and the sky was just a row of long angry red

lines and dense black lines intermixed. On the edge of the river I could faintly make out the only two black

things in all the prospect that seemed to be standing upright; one of these was the beacon by which the sailors

steered like an unhooped cask upon a pole an ugly thing when you were near it; the other a gibbet, with

some chains hanging to it which had once held a pirate. The man was limping on towards this latter, as if he

were the pirate come to life, and come down, and going back to hook himself up again. It gave me a terrible

turn when I thought so; and as I saw the cattle lifting their heads to gaze after him, I wondered whether they

thought so too. I looked all round for the horrible young man, and could see no signs of him. But, now I was

My sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, was more than twenty years older than I, and had established a great reputation

with herself and the neighbours because she had brought me up "by hand." Having at that time to find out for

myself what the expression meant, and knowing her to have a hard and heavy hand, and to be much in the

habit of laying it upon her husband as well as upon me, I supposed that Joe Gargery and I were both brought

She was not a goodlooking woman, my sister; and I had a general impression that she must have made Joe

Gargery marry her by hand. Joe was a fair man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and

with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they seemed to have somehow got mixed with their own whites.

He was a mild, goodnatured, sweettempered, easygoing, foolish, dear fellow a sort of Hercules in

My sister, Mrs. Joe, with black hair and eyes, had such a prevailing redness of skin that I sometimes used to

wonder whether it was possible she washed herself with a nutmeggrater instead of soap. She was tall and

bony, and almost always wore a coarse apron, fastened over her figure behind with two loops, and having a

square impregnable bib in front, that was stuck full of pins and needles. She made it a powerful merit in

herself, and a strong reproach against Joe, that she wore this apron so much. Though I really see no reason

why she should have worn it at all: or why, if she did wear it at all, she should not have taken it off, every day

Joe's forge adjoined our house, which was a wooden house, as many of the dwellings in our country were

most of them, at that time. When I ran home from the churchyard, the forge was shut up, and Joe was sitting

alone in the kitchen. Joe and I being fellowsufferers, and having confidences as such, Joe imparted a

confidence to me, the moment I raised the latch of the door and peeped in at him opposite to it, sitting in the

"Mrs. Joe has been out a dozen times, looking for you, Pip. And she's out now, making it a baker's dozen."

At this dismal intelligence, I twisted the only button on my waistcoat round and round, and looked in great

depression at the fire. Tickler was a waxended piece of cane, worn smooth by collision with my tickled

"She sot down," said Joe, "and she got up, and she made a grab at Tickler, and she Rampaged out. That's

what she did," said Joe, slowly clearing the fire between the lower bars with the poker, and looking at it: "she

"Has she been gone long, Joe?" I always treated him as a larger species of child, and as no more than my

"Well," said Joe, glancing up at the Dutch clock, "she's been on the Rampage, this last spell, about five

minutes, Pip. She's a coming! Get behind the door, old chap, and have the jacktowel betwixt you."

I took the advice. My sister, Mrs. Joe, throwing the door wide open, and finding an obstruction behind it,

immediately divined the cause, and applied Tickler to its further investigation. She concluded by throwing

me I often served as a connubial missile at Joe, who, glad to get hold of me on any terms, passed me on

"Where have you been, you young monkey?" said Mrs. Joe, stamping her foot. "Tell me directly what you've

been doing to wear me away with fret and fright and worrit, or I'd have you out of that corner if you was fifty

"I have only been to the churchyard," said I, from my stool, crying and rubbing myself.

"Churchyard!" repeated my sister. "If it warn't for me you'd have been to the churchyard long ago, and stayed

"I don't!" said my sister. "I'd never do it again! I know that. I may truly say I've never had this apron of mine

off, since born you were. It's bad enough to be a blacksmith's wife (and him a Gargery) without being your

My thoughts strayed from that question as I looked disconsolately at the fire. For, the fugitive out on the

marshes with the ironed leg, the mysterious young man, the file, the food, and the dreadful pledge I was

under to commit a larceny on those sheltering premises, rose before me in the avenging coals.

"Hah!" said Mrs. Joe, restoring Tickler to his station. "Churchyard, indeed! You may well say churchyard,

you two." One of us, bythebye, had not said it at all. "You'll drive me to the churchyard betwixt you, one

As she applied herself to set the teathings, Joe peeped down at me over his leg, as if he were mentally

casting me and himself up, and calculating what kind of pair we practically should make, under the grievous

circumstances foreshadowed. After that, he sat feeling his rightside flaxen curls and whisker, and following

My sister had a trenchant way of cutting our breadandbutter for us, that never varied. First, with her left

hand she jammed the loaf hard and fast against her bib where it sometimes got a pin into it, and sometimes

a needle, which we afterwards got into our mouths. Then she took some butter (not too much) on a knife and

spread it on the loaf, in an apothecary kind of way, as if she were making a plaister using both sides of the

knife with a slapping dexterity, and trimming and moulding the butter off round the crust. Then, she gave the

knife a final smart wipe on the edge of the plaister, and then sawed a very thick round off the loaf: which she

finally, before separating from the loaf, hewed into two halves, of which Joe got one, and I the other.

On the present occasion, though I was hungry, I dared not eat my slice. I felt that I must have something in

reserve for my dreadful acquaintance, and his ally the still more dreadful young man. I knew Mrs. Joe's

housekeeping to be of the strictest kind, and that my larcenous researches might find nothing available in the

safe. Therefore I resolved to put my hunk of breadandbutter down the leg of my trousers.

The effort of resolution necessary to the achievement of this purpose, I found to be quite awful. It was as if I

had to make up my mind to leap from the top of a high house, or plunge into a great depth of water. And it

was made the more difficult by the unconscious Joe. In our alreadymentioned freemasonry as

fellowsufferers, and in his goodnatured companionship with me, it was our evening habit to compare the

way we bit through our slices, by silently holding them up to each other's admiration now and then which

stimulated us to new exertions. Tonight, Joe several times invited me, by the display of his fastdiminishing

slice, to enter upon our usual friendly competition; but he found me, each time, with my yellow mug of tea on

one knee, and my untouched breadandbutter on the other. At last, I desperately considered that the thing I

contemplated must be done, and that it had best be done in the least improbable manner consistent with the

circumstances. I took advantage of a moment when Joe had just looked at me, and got my breadandbutter

Joe was evidently made uncomfortable by what he supposed to be my loss of appetite, and took a thoughtful

bite out of his slice, which he didn't seem to enjoy. He turned it about in his mouth much longer than usual,

pondering over it a good deal, and after all gulped it down like a pill. He was about to take another bite, and

had just got his head on one side for a good purchase on it, when his eye fell on me, and he saw that my

The wonder and consternation with which Joe stopped on the threshold of his bite and stared at me, were too

"I say, you know!" muttered Joe, shaking his head at me in very serious remonstrance. "Pip, old chap! You'll

"If you can cough any trifle on it up, Pip, I'd recommend you to do it," said Joe, all aghast. "Manners is

By this time, my sister was quite desperate, so she pounced on Joe, and, taking him by the two whiskers,

knocked his head for a little while against the wall behind him: while I sat in the corner, looking guiltily on.

"Now, perhaps you'll mention what's the matter," said my sister, out of breath, "you staring great stuck pig."

Joe looked at her in a helpless way; then took a helpless bite, and looked at me again.

"You know, Pip," said Joe, solemnly, with his last bite in his cheek and speaking in a confidential voice, as if

we two were quite alone, "you and me is always friends, and I'd be the last to tell upon you, any time. But

such a" he moved his chair and looked about the floor between us, and then again at me "such a most

"You know, old chap," said Joe, looking at me, and not at Mrs. Joe, with his bite still in his cheek, "I Bolted,

myself, when I was your age frequent and as a boy I've been among a many Bolters; but I never see your

My sister made a dive at me, and fished me up by the hair: saying nothing more than the awful words, "You

Some medical beast had revived Tarwater in those days as a fine medicine, and Mrs. Joe always kept a

supply of it in the cupboard; having a belief in its virtues correspondent to its nastiness. At the best of times,

so much of this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative, that I was conscious of going about,

smelling like a new fence. On this particular evening the urgency of my case demanded a pint of this mixture,

which was poured down my throat, for my greater comfort, while Mrs. Joe held my head under her arm, as a

boot would be held in a bootjack. Joe got off with half a pint; but was made to swallow that (much to his

disturbance, as he sat slowly munching and meditating before the fire), "because he had had a turn." Judging

from myself, I should say he certainly had a turn afterwards, if he had had none before.

Conscience is a dreadful thing when it accuses man or boy; but when, in the case of a boy, that secret burden

cooperates with another secret burden down the leg of his trousers, it is (as I can testify) a great punishment.

The guilty knowledge that I was going to rob Mrs. Joe I never thought I was going to rob Joe, for I never

thought of any of the housekeeping property as his united to the necessity of always keeping one hand on

my breadandbutter as I sat, or when I was ordered about the kitchen on any small errand, almost drove me

out of my mind. Then, as the marsh winds made the fire glow and flare, I thought I heard the voice outside, of

the man with the iron on his leg who had sworn me to secrecy, declaring that he couldn't and wouldn't starve

until tomorrow, but must be fed now. At other times, I thought, What if the young man who was with so

much difficulty restrained from imbruing his hands in me, should yield to a constitutional impatience, or

should mistake the time, and should think himself accredited to my heart and liver tonight, instead of

tomorrow! If ever anybody's hair stood on end with terror, mine must have done so then. But, perhaps,

It was Christmas Eve, and I had to stir the pudding for next day, with a copperstick, from seven to eight by

the Dutch clock. I tried it with the load upon my leg (and that made me think afresh of the man with the load

on his leg), and found the tendency of exercise to bring the breadandbutter out at my ankle, quite

unmanageable. Happily, I slipped away, and deposited that part of my conscience in my garret bedroom.

"Hark!" said I, when I had done my stirring, and was taking a final warm in the chimney corner before being

Mrs. Joe, who always took explanations upon herself, said, snappishly, "Escaped. Escaped." Administering

While Mrs. Joe sat with her head bending over her needlework, I put my mouth into the forms of saying to

Joe, "What's a convict?" Joe put his mouth into the forms of returning such a highly elaborate answer, that I

"There was a conwict off last night," said Joe, aloud, "after sunsetgun. And they fired warning of him. And

"Drat that boy," interposed my sister, frowning at me over her work, "what a questioner he is. Ask no

It was not very polite to herself, I thought, to imply that I should be told lies by her, even if I did ask

At this point, Joe greatly augmented my curiosity by taking the utmost pains to open his mouth very wide,

and to put it into the form of a word that looked to me like "sulks." Therefore, I naturally pointed to Mrs. Joe,

and put my mouth into the form of saying "her?" But Joe wouldn't hear of that, at all, and again opened his

mouth very wide, and shook the form of a most emphatic word out of it. But I could make nothing of the

"Mrs. Joe," said I, as a last resort, "I should like to know if you wouldn't much mind where the firing

"Lord bless the boy!" exclaimed my sister, as if she didn't quite mean that, but rather the contrary. "From the

"That's the way with this boy!" exclaimed my sister, pointing me out with her needle and thread, and shaking

her head at me. "Answer him one question, and he'll ask you a dozen directly. Hulks are prisonships, right

"I wonder who's put into prisonships, and why they're put there?" said I, in a general way, and with quiet

It was too much for Mrs. Joe, who immediately rose. "I tell you what, young fellow," said she, "I didn't bring

you up by hand to badger people's lives out. It would be blame to me, and not praise, if I had. People are put

in the Hulks because they murder, and because they rob, and forge, and do all sorts of bad; and they always

I was never allowed a candle to light me to bed, and, as I went upstairs in the dark, with my head tingling

from Mrs. Joe's thimble having played the tambourine upon it, to accompany her last words I felt fearfully

sensible of the great convenience that the Hulks were handy for me. I was clearly on my way there. I had

Since that time, which is far enough away now, I have often thought that few people know what secrecy there

is in the young, under terror. No matter how unreasonable the terror, so that it be terror. I was in mortal terror

of the young man who wanted my heart and liver; I was in mortal terror of my interlocutor with the ironed

leg; I was in mortal terror of myself, from whom an awful promise had been extracted; I had no hope of

deliverance through my allpowerful sister, who repulsed me at every turn; I am afraid to think of what I

If I slept at all that night, it was only to imagine myself drifting down the river on a strong springtide, to the

Hulks; a ghostly pirate calling out to me through a speakingtrumpet, as I passed the gibbetstation, that I

had better come ashore and be hanged there at once, and not put it off. I was afraid to sleep, even if I had

been inclined, for I knew that at the first faint dawn of morning I must rob the pantry. There was no doing it

in the night, for there was no getting a light by easy friction then; to have got one, I must have struck it out of

flint and steel, and have made a noise like the very pirate himself rattling his chains.

As soon as the great black velvet pall outside my little window was shot with grey, I got up and went down

stairs; every board upon the way, and every crack in every board, calling after me, "Stop thief!" and "Get up,

Mrs. Joe!" In the pantry, which was far more abundantly supplied than usual, owing to the season, I was very

much alarmed, by a hare hanging up by the heels, whom I rather thought I caught, when my back was half

turned, winking. I had no time for verification, no time for selection, no time for anything, for I had no time

to spare. I stole some bread, some rind of cheese, about half a jar of mincemeat (which I tied up in my

pockethandkerchief with my last night's slice), some brandy from a stone bottle (which I decanted into a

glass bottle I had secretly used for making that intoxicating fluid, Spanishliquoricewater, up in my room:

diluting the stone bottle from a jug in the kitchen cupboard), a meat bone with very little on it, and a beautiful

round compact pork pie. I was nearly going away without the pie, but I was tempted to mount upon a shelf, to

look what it was that was put away so carefully in a covered earthen ware dish in a corner, and I found it was

the pie, and I took it, in the hope that it was not intended for early use, and would not be missed for some

There was a door in the kitchen, communicating with the forge; I unlocked and unbolted that door, and got a

file from among Joe's tools. Then, I put the fastenings as I had found them, opened the door at which I had

It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if

some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pockethandkerchief. Now, I saw

the damp lying on the bare hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of spiders' webs; hanging itself from

twig to twig and blade to blade. On every rail and gate, wet lay clammy; and the marshmist was so thick,

that the wooden finger on the post directing people to our village a direction which they never accepted, for

they never came there was invisible to me until I was quite close under it. Then, as I looked up at it, while it

dripped, it seemed to my oppressed conscience like a phantom devoting me to the Hulks.

The mist was heavier yet when I got out upon the marshes, so that instead of my running at everything,

everything seemed to run at me. This was very disagreeable to a guilty mind. The gates and dykes and banks

came bursting at me through the mist, as if they cried as plainly as could be, "A boy with Somebodyelse's

pork pie! Stop him!" The cattle came upon me with like suddenness, staring out of their eyes, and steaming

out of their nostrils, "Holloa, young thief!" One black ox, with a white cravat on who even had to my

awakened conscience something of a clerical air fixed me so obstinately with his eyes, and moved his blunt

head round in such an accusatory manner as I moved round, that I blubbered out to him, "I couldn't help it,

sir! It wasn't for myself I took it!" Upon which he put down his head, blew a cloud of smoke out of his nose,

All this time, I was getting on towards the river; but however fast I went, I couldn't warm my feet, to which

the damp cold seemed riveted, as the iron was riveted to the leg of the man I was running to meet. I knew my

way to the Battery, pretty straight, for I had been down there on a Sunday with Joe, and Joe, sitting on an old

gun, had told me that when I was 'prentice to him regularly bound, we would have such Larks there!

However, in the confusion of the mist, I found myself at last too far to the right, and consequently had to try

back along the riverside, on the bank of loose stones above the mud and the stakes that staked the tide out.

Making my way along here with all despatch, I had just crossed a ditch which I knew to be very near the

Battery, and had just scrambled up the mound beyond the ditch, when I saw the man sitting before me. His

back was towards me, and he had his arms folded, and was nodding forward, heavy with sleep.

I thought he would be more glad if I came upon him with his breakfast, in that unexpected manner, so I went

forward softly and touched him on the shoulder. He instantly jumped up, and it was not the same man, but

And yet this man was dressed in coarse grey, too, and had a great iron on his leg, and was lame, and hoarse,

and cold, and was everything that the other man was; except that he had not the same face, and had a flat

broadbrimmed lowcrowned felt that on. All this, I saw in a moment, for I had only a moment to see it in:

he swore an oath at me, made a hit at me it was a round weak blow that missed me and almost knocked

himself down, for it made him stumble and then he ran into the mist, stumbling twice as he went, and I lost

"It's the young man!" I thought, feeling my heart shoot as I identified him. I dare say I should have felt a pain

I was soon at the Battery, after that, and there was the right manhugging himself and limping to and fro, as

if he had never all night left off hugging and limping waiting for me. He was awfully cold, to be sure. I half

expected to see him drop down before my face and die of deadly cold. His eyes looked so awfully hungry,

too, that when I handed him the file and he laid it down on the grass, it occurred to me he would have tried to

eat it, if he had not seen my bundle. He did not turn me upside down, this time, to get at what I had, but left

He was already handing mincemeat down his throat in the most curious manner more like a man who was

putting it away somewhere in a violent hurry, than a man who was eating it but he left off to take some of

the liquor. He shivered all the while, so violently, that it was quite as much as he could do to keep the neck of

"It's bad about here," I told him. "You've been lying out on the meshes, and they're dreadful aguish.

"I'll eat my breakfast afore they're the death of me," said he. "I'd do that, if I was going to be strung up to that

there gallows as there is over there, directly afterwards. I'll beat the shivers so far, I'll bet you."

He was gobbling mincemeat, meatbone, bread, cheese, and pork pie, all at once: staring distrustfully while he

did so at the mist all round us, and often stopping even stopping his jaws to listen. Some real or fancied

sound, some clink upon the river or breathing of beast upon the marsh, now gave him a start, and he said,

"Well," said he, "I believe you. You'd be but a fierce young hound indeed, if at your time of life you could

help to hunt a wretched warmint, hunted as near death and dunghill as this poor wretched warmint is!"

Something clicked in his throat, as if he had works in him like a clock, and was going to strike. And he

Pitying his desolation, and watching him as he gradually settled down upon the pie, I made bold to say, "I am

I had often watched a large dog of ours eating his food; and I now noticed a decided similarity between the

dog's way of eating, and the man's. The man took strong sharp sudden bites, just like the dog. He swallowed,

or rather snapped up, every mouthful, too soon and too fast; and he looked sideways here and there while he

ate, as if he thought there was danger in every direction, of somebody's coming to take the pie away. He was

altogether too unsettled in his mind over it, to appreciate it comfortably, I thought, or to have anybody to dine

with him, without making a chop with his jaws at the visitor. In all of which particulars he was very like the

"I am afraid you won't leave any of it for him," said I, timidly; after a silence during which I had hesitated as

to the politeness of making the remark. "There's no more to be got where that came from." It was the

"Leave any for him? Who's him?" said my friend, stopping in his crunching of piecrust.

"Oh ah!" he returned, with something like a gruff laugh. "Him? Yes, yes! He don't want no wittles."

The man stopped eating, and regarded me with the keenest scrutiny and the greatest surprise.

"Yonder," said I, pointing; "over there, where I found him nodding asleep, and thought it was you."

He held me by the collar and stared at me so, that I began to think his first idea about cutting my throat had

"Dressed like you, you know, only with a hat," I explained, trembling; "and and" I was very anxious to

put this delicately "and with the same reason for wanting to borrow a file. Didn't you hear the cannon last

"I wonder you shouldn't have been sure of that," I returned, "for we heard it up at home, and that's further

"Why, see now!" said he. "When a man's alone on these flats, with a light head and a light stomach, perishing

of cold and want, he hears nothin' all night, but guns firing, and voices calling. Hears? He sees the soldiers,

with their red coats lighted up by the torches carried afore, closing in round him. Hears his number called,

hears himself challenged, hears the rattle of the muskets, hears the orders 'Make ready! Present! Cover him

steady, men!' and is laid hands on and there's nothin'! Why, if I see one pursuing party last night coming

up in order, Damn 'em, with their tramp, tramp I see a hundred. And as to firing! Why, I see the mist shake

with the cannon, arter it was broad day But this man;" he had said all the rest, as if he had forgotten my

"Not here?" exclaimed the man, striking his left cheek mercilessly, with the flat of his hand.

"Where is he?" He crammed what little food was left, into the breast of his grey jacket. "Show me the way he

went. I'll pull him down, like a bloodhound. Curse this iron on my sore leg! Give us hold of the file, boy."

I indicated in what direction the mist had shrouded the other man, and he looked up at it for an instant. But he

was down on the rank wet grass, filing at his iron like a madman, and not minding me or minding his own

leg, which had an old chafe upon it and was bloody, but which he handled as roughly as if it had no more

feeling in it than the file. I was very much afraid of him again, now that he had worked himself into this

fierce hurry, and I was likewise very much afraid of keeping away from home any longer. I told him I must

go, but he took no notice, so I thought the best thing I could do was to slip off. The last I saw of him, his head

was bent over his knee and he was working hard at his fetter, muttering impatient imprecations at it and at his

leg. The last I heard of him, I stopped in the mist to listen, and the file was still going.

I fully expected to find a Constable in the kitchen, waiting to take me up. But not only was there no

Constable there, but no discovery had yet been made of the robbery. Mrs. Joe was prodigiously busy in

getting the house ready for the festivities of the day, and Joe had been put upon the kitchen doorstep to keep

him out of the dustpan an article into which his destiny always led him sooner or later, when my sister

"And where the deuce ha' you been?" was Mrs. Joe's Christmas salutation, when I and my conscience showed

I said I had been down to hear the Carols. "Ah! well!" observed Mrs. Joe. "You might ha' done worse." Not a

"Perhaps if I warn't a blacksmith's wife, and (what's the same thing) a slave with her apron never off, I should

have been to hear the Carols," said Mrs. Joe. "I'm rather partial to Carols, myself, and that's the best of

Joe, who had ventured into the kitchen after me as the dustpan had retired before us, drew the back of his

hand across his nose with a conciliatory air when Mrs. Joe darted a look at him, and, when her eyes were

withdrawn, secretly crossed his two forefingers, and exhibited them to me, as our token that Mrs. Joe was in a

cross temper. This was so much her normal state, that Joe and I would often, for weeks together, be, as to our

We were to have a superb dinner, consisting of a leg of pickled pork and greens, and a pair of roast stuffed

fowls. A handsome mincepie had been made yesterday morning (which accounted for the mincemeat not

being missed), and the pudding was already on the boil. These extensive arrangements occasioned us to be

cut off unceremoniously in respect of breakfast; "for I an't," said Mrs. Joe, "I an't agoing to have no formal

cramming and busting and washing up now, with what I've got before me, I promise you!"

So, we had our slices served out, as if we were two thousand troops on a forced march instead of a man and

boy at home; and we took gulps of milk and water, with apologetic countenances, from a jug on the dresser.

In the meantime, Mrs. Joe put clean white curtains up, and tacked a new floweredflounce across the wide

chimney to replace the old one, and uncovered the little state parlour across the passage, which was never

uncovered at any other time, but passed the rest of the year in a cool haze of silver paper, which even

extended to the four little white crockery poodles on the mantelshelf, each with a black nose and a basket of

flowers in his mouth, and each the counterpart of the other. Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had

an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness

My sister having so much to do, was going to church vicariously; that is to say, Joe and I were going. In his

working clothes, Joe was a wellknit characteristiclooking blacksmith; in his holiday clothes, he was more

like a scarecrow in good circumstances, than anything else. Nothing that he wore then, fitted him or seemed

to belong to him; and everything that he wore then, grazed him. On the present festive occasion he emerged

from his room, when the blithe bells were going, the picture of misery, in a full suit of Sunday penitentials.

As to me, I think my sister must have had some general idea that I was a young offender whom an

Accoucheur Policemen had taken up (on my birthday) and delivered over to her, to be dealt with according to

the outraged majesty of the law. I was always treated as if I had insisted on being born, in opposition to the

dictates of reason, religion, and morality, and against the dissuading arguments of my best friends. Even

when I was taken to have a new suit of clothes, the tailor had orders to make them like a kind of Reformatory,

Joe and I going to church, therefore, must have been a moving spectacle for compassionate minds. Yet, what

I suffered outside, was nothing to what I underwent within. The terrors that had assailed me whenever Mrs.

Joe had gone near the pantry, or out of the room, were only to be equalled by the remorse with which my

mind dwelt on what my hands had done. Under the weight of my wicked secret, I pondered whether the

Church would be powerful enough to shield me from the vengeance of the terrible young man, if I divulged

to that establishment. I conceived the idea that the time when the banns were read and when the clergyman

said, "Ye are now to declare it!" would be the time for me to rise and propose a private conference in the

vestry. I am far from being sure that I might not have astonished our small congregation by resorting to this

Mr. Wopsle, the clerk at church, was to dine with us; and Mr. Hubble the wheelwright and Mrs. Hubble; and

Uncle Pumblechook (Joe's uncle, but Mrs. Joe appropriated him), who was a welltodo cornchandler in

the nearest town, and drove his own chaisecart. The dinner hour was halfpast one. When Joe and I got

home, we found the table laid, and Mrs. Joe dressed, and the dinner dressing, and the front door unlocked (it

never was at any other time) for the company to enter by, and everything most splendid. And still, not a word

The time came, without bringing with it any relief to my feelings, and the company came. Mr. Wopsle, united

to a Roman nose and a large shining bald forehead, had a deep voice which he was uncommonly proud of;

indeed it was understood among his acquaintance that if you could only give him his head, he would read the

clergyman into fits; he himself confessed that if the Church was "thrown open," meaning to competition, he

would not despair of making his mark in it. The Church not being "thrown open," he was, as I have said, our

clerk. But he punished the Amens tremendously; and when he gave out the psalm always giving the whole

verse he looked all round the congregation first, as much as to say, "You have heard my friend overhead;

I opened the door to the company making believe that it was a habit of ours to open that door and I

opened it first to Mr. Wopsle, next to Mr. and Mrs. Hubble, and last of all to Uncle Pumblechook. N.B., I was

"Mrs. Joe," said Uncle Pumblechook: a large hardbreathing middleaged slow man, with a mouth like a

fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all

but choked, and had that moment come to; "I have brought you, as the compliments of the season I have

brought you, Mum, a bottle of sherry wine and I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of port wine."

Every Christmas Day he presented himself, as a profound novelty, with exactly the same words, and carrying

the two bottles like dumbbells. Every Christmas Day, Mrs. Joe replied, as she now replied, "Oh, Un cle

Pum ble chook! This IS kind!" Every Christmas Day, he retorted, as he now retorted, "It's no more than

your merits. And now are you all bobbish, and how's Sixpennorth of halfpence?" meaning me.

We dined on these occasions in the kitchen, and adjourned, for the nuts and oranges and apples, to the

parlour; which was a change very like Joe's change from his working clothes to his Sunday dress. My sister

was uncommonly lively on the present occasion, and indeed was generally more gracious in the society of

Mrs. Hubble than in other company. I remember Mrs. Hubble as a little curly sharpedged person in

skyblue, who held a conventionally juvenile position, because she had married Mr. Hubble I don't know at

what remote period when she was much younger than he. I remember Mr Hubble as a tough

highshouldered stooping old man, of a sawdusty fragrance, with his legs extraordinarily wide apart: so that

in my short days I always saw some miles of open country between them when I met him coming up the lane.

Among this good company I should have felt myself, even if I hadn't robbed the pantry, in a false position.

Not because I was squeezed in at an acute angle of the tablecloth, with the table in my chest, and the

Pumblechookian elbow in my eye, nor because I was not allowed to speak (I didn't want to speak), nor

because I was regaled with the scaly tips of the drumsticks of the fowls, and with those obscure corners of

pork of which the pig, when living, had had the least reason to be vain. No; I should not have minded that, if

they would only have left me alone. But they wouldn't leave me alone. They seemed to think the opportunity

lost, if they failed to point the conversation at me, every now and then, and stick the point into me. I might

have been an unfortunate little bull in a Spanish arena, I got so smartingly touched up by these moral goads.

It began the moment we sat down to dinner. Mr. Wopsle said grace with theatrical declamation as it now

appears to me, something like a religious cross of the Ghost in Hamlet with Richard the Third and ended

with the very proper aspiration that we might be truly grateful. Upon which my sister fixed me with her eye,

"Especially," said Mr. Pumblechook, "be grateful, boy, to them which brought you up by hand."

Mrs. Hubble shook her head, and contemplating me with a mournful presentiment that I should come to no

good, asked, "Why is it that the young are never grateful?" This moral mystery seemed too much for the

company until Mr. Hubble tersely solved it by saying, "Naterally wicious." Everybody then murmured

Joe's station and influence were something feebler (if possible) when there was company, than when there

was none. But he always aided and comforted me when he could, in some way of his own, and he always did

so at dinnertime by giving me gravy, if there were any. There being plenty of gravy today, Joe spooned

A little later on in the dinner, Mr. Wopsle reviewed the sermon with some severity, and intimated in the

usual hypothetical case of the Church being "thrown open" what kind of sermon he would have given them.

After favouring them with some heads of that discourse, he remarked that he considered the subject of the

day's homily, illchosen; which was the less excusable, he added, when there were so many subjects "going

"True again," said Uncle Pumblechook. "You've hit it, sir! Plenty of subjects going about, for them that know

how to put salt upon their tails. That's what's wanted. A man needn't go far to find a subject, if he's ready with

his saltbox." Mr. Pumblechook added, after a short interval of reflection, "Look at Pork alone. There's a

"True, sir. Many a moral for the young," returned Mr. Wopsle; and I knew he was going to lug me in, before

"Swine," pursued Mr. Wopsle, in his deepest voice, and pointing his fork at my blushes, as if he were

mentioning my Christian name; "Swine were the companions of the prodigal. The gluttony of Swine is put

before us, as an example to the young." (I thought this pretty well in him who had been praising up the pork

for being so plump and juicy.) "What is detestable in a pig, is more detestable in a boy."

"Of course, or girl, Mr. Hubble," assented Mr. Wopsle, rather irritably, "but there is no girl present."

"Besides," said Mr. Pumblechook, turning sharp on me, "think what you've got to be grateful for. If you'd

"Well, but I mean a fourfooted Squeaker," said Mr. Pumblechook. "If you had been born such, would you

"But I don't mean in that form, sir," returned Mr. Pumblechook, who had an objection to being interrupted; "I

mean, enjoying himself with his elders and betters, and improving himself with their conversation, and

rolling in the lap of luxury. Would he have been doing that? No, he wouldn't. And what would have been

your destination?" turning on me again. "You would have been disposed of for so many shillings according to

the market price of the article, and Dunstable the butcher would have come up to you as you lay in your

straw, and he would have whipped you under his left arm, and with his right he would have tucked up his

frock to get a penknife from out of his waistcoatpocket, and he would have shed your blood and had your

"He was a world of trouble to you, ma'am," said Mrs. Hubble, commiserating my sister.

"Trouble?" echoed my sister; "trouble?" and then entered on a fearful catalogue of all the illnesses I had been

guilty of, and all the acts of sleeplessness I had committed, and all the high places I had tumbled from, and all

the low places I had tumbled into, and all the injuries I had done myself, and all the times she had wished me

I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the

restless people they were, in consequence. Anyhow, Mr. Wopsle's Roman nose so aggravated me, during the

recital of my misdemeanours, that I should have liked to pull it until he howled. But, all I had endured up to

this time, was nothing in comparison with the awful feelings that took possession of me when the pause was

broken which ensued upon my sister's recital, and in which pause everybody had looked at me (as I felt

"Yet," said Mr. Pumblechook, leading the company gently back to the theme from which they had strayed,

O Heavens, it had come at last! He would find it was weak, he would say it was weak, and I was lost! I held

tight to the leg of the table under the cloth, with both hands, and awaited my fate.

My sister went for the stone bottle, came back with the stone bottle, and poured his brandy out: no one else

taking any. The wretched man trifled with his glass took it up, looked at it through the light, put it down

prolonged my misery. All this time, Mrs. Joe and Joe were briskly clearing the table for the pie and pudding.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Always holding tight by the leg of the table with my hands and feet, I saw

the miserable creature finger his glass playfully, take it up, smile, throw his head back, and drink the brandy

off. Instantly afterwards, the company were seized with unspeakable consternation, owing to his springing to

his feet, turning round several times in an appalling spasmodic whoopingcough dance, and rushing out at

the door; he then became visible through the window, violently plunging and expectorating, making the most

I held on tight, while Mrs. Joe and Joe ran to him. I didn't know how I had done it, but I had no doubt I had

murdered him somehow. In my dreadful situation, it was a relief when he was brought back, and, surveying

the company all round as if they had disagreed with him, sank down into his chair with the one significant

I had filled up the bottle from the tarwater jug. I knew he would be worse byandby. I moved the table,

But, Uncle Pumblechook, who was omnipotent in that kitchen, wouldn't hear the word, wouldn't hear of the

subject, imperiously waved it all away with his hand, and asked for hot ginandwater. My sister, who had

begun to be alarmingly meditative, had to employ herself actively in getting the gin, the hot water, the sugar,

and the lemonpeel, and mixing them. For the time being at least, I was saved. I still held on to the leg of the

By degrees, I became calm enough to release my grasp and partake of pudding. Mr. Pumblechook partook of

pudding. All partook of pudding. The course terminated, and Mr. Pumblechook had begun to beam under the

genial influence of ginandwater. I began to think I should get over the day, when my sister said to Joe,

I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion

of my youth and friend of my soul. I foresaw what was coming, and I felt that this time I really was gone.

"You must taste," said my sister, addressing the guests with her best grace, "You must taste, to finish with,

The company murmured their compliments. Uncle Pumblechook, sensible of having deserved well of his

fellowcreatures, said quite vivaciously, all things considered "Well, Mrs. Joe, we'll do our best

My sister went out to get it. I heard her steps proceed to the pantry. I saw Mr. Pumblechook balance his knife.

I saw reawakening appetite in the Roman nostrils of Mr. Wopsle. I heard Mr. Hubble remark that "a bit of

savoury pork pie would lay atop of anything you could mention, and do no harm," and I heard Joe say, "You

shall have some, Pip." I have never been absolutely certain whether I uttered a shrill yell of terror, merely in

spirit, or in the bodily hearing of the company. I felt that I could bear no more, and that I must run away. I

But, I ran no further than the house door, for there I ran head foremost into a party of soldiers with their

muskets: one of whom held out a pair of handcuffs to me, saying, "Here you are, look sharp, come on!"

The apparition of a file of soldiers ringing down the buttends of their loaded muskets on our doorstep,

caused the dinnerparty to rise from table in confusion, and caused Mrs. Joe reentering the kitchen

emptyhanded, to stop short and stare, in her wondering lament of "Gracious goodness gracious me, what's

The sergeant and I were in the kitchen when Mrs. Joe stood staring; at which crisis I partially recovered the

use of my senses. It was the sergeant who had spoken to me, and he was now looking round at the company,

with his handcuffs invitingly extended towards them in his right hand, and his left on my shoulder.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentleman," said the sergeant, "but as I have mentioned at the door to this smart

young shaver" (which he hadn't), "I am on a chase in the name of the king, and I want the blacksmith."

"And pray what might you want with him?" retorted my sister, quick to resent his being wanted at all.

"Missis," returned the gallant sergeant, "speaking for myself, I should reply, the honour and pleasure of his

This was received as rather neat in the sergeant; insomuch that Mr Pumblechook cried audibly, "Good

"You see, blacksmith," said the sergeant, who had by this time picked out Joe with his eye, "we have had an

accident with these, and I find the lock of one of 'em goes wrong, and the coupling don't act pretty. As they

Joe threw his eye over them, and pronounced that the job would necessitate the lighting of his forge fire, and

would take nearer two hours than one, "Will it? Then will you set about it at once, blacksmith?" said the

offhand sergeant, "as it's on his Majesty's service. And if my men can beat a hand anywhere, they'll make

themselves useful." With that, he called to his men, who came trooping into the kitchen one after another, and

piled their arms in a corner. And then they stood about, as soldiers do; now, with their hands loosely clasped

before them; now, resting a knee or a shoulder; now, easing a belt or a pouch; now, opening the door to spit

All these things I saw without then knowing that I saw them, for I was in an agony of apprehension. But,

beginning to perceive that the handcuffs were not for me, and that the military had so far got the better of the

pie as to put it in the background, I collected a little more of my scattered wits.

"Would you give me the Time?" said the sergeant, addressing himself to Mr. Pumblechook, as to a man

whose appreciative powers justified the inference that he was equal to the time.

"That's not so bad," said the sergeant, reflecting; "even if I was forced to halt here nigh two hours, that'll do.

How far might you call yourselves from the marshes, hereabouts? Not above a mile, I reckon?"

"That'll do. We begin to close in upon 'em about dusk. A little before dusk, my orders are. That'll do."

"Ay!" returned the sergeant, "two. They're pretty well known to be out on the marshes still, and they won't try

"Well!" said the sergeant, "they'll find themselves trapped in a circle, I expect, sooner than they count on.

Joe had got his coat and waistcoat and cravat off, and his leather apron on, and passed into the forge. One of

the soldiers opened its wooden windows, another lighted the fire, another turned to at the bellows, the rest

stood round the blaze, which was soon roaring. Then Joe began to hammer and clink, hammer and clink, and

The interest of the impending pursuit not only absorbed the general attention, but even made my sister liberal.

She drew a pitcher of beer from the cask, for the soldiers, and invited the sergeant to take a glass of brandy.

But Mr. Pumblechook said, sharply, "Give him wine, Mum. I'll engage there's no Tar in that:" so, the sergeant

thanked him and said that as he preferred his drink without tar, he would take wine, if it was equally

convenient. When it was given him, he drank his Majesty's health and Compliments of the Season, and took

"I'll tell you something," returned the sergeant; "I suspect that stuff's of your providing."

"Because," returned the sergeant, clapping him on the shoulder, "you're a man that knows what's what."

"D'ye think so?" said Mr. Pumblechook, with his former laugh. "Have another glass!"

"With you. Hob and nob," returned the sergeant. "The top of mine to the foot of yours the foot of yours to

the top of mine Ring once, ring twice the best tune on the Musical Glasses! Your health. May you live a

thousand years, and never be a worse judge of the right sort than you are at the present moment of your life!"

The sergeant tossed off his glass again and seemed quite ready for another glass. I noticed that Mr.

Pumblechook in his hospitality appeared to forget that he had made a present of the wine, but took the bottle

from Mrs. Joe and had all the credit of handing it about in a gush of joviality. Even I got some. And he was

so very free of the wine that he even called for the other bottle, and handed that about with the same

As I watched them while they all stood clustering about the forge, enjoying themselves so much, I thought

what terrible good sauce for a dinner my fugitive friend on the marshes was. They had not enjoyed

themselves a quarter so much, before the entertainment was brightened with the excitement he furnished. And

now, when they were all in lively anticipation of "the two villains" being taken, and when the bellows seemed

to roar for the fugitives, the fire to flare for them, the smoke to hurry away in pursuit of them, Joe to hammer

and clink for them, and all the murky shadows on the wall to shake at them in menace as the blaze rose and

sank and the redhot sparks dropped and died, the pale afternoon outside, almost seemed in my pitying

At last, Joe's job was done, and the ringing and roaring stopped. As Joe got on his coat, he mustered courage

to propose that some of us should go down with the soldiers and see what came of the hunt. Mr.

Pumblechook and Mr. Hubble declined, on the plea of a pipe and ladies' society; but Mr. Wopsle said he

would go, if Joe would. Joe said he was agreeable, and would take me, if Mrs. Joe approved. We never

should have got leave to go, I am sure, but for Mrs. Joe's curiosity to know all about it and how it ended. As it

was, she merely stipulated, "If you bring the boy back with his head blown to bits by a musket, don't look to

The sergeant took a polite leave of the ladies, and parted from Mr. Pumblechook as from a comrade; though I

doubt if he were quite as fully sensible of that gentleman's merits under arid conditions, as when something

moist was going. His men resumed their muskets and fell in. Mr. Wopsle, Joe, and I, received strict charge to

keep in the rear, and to speak no word after we reached the marshes. When we were all out in the raw air and

were steadily moving towards our business, I treasonably whispered to Joe, "I hope, Joe, we shan't find

them." and Joe whispered to me, "I'd give a shilling if they had cut and run, Pip."

We were joined by no stragglers from the village, for the weather was cold and threatening, the way dreary,

the footing bad, darkness coming on, and the people had good fires indoors and were keeping the day. A

few faces hurried to glowing windows and looked after us, but none came out. We passed the fingerpost,

and held straight on to the churchyard. There, we were stopped a few minutes by a signal from the sergeant's

hand, while two or three of his men dispersed themselves among the graves, and also examined the porch.

They came in again without finding anything, and then we struck out on the open marshes, through the gate at

the side of the churchyard. A bitter sleet came rattling against us here on the east wind, and Joe took me on

Now that we were out upon the dismal wilderness where they little thought I had been within eight or nine

hours and had seen both men hiding, I considered for the first time, with great dread, if we should come upon

them, would my particular convict suppose that it was I who had brought the soldiers there? He had asked me

if I was a deceiving imp, and he had said I should be a fierce young hound if I joined the hunt against him.

Would he believe that I was both imp and hound in treacherous earnest, and had betrayed him?

It was of no use asking myself this question now. There I was, on Joe's back, and there was Joe beneath me,

charging at the ditches like a hunter, and stimulating Mr. Wopsle not to tumble on his Roman nose, and to

keep up with us. The soldiers were in front of us, extending into a pretty wide line with an interval between

man and man. We were taking the course I had begun with, and from which I had diverged in the mist. Either

the mist was not out again yet, or the wind had dispelled it. Under the low red glare of sunset, the beacon, and

the gibbet, and the mound of the Battery, and the opposite shore of the river, were plain, though all of a

With my heart thumping like a blacksmith at Joe's broad shoulder, I looked all about for any sign of the

convicts. I could see none, I could hear none. Mr. Wopsle had greatly alarmed me more than once, by his

blowing and hard breathing; but I knew the sounds by this time, and could dissociate them from the object of

pursuit. I got a dreadful start, when I thought I heard the file still going; but it was only a sheep bell. The

sheep stopped in their eating and looked timidly at us; and the cattle, their heads turned from the wind and

sleet, stared angrily as if they held us responsible for both annoyances; but, except these things, and the

shudder of the dying day in every blade of grass, there was no break in the bleak stillness of the marshes.

The soldiers were moving on in the direction of the old Battery, and we were moving on a little way behind

them, when, all of a sudden, we all stopped. For, there had reached us on the wings of the wind and rain, a

long shout. It was repeated. It was at a distance towards the east, but it was long and loud. Nay, there seemed

to be two or more shouts raised together if one might judge from a confusion in the sound.

To this effect the sergeant and the nearest men were speaking under their breath, when Joe and I came up.

After another moment's listening, Joe (who was a good judge) agreed, and Mr. Wopsle (who was a bad

judge) agreed. The sergeant, a decisive man, ordered that the sound should not be answered, but that the

course should be changed, and that his men should make towards it "at the double." So we slanted to the right

(where the East was), and Joe pounded away so wonderfully, that I had to hold on tight to keep my seat.

It was a run indeed now, and what Joe called, in the only two words he spoke all the time, "a Winder." Down

banks and up banks, and over gates, and splashing into dykes, and breaking among coarse rushes: no man

cared where he went. As we came nearer to the shouting, it became more and more apparent that it was made

by more than one voice. Sometimes, it seemed to stop altogether, and then the soldiers stopped. When it

broke out again, the soldiers made for it at a greater rate than ever, and we after them. After a while, we had

so run it down, that we could hear one voice calling "Murder!" and another voice, "Convicts! Runaways!

Guard! This way for the runaway convicts!" Then both voices would seem to be stifled in a struggle, and then

would break out again. And when it had come to this, the soldiers ran like deer, and Joe too.

The sergeant ran in first, when we had run the noise quite down, and two of his men ran in close upon him.

"Here are both men!" panted the sergeant, struggling at the bottom of a ditch. "Surrender, you two! and

Water was splashing, and mud was flying, and oaths were being sworn, and blows were being struck, when

some more men went down into the ditch to help the sergeant, and dragged out, separately, my convict and

the other one. Both were bleeding and panting and execrating and struggling; but of course I knew them both

"Mind!" said my convict, wiping blood from his face with his ragged sleeves, and shaking torn hair from his

"It's not much to be particular about," said the sergeant; "it'll do you small good, my man, being in the same

"I don't expect it to do me any good. I don't want it to do me more good than it does now," said my convict,

The other convict was livid to look at, and, in addition to the old bruised left side of his face, seemed to be

bruised and torn all over. He could not so much as get his breath to speak, until they were both separately

"Tried to murder him?" said my convict, disdainfully. "Try, and not do it? I took him, and giv' him up; that's

what I done. I not only prevented him getting off the marshes, but I dragged him here dragged him this far

on his way back. He's a gentleman, if you please, this villain. Now, the Hulks has got its gentleman again,

through me. Murder him? Worth my while, too, to murder him, when I could do worse and drag him back!"

The other one still gasped, "He tried he tried to murder me. Bear bear witness."

"Lookee here!" said my convict to the sergeant. "Singlehanded I got clear of the prisonship; I made a dash

and I done it. I could ha' got clear of these deathcold flats likewise look at my leg: you won't find much

iron on it if I hadn't made the discovery that he was here. Let him go free? Let him profit by the means as I

found out? Let him make a tool of me afresh and again? Once more? No, no, no. If I had died at the bottom

there;" and he made an emphatic swing at the ditch with his manacled hands; "I'd have held to him with that

The other fugitive, who was evidently in extreme horror of his companion, repeated, "He tried to murder me.

"He lies!" said my convict, with fierce energy. "He's a liar born, and he'll die a liar. Look at his face; ain't it

The other, with an effort at a scornful smile which could not, however, collect the nervous working of his

mouth into any set expression looked at the soldiers, and looked about at the marshes and at the sky, but

"Do you see him?" pursued my convict. "Do you see what a villain he is? Do you see those grovelling and

wandering eyes? That's how he looked when we were tried together. He never looked at me."

The other, always working and working his dry lips and turning his eyes restlessly about him far and near, did

at last turn them for a moment on the speaker, with the words, "You are not much to look at," and with a

halftaunting glance at the bound hands. At that point, my convict became so frantically exasperated, that he

would have rushed upon him but for the interposition of the soldiers. "Didn't I tell you," said the other convict

then, "that he would murder me, if he could?" And any one could see that he shook with fear, and that there

As one of the soldiers, who carried a basket in lieu of a gun, went down on his knee to open it, my convict

looked round him for the first time, and saw me. I had alighted from Joe's back on the brink of the ditch when

we came up, and had not moved since. I looked at him eagerly when he looked at me, and slightly moved my

hands and shook my head. I had been waiting for him to see me, that I might try to assure him of my

innocence. It was not at all expressed to me that he even comprehended my intention, for he gave me a look

that I did not understand, and it all passed in a moment. But if he had looked at me for an hour or for a day, I

could not have remembered his face ever afterwards, as having been more attentive.

The soldier with the basket soon got a light, and lighted three or four torches, and took one himself and

distributed the others. It had been almost dark before, but now it seemed quite dark, and soon afterwards very

dark. Before we departed from that spot, four soldiers standing in a ring, fired twice into the air. Presently we

saw other torches kindled at some distance behind us, and others on the marshes on the opposite bank of the

We had not gone far when three cannon were fired ahead of us with a sound that seemed to burst something

inside my ear. "You are expected on board," said the sergeant to my convict; "they know you are coming.

The two were kept apart, and each walked surrounded by a separate guard. I had hold of Joe's hand now, and

Joe carried one of the torches. Mr. Wopsle had been for going back, but Joe was resolved to see it out, so we

went on with the party. There was a reasonably good path now, mostly on the edge of the river, with a

divergence here and there where a dyke came, with a miniature windmill on it and a muddy sluicegate.

When I looked round, I could see the other lights coming in after us. The torches we carried, dropped great

blotches of fire upon the track, and I could see those, too, lying smoking and flaring. I could see nothing else

but black darkness. Our lights warmed the air about us with their pitchy blaze, and the two prisoners seemed

rather to like that, as they limped along in the midst of the muskets. We could not go fast, because of their

lameness; and they were so spent, that two or three times we had to halt while they rested.

After an hour or so of this travelling, we came to a rough wooden hut and a landingplace. There was a guard

in the hut, and they challenged, and the sergeant answered. Then, we went into the hut where there was a

smell of tobacco and whitewash, and a bright fire, and a lamp, and a stand of muskets, and a drum, and a low

wooden bedstead, like an overgrown mangle without the machinery, capable of holding about a dozen

soldiers all at once. Three or four soldiers who lay upon it in their greatcoats, were not much interested in

us, but just lifted their heads and took a sleepy stare, and then lay down again. The sergeant made some kind

of report, and some entry in a book, and then the convict whom I call the other convict was drafted off with

My convict never looked at me, except that once. While we stood in the hut, he stood before the fire looking

thoughtfully at it, or putting up his feet by turns upon the hob, and looking thoughtfully at them as if he pitied

them for their recent adventures. Suddenly, he turned to the sergeant, and remarked:

"I wish to say something respecting this escape. It may prevent some persons laying under suspicion alonger

"You can say what you like," returned the sergeant, standing coolly looking at him with his arms folded, "but

you have no call to say it here. You'll have opportunity enough to say about it, and hear about it, before it's

"I know, but this is another pint, a separate matter. A man can't starve; at least I can't. I took some wittles, up

"It was some broken wittles that's what it was and a dram of liquor, and a pie."

"Have you happened to miss such an article as a pie, blacksmith?" asked the sergeant, confidentially.

"So," said my convict, turning his eyes on Joe in a moody manner, and without the least glance at me; "so

"God knows you're welcome to it so far as it was ever mine," returned Joe, with a saving remembrance of

Mrs. Joe. "We don't know what you have done, but we wouldn't have you starved to death for it, poor

The something that I had noticed before, clicked in the man's throat again, and he turned his back. The boat

had returned, and his guard were ready, so we followed him to the landingplace made of rough stakes and

stones, and saw him put into the boat, which was rowed by a crew of convicts like himself. No one seemed

surprised to see him, or interested in seeing him, or glad to see him, or sorry to see him, or spoke a word,

except that somebody in the boat growled as if to dogs, "Give way, you!" which was the signal for the dip of

the oars. By the light of the torches, we saw the black Hulk lying out a little way from the mud of the shore,

like a wicked Noah's ark. Cribbed and barred and moored by massive rusty chains, the prisonship seemed in

my young eyes to be ironed like the prisoners. We saw the boat go alongside, and we saw him taken up the

side and disappear. Then, the ends of the torches were flung hissing into the water, and went out, as if it were

My state of mind regarding the pilfering from which I had been so unexpectedly exonerated, did not impel

me to frank disclosure; but I hope it had some dregs of good at the bottom of it.

I do not recall that I felt any tenderness of conscience in reference to Mrs. Joe, when the fear of being found

out was lifted off me. But I loved Joe perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear

fellow let me love him and, as to him, my inner self was not so easily composed. It was much upon my

mind (particularly when I first saw him looking about for his file) that I ought to tell Joe the whole truth. Yet

I did not, and for the reason that I mistrusted that if I did, he would think me worse than I was. The fear of

losing Joe's confidence, and of thenceforth sitting in the chimneycorner at night staring drearily at my for

ever lost companion and friend, tied up my tongue. I morbidly represented to myself that if Joe knew it, I

never afterwards could see him at the fireside feeling his fair whisker, without thinking that he was

meditating on it. That, if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him glance, however casually, at

yesterday's meat or pudding when it came on today's table, without thinking that he was debating whether I

had been in the pantry. That, if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic life remarked

that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected Tar in it, would bring a rush of blood to my

face. In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing

what I knew to be wrong. I had had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I imitated none of its many

inhabitants who act in this manner. Quite an untaught genius, I made the discovery of the line of action for

As I was sleepy before we were far away from the prisonship, Joe took me on his back again and carried me

home. He must have had a tiresome journey of it, for Mr. Wopsle, being knocked up, was in such a very bad

temper that if the Church had been thrown open, he would probably have excommunicated the whole

expedition, beginning with Joe and myself. In his lay capacity, he persisted in sitting down in the damp to

such an insane extent, that when his coat was taken off to be dried at the kitchen fire, the circumstantial

evidence on his trousers would have hanged him if it had been a capital offence.

By that time, I was staggering on the kitchen floor like a little drunkard, through having been newly set upon

my feet, and through having been fast asleep, and through waking in the heat and lights and noise of tongues.

As I came to myself (with the aid of a heavy thump between the shoulders, and the restorative exclamation

"Yah! Was there ever such a boy as this!" from my sister), I found Joe telling them about the convict's

confession, and all the visitors suggesting different ways by which he had got into the pantry. Mr.

Pumblechook made out, after carefully surveying the premises, that he had first got upon the roof of the

forge, and had then got upon the roof of the house, and had then let himself down the kitchen chimney by a

rope made of his bedding cut into strips; and as Mr. Pumblechook was very positive and drove his own

chaisecart over everybody it was agreed that it must be so. Mr. Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out "No!"

with the feeble malice of a tired man; but, as he had no theory, and no coat on, he was unanimously set at

nought not to mention his smoking hard behind, as he stood with his back to the kitchen fire to draw the

This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as a slumberous offence to the company's

eyesight, and assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I seemed to have fifty boots on, and to be

dangling them all against the edges of the stairs. My state of mind, as I have described it, began before I was

up in the morning, and lasted long after the subject had died out, and had ceased to be mentioned saving on

At the time when I stood in the churchyard, reading the family tombstones, I had just enough learning to be

able to spell them out. My construction even of their simple meaning was not very correct, for I read "wife of

the Above" as a complimentary reference to my father's exaltation to a better world; and if any one of my

deceased relations had been referred to as "Below," I have no doubt I should have formed the worst opinions

of that member of the family. Neither, were my notions of the theological positions to which my Catechism

bound me, at all accurate; for, I have a lively remembrance that I supposed my declaration that I was to "walk

in the same all the days of my life," laid me under an obligation always to go through the village from our

house in one particular direction, and never to vary it by turning down by the wheelwright's or up by the mill.

When I was old enough, I was to be apprenticed to Joe, and until I could assume that dignity I was not to be

what Mrs. Joe called "Pompeyed," or (as I render it) pampered. Therefore, I was not only oddboy about the

forge, but if any neighbour happened to want an extra boy to frighten birds, or pick up stones, or do any such

job, I was favoured with the employment. In order, however, that our superior position might not be

compromised thereby, a moneybox was kept on the kitchen mantelshelf, in to which it was publicly made

known that all my earnings were dropped. I have an impression that they were to be contributed eventually

towards the liquidation of the National Debt, but I know I had no hope of any personal participation in the

Mr. Wopsle's greataunt kept an evening school in the village; that is to say, she was a ridiculous old woman

of limited means and unlimited infirmity, who used to go to sleep from six to seven every evening, in the

society of youth who paid twopence per week each, for the improving opportunity of seeing her do it. She

rented a small cottage, and Mr. Wopsle had the room upstairs, where we students used to overhear him

reading aloud in a most dignified and terrific manner, and occasionally bumping on the ceiling. There was a

fiction that Mr. Wopsle "examined" the scholars, once a quarter. What he did on those occasions was to turn

up his cuffs, stick up his hair, and give us Mark Antony's oration over the body of Caesar. This was always

followed by Collins's Ode on the Passions, wherein I particularly venerated Mr. Wopsle as Revenge,

throwing his bloodstained sword in thunder down, and taking the Wardenouncing trumpet with a withering

look. It was not with me then, as it was in later life, when I fell into the society of the Passions, and compared

Mr. Wopsle's greataunt, besides keeping this Educational Institution, kept in the same room a little

general shop. She had no idea what stock she had, or what the price of anything in it was; but there was a

little greasy memorandumbook kept in a drawer, which served as a Catalogue of Prices, and by this oracle

Biddy arranged all the shop transaction. Biddy was Mr. Wopsle's greataunt's granddaughter; I confess

myself quiet unequal to the working out of the problem, what relation she was to Mr. Wopsle. She was an

orphan like myself; like me, too, had been brought up by hand. She was most noticeable, I thought, in respect

of her extremities; for, her hair always wanted brushing, her hands always wanted washing, and her shoes

always wanted mending and pulling up at heel. This description must be received with a weekday

Much of my unassisted self, and more by the help of Biddy than of Mr. Wopsle's greataunt, I struggled

through the alphabet as if it had been a bramblebush; getting considerably worried and scratched by every

letter. After that, I fell among those thieves, the nine figures, who seemed every evening to do something new

to disguise themselves and baffle recognition. But, at last I began, in a purblind groping way, to read, write,

One night, I was sitting in the chimneycorner with my slate, expending great efforts on the production of a

letter to Joe. I think it must have been a fully year after our hunt upon the marshes, for it was a long time

after, and it was winter and a hard frost. With an alphabet on the hearth at my feet for reference, I contrived in

"MI DEER JO i OPE U R KR WITE WELL i OPE i SHAL SON B HABELL 4 2 TEEDGE U JO AN THEN

There was no indispensable necessity for my communicating with Joe by letter, inasmuch as he sat beside me

and we were alone. But, I delivered this written communication (slate and all) with my own hand, and Joe

"I say, Pip, old chap!" cried Joe, opening his blue eyes wide, "what a scholar you are! An't you?"

"I should like to be," said I, glancing at the slate as he held it: with a misgiving that the writing was rather

"Why, here's a J," said Joe, "and a O equal to anythink! Here's a J and a O, Pip, and a JO, Joe."

I had never heard Joe read aloud to any greater extent than this monosyllable, and I had observed at church

last Sunday when I accidentally held our PrayerBook upside down, that it seemed to suit his convenience

quite as well as if it had been all right. Wishing to embrace the present occasion of finding out whether in

teaching Joe, I should have to begin quite at the beginning, I said, "Ah! But read the rest, Jo."

"The rest, eh, Pip?" said Joe, looking at it with a slowly searching eye, "One, two, three. Why, here's three Js,

I leaned over Joe, and, with the aid of my forefinger, read him the whole letter.

"Oncommon. Give me," said Joe, "a good book, or a good newspaper, and sit me down afore a good fire,

and I ask no better. Lord!" he continued, after rubbing his knees a little, "when you do come to a J and a O,

I derived from this last, that Joe's education, like Steam, was yet in its infancy, Pursuing the subject, I

"Well, Pip," said Joe, taking up the poker, and settling himself to his usual occupation when he was

thoughtful, of slowly raking the fire between the lower bars: "I'll tell you. My father, Pip, he were given to

drink, and when he were overtook with drink, he hammered away at my mother, most onmerciful. It were

a'most the only hammering he did, indeed, 'xcepting at myself. And he hammered at me with a wigour only to

be equalled by the wigour with which he didn't hammer at his anwil. You're alistening and understanding,

"'Consequence, my mother and me we ran away from my father, several times; and then my mother she'd go

out to work, and she'd say, "Joe," she'd say, "now, please God, you shall have some schooling, child," and

she'd put me to school. But my father were that good in his hart that he couldn't abear to be without us. So,

he'd come with a most tremenjous crowd and make such a row at the doors of the houses where we was, that

they used to be obligated to have no more to do with us and to give us up to him. And then he took us home

and hammered us. Which, you see, Pip," said Joe, pausing in his meditative raking of the fire, and looking at

"Though mind you, Pip," said Joe, with a judicial touch or two of the poker on the top bar, "rendering unto all

their doo, and maintaining equal justice betwixt man and man, my father were that good in his hart, don't you

"Well!" Joe pursued, "somebody must keep the pot a biling, Pip, or the pot won't bile, don't you know?"

"'Consequence, my father didn't make objections to my going to work; so I went to work to work at my

present calling, which were his too, if he would have followed it, and I worked tolerable hard, I assure you,

Pip. In time I were able to keep him, and I kept him till he went off in a purple leptic fit. And it were my

intentions to have had put upon his tombstone that Whatsume'er the failings on his part, Remember reader he

Joe recited this couplet with such manifest pride and careful perspicuity, that I asked him if he had made it

"I made it," said Joe, "my own self. I made it in a moment. It was like striking out a horseshoe complete, in a

single blow. I never was so much surprised in all my life couldn't credit my own ed to tell you the truth,

hardly believed it were my own ed. As I was saying, Pip, it were my intentions to have had it cut over him;

but poetry costs money, cut it how you will, small or large, and it were not done. Not to mention bearers, all

the money that could be spared were wanted for my mother. She were in poor elth, and quite broke. She

weren't long of following, poor soul, and her share of peace come round at last."

Joe's blue eyes turned a little watery; he rubbed, first one of them, and then the other, in a most uncongenial

"It were but lonesome then," said Joe, "living here alone, and I got acquainted with your sister. Now, Pip;"

Joe looked firmly at me, as if he knew I was not going to agree with him; "your sister is a fine figure of a

"Whatever family opinions, or whatever the world's opinions, on that subject may be, Pip, your sister is," Joe

tapped the top bar with the poker after every word following, "a fine figure of a woman!"

"So am I," returned Joe, catching me up. "I am glad I think so, Pip. A little redness or a little matter of Bone,

"Certainly!" assented Joe. "That's it. You're right, old chap! When I got acquainted with your sister, it were

the talk how she was bringing you up by hand. Very kind of her too, all the folks said, and I said, along with

all the folks. As to you," Joe pursued with a countenance expressive of seeing something very nasty indeed:

"if you could have been aware how small and flabby and mean you was, dear me, you'd have formed the

"But I did mind you, Pip," he returned with tender simplicity. "When I offered to your sister to keep

company, and to be asked in church at such times as she was willing and ready to come to the forge, I said to

her, 'And bring the poor little child. God bless the poor little child,' I said to your sister, 'there's room for him

I broke out crying and begging pardon, and hugged Joe round the neck: who dropped the poker to hug me,

"Well, you see, Pip, and here we are! That's about where it lights; here we are! Now, when you take me in

hand in my learning, Pip (and I tell you beforehand I am awful dull, most awful dull), Mrs. Joe mustn't see

too much of what we're up to. It must be done, as I may say, on the sly. And why on the sly? I'll tell you why,

He had taken up the poker again; without which, I doubt if he could have proceeded in his demonstration.

"Given to government, Joe?" I was startled, for I had some shadowy idea (and I am afraid I must add, hope)

that Joe had divorced her in a favour of the Lords of the Admiralty, or Treasury.

"Given to government," said Joe. "Which I meantersay the government of you and myself."

"And she an't over partial to having scholars on the premises," Joe continued, "and in partickler would not be

over partial to my being a scholar, for fear as I might rise. Like a sort or rebel, don't you see?"

I was going to retort with an inquiry, and had got as far as "Why" when Joe stopped me.

"Stay a bit. I know what you're agoing to say, Pip; stay a bit! I don't deny that your sister comes the Mogul

over us, now and again. I don't deny that she do throw us backfalls, and that she do drop down upon us

heavy. At such times as when your sister is on the Rampage, Pip," Joe sank his voice to a whisper and

"Well," said Joe, passing the poker into his left hand, that he might feel his whisker; and I had no hope of him

whenever he took to that placid occupation; "your sister's a mastermind. A mastermind."

"What's that?" I asked, in some hope of bringing him to a stand. But, Joe was readier with his definition than

I had expected, and completely stopped me by arguing circularly, and answering with a fixed look, "Her."

"And I an't a mastermind," Joe resumed, when he had unfixed his look, and got back to his whisker. "And

last of all, Pip and this I want to say very serious to you, old chap I see so much in my poor mother, of a

woman drudging and slaving and breaking her honest hart and never getting no peace in her mortal days, that

I'm dead afeerd of going wrong in the way of not doing what's right by a woman, and I'd fur rather of the two

go wrong the t'other way, and be a little illconwenienced myself. I wish it was only me that got put out, Pip;

I wish there warn't no Tickler for you, old chap; I wish I could take it all on myself; but this is the

Young as I was, I believe that I dated a new admiration of Joe from that night. We were equals afterwards, as

we had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times when I sat looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a

"However," said Joe, rising to replenish the fire; "here's the Dutchclock a working himself up to being equal

to strike Eight of 'em, and she's not come home yet! I hope Uncle Pumblechook's mare mayn't have set a

Mrs. Joe made occasional trips with Uncle Pumblechook on marketdays, to assist him in buying such

household stuffs and goods as required a woman's judgment; Uncle Pumblechook being a bachelor and

reposing no confidences in his domestic servant. This was marketday, and Mrs. Joe was out on one of these

Joe made the fire and swept the hearth, and then we went to the door to listen for the chaisecart. It was a dry

cold night, and the wind blew keenly, and the frost was white and hard. A man would die tonight of lying

out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful if would be for a man

to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.

The sound of her iron shoes upon the hard road was quite musical, as she came along at a much brisker trot

than usual. We got a chair out, ready for Mrs. Joe's alighting, and stirred up the fire that they might see a

bright window, and took a final survey of the kitchen that nothing might be out of its place. When we had

completed these preparations, they drove up, wrapped to the eyes. Mrs. Joe was soon landed, and Uncle

Pumblechook was soon down too, covering the mare with a cloth, and we were soon all in the kitchen,

carrying so much cold air in with us that it seemed to drive all the heat out of the fire.

"Now," said Mrs. Joe, unwrapping herself with haste and excitement, and throwing her bonnet back on her

shoulders where it hung by the strings: "if this boy an't grateful this night, he never will be!"

I looked as grateful as any boy possibly could, who was wholly uninformed why he ought to assume that

"It's only to be hoped," said my sister, "that he won't be Pompeyed. But I have my fears."

She? I looked at Joe, making the motion with my lips and eyebrows, "She?" Joe looked at me, making the

motion with his lips and eyebrows, "She?" My sister catching him in the act, he drew the back of his hand

across his nose with his usual conciliatory air on such occasions, and looked at her.

"Well?" said my sister, in her snappish way. "What are you staring at? Is the house afire?"

"And she is a she, I suppose?" said my sister. "Unless you call Miss Havisham a he. And I doubt if even

"She wants this boy to go and play there. And of course he's going. And he had better play there," said my

sister, shaking her head at me as an encouragement to be extremely light and sportive, "or I'll work him."

I had heard of Miss Havisham up town everybody for miles round, had heard of Miss Havisham up town

as an immensely rich and grim lady who lived in a large and dismal house barricaded against robbers, and

" Which some individual," Joe again politely hinted, "mentioned that she wanted him to go and play there."

"And couldn't she ask Uncle Pumblechook if he knew of a boy to go and play there? Isn't it just barely

possible that Uncle Pumblechook may be a tenant of hers, and that he may sometimes we won't say

quarterly or halfyearly, for that would be requiring too much of you but sometimes go there to pay his

rent? And couldn't she then ask Uncle Pumblechook if he knew of a boy to go and play there? And couldn't

Uncle Pumblechook, being always considerate and thoughtful for us though you may not think it, Joseph,"

in a tone of the deepest reproach, as if he were the most callous of nephews, "then mention this boy, standing

Prancing here" which I solemnly declare I was not doing "that I have for ever been a willing slave to?"

"Good again!" cried Uncle Pumblechook. "Well put! Prettily pointed! Good indeed! Now Joseph, you know

"No, Joseph," said my sister, still in a reproachful manner, while Joe apologetically drew the back of his hand

across and across his nose, "you do not yet though you may not think it know the case. You may consider

that you do, but you do not, Joseph. For you do not know that Uncle Pumblechook, being sensible that for

anything we can tell, this boy's fortune may be made by his going to Miss Havisham's, has offered to take

him into town tonight in his own chaisecart, and to keep him tonight, and to take him with his own hands

to Miss Havisham's tomorrow morning. And Loramussy me!" cried my sister, casting off her bonnet in

sudden desperation, "here I stand talking to mere Mooncalfs, with Uncle Pumblechook waiting, and the mare

catching cold at the door, and the boy grimed with crock and dirt from the hair of his head to the sole of his

With that, she pounced upon me, like an eagle on a lamb, and my face was squeezed into wooden bowls in

sinks, and my head was put under taps of waterbutts, and I was soaped, and kneaded, and towelled, and

thumped, and harrowed, and rasped, until I really was quite beside myself. (I may here remark that I suppose

myself to be better acquainted than any living authority, with the ridgy effect of a weddingring, passing

When my ablutions were completed, I was put into clean linen of the stiffest character, like a young penitent

into sackcloth, and was trussed up in my tightest and fearfullest suit. I was then delivered over to Mr.

Pumblechook, who formally received me as if he were the Sheriff, and who let off upon me the speech that I

knew he had been dying to make all along: "Boy, be for ever grateful to all friends, but especially unto them

I had never parted from him before, and what with my feelings and what with soapsuds, I could at first see

no stars from the chaisecart. But they twinkled out one by one, without throwing any light on the questions

why on earth I was going to play at Miss Havisham's, and what on earth I was expected to play at.

Mr. Pumblechook's premises in the Highstreet of the market town, were of a peppercorny and farinaceous

character, as the premises of a cornchandler and seedsman should be. It appeared to me that he must be a

very happy man indeed, to have so many little drawers in his shop; and I wondered when I peeped into one or

two on the lower tiers, and saw the tiedup brown paper packets inside, whether the flowerseeds and bulbs

It was in the early morning after my arrival that I entertained this speculation. On the previous night, I had

been sent straight to bed in an attic with a sloping roof, which was so low in the corner where the bedstead

was, that I calculated the tiles as being within a foot of my eyebrows. In the same early morning, I discovered

a singular affinity between seeds and corduroys. Mr. Pumblechook wore corduroys, and so did his shopman;

and somehow, there was a general air and flavour about the corduroys, so much in the nature of seeds, and a

general air and flavour about the seeds, so much in the nature of corduroys, that I hardly knew which was

which. The same opportunity served me for noticing that Mr. Pumblechook appeared to conduct his business

by looking across the street at the saddler, who appeared to transact his business by keeping his eye on the

coachmaker, who appeared to get on in life by putting his hands in his pockets and contemplating the baker,

who in his turn folded his arms and stared at the grocer, who stood at his door and yawned at the chemist.

The watchmaker, always poring over a little desk with a magnifying glass at his eye, and always inspected

by a group of smockfrocks poring over him through the glass of his shopwindow, seemed to be about the

Mr. Pumblechook and I breakfasted at eight o'clock in the parlour behind the shop, while the shopman took

his mug of tea and hunch of breadandbutter on a sack of peas in the front premises. I considered Mr.

Pumblechook wretched company. Besides being possessed by my sister's idea that a mortifying and

penitential character ought to be imparted to my diet besides giving me as much crumb as possible in

combination with as little butter, and putting such a quantity of warm water into my milk that it would have

been more candid to have left the milk out altogether his conversation consisted of nothing but arithmetic.

On my politely bidding him Good morning, he said, pompously, "Seven times nine, boy?" And how should I

be able to answer, dodged in that way, in a strange place, on an empty stomach! I was hungry, but before I

had swallowed a morsel, he began a running sum that lasted all through the breakfast. "Seven?" "And four?"

"And eight?" "And six?" "And two?" "And ten?" And so on. And after each figure was disposed of, it was as

much as I could do to get a bite or a sup, before the next came; while he sat at his ease guessing nothing, and

eating bacon and hot roll, in (if I may be allowed the expression) a gorging and gormandising manner.

For such reasons I was very glad when ten o'clock came and we started for Miss Havisham's; though I was

not at all at my ease regarding the manner in which I should acquit myself under that lady's roof. Within a

quarter of an hour we came to Miss Havisham's house, which was of old brick, and dismal, and had a great

many iron bars to it. Some of the windows had been walled up; of those that remained, all the lower were

rustily barred. There was a courtyard in front, and that was barred; so, we had to wait, after ringing the bell,

until some one should come to open it. While we waited at the gate, I peeped in (even then Mr. Pumblechook

said, "And fourteen?" but I pretended not to hear him), and saw that at the side of the house there was a large

brewery. No brewing was going on in it, and none seemed to have gone on for a long long time.

A window was raised, and a clear voice demanded "What name?" To which my conductor replied,

"Pumblechook." The voice returned, "Quite right," and the window was shut again, and a young lady came

"This is Pip, is it?" returned the young lady, who was very pretty and seemed very proud; "come in, Pip."

She said it so finally, and in such an undiscussible way, that Mr. Pumblechook, though in a condition of

ruffled dignity, could not protest. But he eyed me severely as if I had done anything to him! and departed

with the words reproachfully delivered: "Boy! Let your behaviour here be a credit unto them which brought

you up by hand!" I was not free from apprehension that he would come back to propound through the gate,

My young conductress locked the gate, and we went across the courtyard. It was paved and clean, but grass

was growing in every crevice. The brewery buildings had a little lane of communication with it, and the

wooden gates of that lane stood open, and all the brewery beyond, stood open, away to the high enclosing

wall; and all was empty and disused. The cold wind seemed to blow colder there, than outside the gate; and it

made a shrill noise in howling in and out at the open sides of the brewery, like the noise of wind in the

She saw me looking at it, and she said, "You could drink without hurt all the strong beer that's brewed there

"Better not try to brew beer there now, or it would turn out sour, boy; don't you think so?"

"Not that anybody means to try," she added, "for that's all done with, and the place will stand as idle as it is,

till it falls. As to strong beer, there's enough of it in the cellars already, to drown the Manor House."

"One more. Its other name was Satis; which is Greek, or Latin, or Hebrew, or all three or all one to me

"Yes," she replied; "but it meant more than it said. It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house,

could want nothing else. They must have been easily satisfied in those days, I should think. But don't loiter,

Though she called me "boy" so often, and with a carelessness that was far from complimentary, she was of

about my own age. She seemed much older than I, of course, being a girl, and beautiful and selfpossessed;

We went into the house by a side door the great front entrance had two chains across it outside and the

first thing I noticed was, that the passages were all dark, and that she had left a candle burning there. She took

it up, and we went through more passages and up a staircase, and still it was all dark, and only the candle

To this, she returned: "Don't be ridiculous, boy; I am not going in." And scornfully walked away, and what

This was very uncomfortable, and I was half afraid. However, the only thing to be done being to knock at the

door, I knocked, and was told from within to enter. I entered, therefore, and found myself in a pretty large

room, well lighted with wax candles. No glimpse of daylight was to be seen in it. It was a dressingroom, as I

supposed from the furniture, though much of it was of forms and uses then quite unknown to me. But

prominent in it was a draped table with a gilded lookingglass, and that I made out at first sight to be a fine

Whether I should have made out this object so soon, if there had been no fine lady sitting at it, I cannot say.

In an armchair, with an elbow resting on the table and her head leaning on that hand, sat the strangest lady I

She was dressed in rich materials satins, and lace, and silks all of white. Her shoes were white. And she

had a long white veil dependent from her hair, and she had bridal flowers in her hair, but her hair was white.

Some bright jewels sparkled on her neck and on her hands, and some other jewels lay sparkling on the table.

Dresses, less splendid than the dress she wore, and halfpacked trunks, were scattered about. She had not

quite finished dressing, for she had but one shoe on the other was on the table near her hand her veil was

but half arranged, her watch and chain were not put on, and some lace for her bosom lay with those trinkets,

and with her handkerchief, and gloves, and some flowers, and a prayerbook, all confusedly heaped about the

It was not in the first few moments that I saw all these things, though I saw more of them in the first moments

than might be supposed. But, I saw that everything within my view which ought to be white, had been white

long ago, and had lost its lustre, and was faded and yellow. I saw that the bride within the bridal dress had

withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes.

I saw that the dress had been put upon the rounded figure of a young woman, and that the figure upon which

it now hung loose, had shrunk to skin and bone. Once, I had been taken to see some ghastly waxwork at the

Fair, representing I know not what impossible personage lying in state. Once, I had been taken to one of our

old marsh churches to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress, that had been dug out of a vault under the

church pavement. Now, waxwork and skeleton seemed to have dark eyes that moved and looked at me. I

It was when I stood before her, avoiding her eyes, that I took note of the surrounding objects in detail, and

saw that her watch had stopped at twenty minutes to nine, and that a clock in the room had stopped at twenty

"Look at me," said Miss Havisham. "You are not afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since you

I regret to state that I was not afraid of telling the enormous lie comprehended in the answer "No."

"Do you know what I touch here?" she said, laying her hands, one upon the other, on her left side.

She uttered the word with an eager look, and with strong emphasis, and with a weird smile that had a kind of

boast in it. Afterwards, she kept her hands there for a little while, and slowly took them away as if they were

"I am tired," said Miss Havisham. "I want diversion, and I have done with men and women. Play."

I think it will be conceded by my most disputatious reader, that she could hardly have directed an unfortunate

boy to do anything in the wide world more difficult to be done under the circumstances.

"I sometimes have sick fancies," she went on, "and I have a sick fancy that I want to see some play. There

there!" with an impatient movement of the fingers of her right hand; "play, play, play!"

For a moment, with the fear of my sister's working me before my eyes, I had a desperate idea of starting

round the room in the assumed character of Mr. Pumblechook's chaisecart. But, I felt myself so unequal to

the performance that I gave it up, and stood looking at Miss Havisham in what I suppose she took for a

dogged manner, inasmuch as she said, when we had taken a good look at each other:

"No, ma'am, I am very sorry for you, and very sorry I can't play just now. If you complain of me I shall get

into trouble with my sister, so I would do it if I could; but it's so new here, and so strange, and so fine and

melancholy." I stopped, fearing I might say too much, or had already said it, and we took another look at

Before she spoke again, she turned her eyes from me, and looked at the dress she wore, and at the

"So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of

As she was still looking at the reflection of herself, I thought she was still talking to herself, and kept quiet.

"Call Estella," she repeated, flashing a look at me. "You can do that. Call Estella. At the door."

To stand in the dark in a mysterious passage of an unknown house, bawling Estella to a scornful young lady

neither visible nor responsive, and feeling it a dreadful liberty so to roar out her name, was almost as bad as

playing to order. But, she answered at last, and her light came along the dark passage like a star.

Miss Havisham beckoned her to come close, and took up a jewel from the table, and tried its effect upon her

fair young bosom and against her pretty brown hair. "Your own, one day, my dear, and you will use it well.

I thought I overheard Miss Havisham answer only it seemed so unlikely "Well? You can break his heart."

It was then I began to understand that everything in the room had stopped, like the watch and the clock, a

long time ago. I noticed that Miss Havisham put down the jewel exactly on the spot from which she had

taken it up. As Estella dealt the cards, I glanced at the dressingtable again, and saw that the shoe upon it,

once white, now yellow, had never been worn. I glanced down at the foot from which the shoe was absent,

and saw that the silk stocking on it, once white, now yellow, had been trodden ragged. Without this arrest of

everything, this standing still of all the pale decayed objects, not even the withered bridal dress on the

collapsed from could have looked so like graveclothes, or the long veil so like a shroud.

So she sat, corpselike, as we played at cards; the frillings and trimmings on her bridal dress, looking like

earthy paper. I knew nothing then, of the discoveries that are occasionally made of bodies buried in ancient

times, which fall to powder in the moment of being distinctly seen; but, I have often thought since, that she

must have looked as if the admission of the natural light of day would have struck her to dust.

"He calls the knaves, Jacks, this boy!" said Estella with disdain, before our first game was out. "And what

I had never thought of being ashamed of my hands before; but I began to consider them a very indifferent

pair. Her contempt for me was so strong, that it became infectious, and I caught it.

She won the game, and I dealt. I misdealt, as was only natural, when I knew she was lying in wait for me to

"You say nothing of her," remarked Miss Havisham to me, as she looked on. "She says many hard things of

"I think she is very insulting." (She was looking at me then with a look of supreme aversion.)

"I am not sure that I shouldn't like to see her again, but I should like to go home now."

Saving for the one weird smile at first, I should have felt almost sure that Miss Havisham's face could not

smile. It had dropped into a watchful and brooding expression most likely when all the things about her had

become transfixed and it looked as if nothing could ever lift it up again. Her chest had dropped, so that she

stooped; and her voice had dropped, so that she spoke low, and with a dead lull upon her; altogether, she had

the appearance of having dropped, body and soul, within and without, under the weight of a crushing blow.

I played the game to an end with Estella, and she beggared me. She threw the cards down on the table when

I was beginning to remind her that today was Wednesday, when she checked me with her former impatient

"There, there! I know nothing of days of the week; I know nothing of weeks of the year. Come again after six

"Estella, take him down. Let him have something to eat, and let him roam and look about him while he eats.

I followed the candle down, as I had followed the candle up, and she stood it in the place where we had found

it. Until she opened the side entrance, I had fancied, without thinking about it, that it must necessarily be

nighttime. The rush of the daylight quite confounded me, and made me feel as if I had been in the

"You are to wait here, you boy," said Estella; and disappeared and closed the door.

I took the opportunity of being alone in the courtyard, to look at my coarse hands and my common boots.

My opinion of those accessories was not favourable. They had never troubled me before, but they troubled

me now, as vulgar appendages. I determined to ask Joe why he had ever taught me to call those

picturecards, Jacks, which ought to be called knaves. I wished Joe had been rather more genteelly brought

She came back, with some bread and meat and a little mug of beer. She put the mug down on the stones of

the yard, and gave me the bread and meat without looking at me, as insolently as if I were a dog in disgrace. I

was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart

God knows what its name was that tears started to my eyes. The moment they sprang there, the girl looked

at me with a quick delight in having been the cause of them. This gave me power to keep them back and to

look at her: so, she gave a contemptuous toss but with a sense, I thought, of having made too sure that I was

But, when she was gone, I looked about me for a place to hide my face in, and got behind one of the gates in

the brewerylane, and leaned my sleeve against the wall there, and leaned my forehead on it and cried. As I

cried, I kicked the wall, and took a hard twist at my hair; so bitter were my feelings, and so sharp was the

My sister's bringing up had made me sensitive. In the little world in which children have their existence

whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice. It may be only

small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its

rockinghorse stands as many hands high, according to scale, as a bigboned Irish hunter. Within myself, I

had sustained, from my babyhood, a perpetual conflict with injustice. I had known, from the time when I

could speak, that my sister, in her capricious and violent coercion, was unjust to me. I had cherished a

profound conviction that her bringing me up by hand, gave her no right to bring me up by jerks. Through all

my punishments, disgraces, fasts and vigils, and other penitential performances, I had nursed this assurance;

and to my communing so much with it, in a solitary and unprotected way, I in great part refer the fact that I

I got rid of my injured feelings for the time, by kicking them into the brewery wall, and twisting them out of

my hair, and then I smoothed my face with my sleeve, and came from behind the gate. The bread and meat

were acceptable, and the beer was warming and tingling, and I was soon in spirits to look about me.

To be sure, it was a deserted place, down to the pigeonhouse in the breweryyard, which had been blown

crooked on its pole by some high wind, and would have made the pigeons think themselves at sea, if there

had been any pigeons there to be rocked by it. But, there were no pigeons in the dovecot, no horses in the

stable, no pigs in the sty, no malt in the storehouse, no smells of grains and beer in the copper or the vat. All

the uses and scents of the brewery might have evaporated with its last reek of smoke. In a byyard, there was

a wilderness of empty casks, which had a certain sour remembrance of better days lingering about them; but

it was too sour to be accepted as a sample of the beer that was gone and in this respect I remember those

Behind the furthest end of the brewery, was a rank garden with an old wall: not so high but that I could

struggle up and hold on long enough to look over it, and see that the rank garden was the garden of the house,

and that it was overgrown with tangled weeds, but that there was a track upon the green and yellow paths, as

if some one sometimes walked there, and that Estella was walking away from me even then. But she seemed

to be everywhere. For, when I yielded to the temptation presented by the casks, and began to walk on them. I

saw her walking on them at the end of the yard of casks. She had her back towards me, and held her pretty

brown hair spread out in her two hands, and never looked round, and passed out of my view directly. So, in

the brewery itself by which I mean the large paved lofty place in which they used to make the beer, and

where the brewing utensils still were. When I first went into it, and, rather oppressed by its gloom, stood near

the door looking about me, I saw her pass among the extinguished fires, and ascend some light iron stairs,

It was in this place, and at this moment, that a strange thing happened to my fancy. I thought it a strange thing

then, and I thought it a stranger thing long afterwards. I turned my eyes a little dimmed by looking up at the

frosty light towards a great wooden beam in a low nook of the building near me on my right hand, and I

saw a figure hanging there by the neck. A figure all in yellow white, with but one shoe to the feet; and it hung

so, that I could see that the faded trimmings of the dress were like earthy paper, and that the face was Miss

Havisham's, with a movement going over the whole countenance as if she were trying to call to me. In the

terror of seeing the figure, and in the terror of being certain that it had not been there a moment before, I at

first ran from it, and then ran towards it. And my terror was greatest of all, when I found no figure there.

Nothing less than the frosty light of the cheerful sky, the sight of people passing beyond the bars of the

courtyard gate, and the reviving influence of the rest of the bread and meat and beer, would have brought

me round. Even with those aids, I might not have come to myself as soon as I did, but that I saw Estella

approaching with the keys, to let me out. She would have some fair reason for looking down upon me, I

She gave me a triumphant glance in passing me, as if she rejoiced that my hands were so coarse and my boots

were so thick, and she opened the gate, and stood holding it. I was passing out without looking at her, when

"You do," said she. "You have been crying till you are half blind, and you are near crying again now."

She laughed contemptuously, pushed me out, and locked the gate upon me. I went straight to Mr.

Pumblechook's, and was immensely relieved to find him not at home. So, leaving word with the shopman on

what day I was wanted at Miss Havisham's again, I set off on the fourmile walk to our forge; pondering, as I

went along, on all I had seen, and deeply revolving that I was a common labouringboy; that my hands were

coarse; that my boots were thick; that I had fallen into a despicable habit of calling knaves Jacks; that I was

much more ignorant than I had considered myself last night, and generally that I was in a lowlived bad way.

When I reached home, my sister was very curious to know all about Miss Havisham's, and asked a number of

questions. And I soon found myself getting heavily bumped from behind in the nape of the neck and the

small of the back, and having my face ignominiously shoved against the kitchen wall, because I did not

If a dread of not being understood be hidden in the breasts of other young people to anything like the extent

to which it used to be hidden in mine which I consider probable, as I have no particular reason to suspect

myself of having been a monstrosity it is the key to many reservations. I felt convinced that if I described

Miss Havisham's as my eyes had seen it, I should not be understood. Not only that, but I felt convinced that

Miss Havisham too would not be understood; and although she was perfectly incomprehensible to me, I

entertained an impression that there would be something coarse and treacherous in my dragging her as she

really was (to say nothing of Miss Estella) before the contemplation of Mrs. Joe. Consequently, I said as little

The worst of it was that that bullying old Pumblechook, preyed upon by a devouring curiosity to be informed

of all I had seen and heard, came gaping over in his chaisecart at teatime, to have the details divulged to

him. And the mere sight of the torment, with his fishy eyes and mouth open, his sandy hair inquisitively on

end, and his waistcoat heaving with windy arithmetic, made me vicious in my reticence.

"Well, boy," Uncle Pumblechook began, as soon as he was seated in the chair of honour by the fire. "How did

"Pretty well?" Mr. Pumblechook repeated. "Pretty well is no answer. Tell us what you mean by pretty well,

Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a state of obstinacy perhaps. Anyhow, with whitewash

from the wall on my forehead, my obstinacy was adamantine. I reflected for some time, and then answered as

My sister with an exclamation of impatience was going to fly at me I had no shadow of defence, for Joe

was busy in the forge when Mr. Pumblechook interposed with "No! Don't lose your temper. Leave this lad to

me, ma'am; leave this lad to me." Mr. Pumblechook then turned me towards him, as if he were going to cut

I calculated the consequences of replying "Four Hundred Pound," and finding them against me, went as near

the answer as I could which was somewhere about eightpence off. Mr. Pumblechook then put me through

my pencetable from "twelve pence make one shilling," up to "forty pence make three and fourpence," and

then triumphantly demanded, as if he had done for me, "Now! How much is fortythree pence?" To which I

replied, after a long interval of reflection, "I don't know." And I was so aggravated that I almost doubt if I did

Mr. Pumblechook worked his head like a screw to screw it out of me, and said, "Is fortythree pence seven

"Yes!" said I. And although my sister instantly boxed my ears, it was highly gratifying to me to see that the

"Boy! What like is Miss Havisham?" Mr. Pumblechook began again when he had recovered; folding his arms

Mr. Pumblechook winked assent; from which I at once inferred that he had never seen Miss Havisham, for

"Good!" said Mr. Pumblechook conceitedly. ("This is the way to have him! We are beginning to hold our

"I am sure, uncle," returned Mrs. Joe, "I wish you had him always: you know so well how to deal with him."

"Now, boy! What was she adoing of, when you went in today?" asked Mr. Pumblechook.

Mr. Pumblechook and Mrs. Joe stared at one another as they well might and both repeated, "In a black

"Yes," said I. "And Miss Estella that's her niece, I think handed her in cake and wine at the

coachwindow, on a gold plate. And we all had cake and wine on gold plates. And I got up behind the coach

Mr. Pumblechook and Mrs. Joe stared at one another again, in utter amazement. I was perfectly frantic a

"In Miss Havisham's room." They stared again. "But there weren't any horses to it." I added this saving

clause, in the moment of rejecting four richly caparisoned coursers which I had had wild thoughts of

"I'll tell you, Mum," said Mr. Pumblechook. "My opinion is, it's a sedanchair. She's flighty, you know

"How could I," he returned, forced to the admission, "when I never see her in my life? Never clapped eyes

"Why, don't you know," said Mr. Pumblechook, testily, "that when I have been there, I have been took up to

the outside of her door, and the door has stood ajar, and she has spoke to me that way. Don't say you don't

know that, Mum. Howsever, the boy went there to play. What did you play at, boy?"

"We played with flags," I said. (I beg to observe that I think of myself with amazement, when I recall the lies

"Yes," said I. "Estella waved a blue flag, and I waved a red one, and Miss Havisham waved one sprinkled all

over with little gold stars, out at the coachwindow. And then we all waved our swords and hurrahed."

"Out of a cupboard," said I. "And I saw pistols in it and jam and pills. And there was no daylight in the

"That's true, Mum," said Mr. Pumblechook, with a grave nod. "That's the state of the case, for that much I've

seen myself." And then they both stared at me, and I, with an obtrusive show of artlessness on my

countenance, stared at them, and plaited the right leg of my trousers with my right hand.

If they had asked me any more questions I should undoubtedly have betrayed myself, for I was even then on

the point of mentioning that there was a balloon in the yard, and should have hazarded the statement but for

my invention being divided between that phenomenon and a bear in the brewery. They were so much

occupied, however, in discussing the marvels I had already presented for their consideration, that I escaped.

The subject still held them when Joe came in from his work to have a cup of tea. To whom my sister, more

for the relief of her own mind than for the gratification of his, related my pretended experiences.

Now, when I saw Joe open his blue eyes and roll them all round the kitchen in helpless amazement, I was

overtaken by penitence; but only as regarded him not in the least as regarded the other two. Towards Joe,

and Joe only, I considered myself a young monster, while they sat debating what results would come to me

from Miss Havisham's acquaintance and favour. They had no doubt that Miss Havisham would "do

something" for me; their doubts related to the form that something would take. My sister stood out for

"property." Mr. Pumblechook was in favour of a handsome premium for binding me apprentice to some

genteel trade say, the corn and seed trade, for instance. Joe fell into the deepest disgrace with both, for

offering the bright suggestion that I might only be presented with one of the dogs who had fought for the

vealcutlets. "If a fool's head can't express better opinions than that," said my sister, "and you have got any

After Mr. Pumblechook had driven off, and when my sister was washing up, I stole into the forge to Joe, and

remained by him until he had done for the night. Then I said, "Before the fire goes out, Joe, I should like to

"Should you, Pip?" said Joe, drawing his shoeingstool near the forge. "Then tell us. What is it, Pip?"

"Joe," said I, taking hold of his rolledup shirt sleeve, and twisting it between my finger and thumb, "you

"What are you telling of, Pip?" cried Joe, falling back in the greatest amazement. "You don't mean to say

"But not all of it? Why sure you don't mean to say, Pip, that there was no black welwet coach?" For, I stood

shaking my head. "But at least there was dogs, Pip? Come, Pip," said Joe, persuasively, "if there warn't no

As I fixed my eyes hopelessly on Joe, Joe contemplated me in dismay. "Pip, old chap! This won't do, old

"I don't know what possessed me, Joe," I replied, letting his shirt sleeve go, and sitting down in the ashes at

his feet, hanging my head; "but I wish you hadn't taught me to call Knaves at cards, Jacks; and I wish my

And then I told Joe that I felt very miserable, and that I hadn't been able to explain myself to Mrs. Joe and

Pumblechook who were so rude to me, and that there had been a beautiful young lady at Miss Havisham's

who was dreadfully proud, and that she had said I was common, and that I knew I was common, and that I

wished I was not common, and that the lies had come of it somehow, though I didn't know how.

This was a case of metaphysics, at least as difficult for Joe to deal with, as for me. But Joe took the case

"There's one thing you may be sure of, Pip," said Joe, after some rumination, "namely, that lies is lies.

Howsever they come, they didn't ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, and work round to the

same. Don't you tell no more of 'em, Pip. That ain't the way to get out of being common, old chap. And as to

being common, I don't make it out at all clear. You are oncommon in some things. You're oncommon small.

"Why, see what a letter you wrote last night! Wrote in print even! I've seen letters Ah! and from

"Well, Pip," said Joe, "be it so or be it son't, you must be a common scholar afore you can be a oncommon

one, I should hope! The king upon his throne, with his crown upon his 'ed, can't sit and write his acts of

Parliament in print, without having begun, when he were a unpromoted Prince, with the alphabet Ah!"

added Joe, with a shake of the head that was full of meaning, "and begun at A too, and worked his way to Z.

"Whether common ones as to callings and earnings," pursued Joe, reflectively, "mightn't be the better of

continuing for a keep company with common ones, instead of going out to play with oncommon ones

"(I'm sorry there weren't a flag, Pip). Whether that might be, or mightn't be, is a thing as can't be looked into

now, without putting your sister on the Rampage; and that's a thing not to be thought of, as being done

intentional. Lookee here, Pip, at what is said to you by a true friend. Which this to you the true friend say. If

you can't get to be oncommon through going straight, you'll never get to do it through going crooked. So

"No, old chap. But bearing in mind that them were which I meantersay of a stunning and outdacious sort

alluding to them which bordered on wealcutlets and dogfighting a sincere wellwisher would adwise, Pip,

their being dropped into your meditations, when you go upstairs to bed. That's all, old chap, and don't never

When I got up to my little room and said my prayers, I did not forget Joe's recommendation, and yet my

young mind was in that disturbed and unthankful state, that I thought long after I laid me down, how common

Estella would consider Joe, a mere blacksmith: how thick his boots, and how coarse his hands. I thought how

Joe and my sister were then sitting in the kitchen, and how I had come up to bed from the kitchen, and how

Miss Havisham and Estella never sat in a kitchen, but were far above the level of such common doings. I fell

asleep recalling what I "used to do" when I was at Miss Havisham's; as though I had been there weeks or

months, instead of hours; and as though it were quite an old subject of remembrance, instead of one that had

That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine

one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read

this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have

The felicitous idea occurred to me a morning or two later when I woke, that the best step I could take towards

making myself uncommon was to get out of Biddy everything she knew. In pursuance of this luminous

conception I mentioned to Biddy when I went to Mr. Wopsle's greataunt's at night, that I had a particular

reason for wishing to get on in life, and that I should feel very much obliged to her if she would impart all her

learning to me. Biddy, who was the most obliging of girls, immediately said she would, and indeed began to

The Educational scheme or Course established by Mr. Wopsle's greataunt may be resolved into the

following synopsis. The pupils ate apples and put straws down one another's backs, until Mr Wopsle's

greataunt collected her energies, and made an indiscriminate totter at them with a birchrod. After receiving

the charge with every mark of derision, the pupils formed in line and buzzingly passed a ragged book from

hand to hand. The book had an alphabet in it, some figures and tables, and a little spelling that is to say, it

had had once. As soon as this volume began to circulate, Mr. Wopsle's greataunt fell into a state of coma;

arising either from sleep or a rheumatic paroxysm. The pupils then entered among themselves upon a

competitive examination on the subject of Boots, with the view of ascertaining who could tread the hardest

upon whose toes. This mental exercise lasted until Biddy made a rush at them and distributed three defaced

Bibles (shaped as if they had been unskilfully cut off the chumpend of something), more illegibly printed at

the best than any curiosities of literature I have since met with, speckled all over with ironmould, and having

various specimens of the insect world smashed between their leaves. This part of the Course was usually

lightened by several single combats between Biddy and refractory students. When the fights were over, Biddy

gave out the number of a page, and then we all read aloud what we could or what we couldn't in a

frightful chorus; Biddy leading with a high shrill monotonous voice, and none of us having the least notion

of, or reverence for, what we were reading about. When this horrible din had lasted a certain time, it

mechanically awoke Mr. Wopsle's greataunt, who staggered at a boy fortuitously, and pulled his ears. This

was understood to terminate the Course for the evening, and we emerged into the air with shrieks of

intellectual victory. It is fair to remark that there was no prohibition against any pupil's entertaining himself

with a slate or even with the ink (when there was any), but that it was not easy to pursue that branch of study

in the winter season, on account of the little general shop in which the classes were holden and which was

also Mr. Wopsle's greataunt's sittingroom and bedchamber being but faintly illuminated through the

It appeared to me that it would take time, to become uncommon under these circumstances: nevertheless, I

resolved to try it, and that very evening Biddy entered on our special agreement, by imparting some

information from her little catalogue of Prices, under the head of moist sugar, and lending me, to copy at

home, a large old English D which she had imitated from the heading of some newspaper, and which I

Of course there was a publichouse in the village, and of course Joe liked sometimes to smoke his pipe there.

I had received strict orders from my sister to call for him at the Three Jolly Bargemen, that evening, on my

way from school, and bring him home at my peril. To the Three Jolly Bargemen, therefore, I directed my

There was a bar at the Jolly Bargemen, with some alarmingly long chalk scores in it on the wall at the side of

the door, which seemed to me to be never paid off. They had been there ever since I could remember, and had

grown more than I had. But there was a quantity of chalk about our country, and perhaps the people neglected

It being Saturday night, I found the landlord looking rather grimly at these records, but as my business was

with Joe and not with him, I merely wished him good evening, and passed into the common room at the end

of the passage, where there was a bright large kitchen fire, and where Joe was smoking his pipe in company

with Mr. Wopsle and a stranger. Joe greeted me as usual with "Halloa, Pip, old chap!" and the moment he

He was a secretlooking man whom I had never seen before. His head was all on one side, and one of his

eyes was half shut up, as if he were taking aim at something with an invisible gun. He had a pipe in his

mouth, and he took it out, and, after slowly blowing all his smoke away and looking hard at me all the time,

nodded. So, I nodded, and then he nodded again, and made room on the settle beside him that I might sit

But, as I was used to sit beside Joe whenever I entered that place of resort, I said "No, thank you, sir," and fell

into the space Joe made for me on the opposite settle. The strange man, after glancing at Joe, and seeing that

his attention was otherwise engaged, nodded to me again when I had taken my seat, and then rubbed his leg

"You was saying," said the strange man, turning to Joe, "that you was a blacksmith."

Joe mentioned it now, and the strange man called him by it. "What'll you drink, Mr. Gargery? At my

"Well," said Joe, "to tell you the truth, I ain't much in the habit of drinking at anybody's expense but my

"Habit? No," returned the stranger, "but once and away, and on a Saturday night too. Come! Put a name to it,

"Rum," repeated the stranger. "And will the other gentleman originate a sentiment."

"This other gentleman," observed Joe, by way of introducing Mr. Wopsle, "is a gentleman that you would

"Aha!" said the stranger, quickly, and cocking his eye at me. "The lonely church, right out on the marshes,

The stranger, with a comfortable kind of grunt over his pipe, put his legs up on the settle that he had to

himself. He wore a flapping broadbrimmed traveller's hat, and under it a handkerchief tied over his head in

the manner of a cap: so that he showed no hair. As he looked at the fire, I thought I saw a cunning expression,

"I am not acquainted with this country, gentlemen, but it seems a solitary country towards the river."

"No doubt, no doubt. Do you find any gipsies, now, or tramps, or vagrants of any sort, out there?"

"No," said Joe; "none but a runaway convict now and then. And we don't find them, easy. Eh, Mr. Wopsle?"

Mr. Wopsle, with a majestic remembrance of old discomfiture, assented; but not warmly.

"Once," returned Joe. "Not that we wanted to take them, you understand; we went out as lookers on; me, and

The stranger looked at me again still cocking his eye, as if he were expressly taking aim at me with his

invisible gun and said, "He's a likely young parcel of bones that. What is it you call him?"

"No," said Joe, "it's a kind of family name what he gave himself when a infant, and is called by."

"Well," said Joe, meditatively not, of course, that it could be in anywise necessary to consider about it, but

because it was the way at the Jolly Bargemen to seem to consider deeply about everything that was discussed

"Well," said Joe, with the same appearance of profound cogitation, "he is not no, not to deceive you, he is

"What the Blue Blazes is he?" asked the stranger. Which appeared to me to be an inquiry of unnecessary

Mr. Wopsle struck in upon that; as one who knew all about relationships, having professional occasion to

bear in mind what female relations a man might not marry; and expounded the ties between me and Joe.

Having his hand in, Mr. Wopsle finished off with a most terrifically snarling passage from Richard the Third,

and seemed to think he had done quite enough to account for it when he added, "as the poet says."

And here I may remark that when Mr. Wopsle referred to me, he considered it a necessary part of such

reference to rumple my hair and poke it into my eyes. I cannot conceive why everybody of his standing who

visited at our house should always have put me through the same inflammatory process under similar

circumstances. Yet I do not call to mind that I was ever in my earlier youth the subject of remark in our social

family circle, but some largehanded person took some such ophthalmic steps to patronize me.

All this while, the strange man looked at nobody but me, and looked at me as if he were determined to have a

shot at me at last, and bring me down. But he said nothing after offering his Blue Blazes observation, until

the glasses of rumandwater were brought; and then he made his shot, and a most extraordinary shot it was.

It was not a verbal remark, but a proceeding in dump show, and was pointedly addressed to me. He stirred his

rumandwater pointedly at me, and he tasted his rumandwater pointedly at me. And he stirred it and he

He did this so that nobody but I saw the file; and when he had done it he wiped the file and put it in a

breastpocket. I knew it to be Joe's file, and I knew that he knew my convict, the moment I saw the

instrument. I sat gazing at him, spellbound. But he now reclined on his settle, taking very little notice of me,

There was a delicious sense of cleaningup and making a quiet pause before going on in life afresh, in our

village on Saturday nights, which stimulated Joe to dare to stay out half an hour longer on Saturdays than at

other times. The half hour and the rumandwater running out together, Joe got up to go, and took me by the

"Stop half a moment, Mr. Gargery," said the strange man. "I think I've got a bright new shilling somewhere in

He looked it out from a handful of small change, folded it in some crumpled paper, and gave it to me.

I thanked him, staring at him far beyond the bounds of good manners, and holding tight to Joe. He gave Joe

goodnight, and he gave Mr. Wopsle goodnight (who went out with us), and he gave me only a look with

his aiming eye no, not a look, for he shut it up, but wonders may be done with an eye by hiding it.

On the way home, if I had been in a humour for talking, the talk must have been all on my side, for Mr.

Wopsle parted from us at the door of the Jolly Bargemen, and Joe went all the way home with his mouth

wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible. But I was in a manner stupefied by this turning

My sister was not in a very bad temper when we presented ourselves in the kitchen, and Joe was encouraged

by that unusual circumstance to tell her about the bright shilling. "A bad un, I'll be bound," said Mrs. Joe

I took it out of the paper, and it proved to be a good one. "But what's this?" said Mrs. Joe, throwing down the

Nothing less than two fat sweltering onepound notes that seemed to have been on terms of the warmest

intimacy with all the cattle markets in the county. Joe caught up his hat again, and ran with them to the Jolly

Bargemen to restore them to their owner. While he was gone, I sat down on my usual stool and looked

Presently, Joe came back, saying that the man was gone, but that he, Joe, had left word at the Three Jolly

Bargemen concerning the notes. Then my sister sealed them up in a piece of paper, and put them under some

dried roseleaves in an ornamental teapot on the top of a press in the state parlour. There they remained, a

I had sadly broken sleep when I got to bed, through thinking of the strange man taking aim at me with his

invisible gun, and of the guiltily coarse and common thing it was, to be on secret terms of conspiracy with

convicts a feature in my low career that I had previously forgotten. I was haunted by the file too. A dread

possessed me that when I least expected it, the file would reappear. I coaxed myself to sleep by thinking of

Miss Havisham's, next Wednesday; and in my sleep I saw the file coming at me out of a door, without seeing

At the appointed time I returned to Miss Havisham's, and my hesitating ring at the gate brought out Estella.

She locked it after admitting me, as she had done before, and again preceded me into the dark passage where

her candle stood. She took no notice of me until she had the candle in her hand, when she looked over her

shoulder, superciliously saying, "You are to come this way today," and took me to quite another part of the

The passage was a long one, and seemed to pervade the whole square basement of the Manor House. We

traversed but one side of the square, however, and at the end of it she stopped, and put her candle down and

opened a door. Here, the daylight reappeared, and I found myself in a small paved courtyard, the opposite

side of which was formed by a detached dwellinghouse, that looked as if it had once belonged to the

manager or head clerk of the extinct brewery. There was a clock in the outer wall of this house. Like the

clock in Miss Havisham's room, and like Miss Havisham's watch, it had stopped at twenty minutes to nine.

We went in at the door, which stood open, and into a gloomy room with a low ceiling, on the ground floor at

the back. There was some company in the room, and Estella said to me as she joined it, "You are to go and

stand there, boy, till you are wanted." "There", being the window, I crossed to it, and stood "there," in a very

It opened to the ground, and looked into a most miserable corner of the neglected garden, upon a rank ruin of

cabbagestalks, and one box tree that had been clipped round long ago, like a pudding, and had a new growth

at the top of it, out of shape and of a different colour, as if that part of the pudding had stuck to the saucepan

and got burnt. This was my homely thought, as I contemplated the boxtree. There had been some light

snow, overnight, and it lay nowhere else to my knowledge; but, it had not quite melted from the cold shadow

of this bit of garden, and the wind caught it up in little eddies and threw it at the window, as if it pelted me for

I divined that my coming had stopped conversation in the room, and that its other occupants were looking at

me. I could see nothing of the room except the shining of the fire in the window glass, but I stiffened in all

There were three ladies in the room and one gentleman. Before I had been standing at the window five

minutes, they somehow conveyed to me that they were all toadies and humbugs, but that each of them

pretended not to know that the others were toadies and humbugs: because the admission that he or she did

They all had a listless and dreary air of waiting somebody's pleasure, and the most talkative of the ladies had

to speak quite rigidly to repress a yawn. This lady, whose name was Camilla, very much reminded me of my

sister, with the difference that she was older, and (as I found when I caught sight of her) of a blunter cast of

features. Indeed, when I knew her better I began to think it was a Mercy she had any features at all, so very

"Poor dear soul!" said this lady, with an abruptness of manner quite my sister's. "Nobody's enemy but his

"It would be much more commendable to be somebody else's enemy," said the gentleman; "far more natural."

"Sarah Pocket," returned Cousin Raymond, "if a man is not his own neighbour, who is?"

Miss Pocket laughed, and Camilla laughed and said (checking a yawn), "The idea!" But I thought they

seemed to think it rather a good idea too. The other lady, who had not spoken yet, said gravely and

"Poor soul!" Camilla presently went on (I knew they had all been looking at me in the mean time), "he is so

very strange! Would anyone believe that when Tom's wife died, he actually could not be induced to see the

importance of the children's having the deepest of trimmings to their mourning? 'Good Lord!' says he,

'Camilla, what can it signify so long as the poor bereaved little things are in black?' So like Matthew! The

"Good points in him, good points in him," said Cousin Raymond; "Heaven forbid I should deny good points

in him; but he never had, and he never will have, any sense of the proprieties."

"You know I was obliged," said Camilla, "I was obliged to be firm. I said, 'It WILL NOT DO, for the credit

of the family.' I told him that, without deep trimmings, the family was disgraced. I cried about it from

breakfast till dinner. I injured my digestion. And at last he flung out in his violent way, and said, with a D,

'Then do as you like.' Thank Goodness it will always be a consolation to me to know that I instantly went out

"It's not the question, my dear child, who paid for them," returned Camilla. "I bought them. And I shall often

The ringing of a distant bell, combined with the echoing of some cry or call along the passage by which I had

come, interrupted the conversation and caused Estella to say to me, "Now, boy!" On my turning round, they

all looked at me with the utmost contempt, and, as I went out, I heard Sarah Pocket say, "Well I am sure!

What next!" and Camilla add, with indignation, "Was there ever such a fancy! The idea!"

As we were going with our candle along the dark passage, Estella stopped all of a sudden, and, facing round,

She fired when she asked the last question, and she slapped my face with such force as she had, when I

"Because I'll never cry for you again," said I. Which was, I suppose, as false a declaration as ever was made;

for I was inwardly crying for her then, and I know what I know of the pain she cost me afterwards.

We went on our way upstairs after this episode; and, as we were going up, we met a gentleman groping his

He was a burly man of an exceedingly dark complexion, with an exceedingly large head and a corresponding

large hand. He took my chin in his large hand and turned up my face to have a look at me by the light of the

candle. He was prematurely bald on the top of his head, and had bushy black eyebrows that wouldn't lie down

but stood up bristling. His eyes were set very deep in his head, and were disagreeably sharp and suspicious.

He had a large watchchain, and strong black dots where his beard and whiskers would have been if he had let

them. He was nothing to me, and I could have had no foresight then, that he ever would be anything to me,

"Well! Behave yourself. I have a pretty large experience of boys, and you're a bad set of fellows. Now mind!"

said he, biting the side of his great forefinger as he frowned at me, "you behave yourself!"

With those words, he released me which I was glad of, for his hand smelt of scented soap and went his

way downstairs. I wondered whether he could be a doctor; but no, I thought; he couldn't be a doctor, or he

would have a quieter and more persuasive manner. There was not much time to consider the subject, for we

were soon in Miss Havisham's room, where she and everything else were just as I had left them. Estella left

me standing near the door, and I stood there until Miss Havisham cast her eyes upon me from the

"So!" she said, without being startled or surprised; "the days have worn away, have they?"

"There, there, there!" with the impatient movement of her fingers. "I don't want to know. Are you ready to

"Since this house strikes you old and grave, boy," said Miss Havisham, impatiently, "and you are unwilling to

I could answer this inquiry with a better heart than I had been able to find for the other question, and I said I

"Then go into that opposite room," said she, pointing at the door behind me with her withered hand, "and wait

I crossed the staircase landing, and entered the room she indicated. From that room, too, the daylight was

completely excluded, and it had an airless smell that was oppressive. A fire had been lately kindled in the

damp oldfashioned grate, and it was more disposed to go out than to burn up, and the reluctant smoke which

hung in the room seemed colder than the clearer air like our own marsh mist. Certain wintry branches of

candles on the high chimneypiece faintly lighted the chamber: or, it would be more expressive to say, faintly

troubled its darkness. It was spacious, and I dare say had once been handsome, but every discernible thing in

it was covered with dust and mould, and dropping to pieces. The most prominent object was a long table with

a tablecloth spread on it, as if a feast had been in preparation when the house and the clocks all stopped

together. An epergne or centrepiece of some kind was in the middle of this cloth; it was so heavily overhung

with cobwebs that its form was quite undistinguishable; and, as I looked along the yellow expanse out of

which I remember its seeming to grow, like a black fungus, I saw speckledlegged spiders with blotchy

bodies running home to it, and running out from it, as if some circumstances of the greatest public importance

I heard the mice too, rattling behind the panels, as if the same occurrence were important to their interests.

But, the blackbeetles took no notice of the agitation, and groped about the hearth in a ponderous elderly way,

as if they were shortsighted and hard of hearing, and not on terms with one another.

These crawling things had fascinated my attention and I was watching them from a distance, when Miss

Havisham laid a hand upon my shoulder. In her other hand she had a crutchheaded stick on which she

"This," said she, pointing to the long table with her stick, "is where I will be laid when I am dead. They shall

With some vague misgiving that she might get upon the table then and there and die at once, the complete

"What do you think that is?" she asked me, again pointing with her stick; "that, where those cobwebs are?"

She looked all round the room in a glaring manner, and then said, leaning on me while her hand twitched my

I made out from this, that the work I had to do, was to walk Miss Havisham round and round the room.

Accordingly, I started at once, and she leaned upon my shoulder, and we went away at a pace that might have

been an imitation (founded on my first impulse under that roof) of Mr. Pumblechook's chaisecart.

She was not physically strong, and after a little time said, "Slower!" Still, we went at an impatient fitful

speed, and as we went, she twitched the hand upon my shoulder, and worked her mouth, and led me to

believe that we were going fast because her thoughts went fast. After a while she said, "Call Estella!" so I

went out on the landing and roared that name as I had done on the previous occasion. When her light

appeared, I returned to Miss Havisham, and we started away again round and round the room.

If only Estella had come to be a spectator of our proceedings, I should have felt sufficiently discontented; but,

as she brought with her the three ladies and the gentleman whom I had seen below, I didn't know what to do.

In my politeness, I would have stopped; but, Miss Havisham twitched my shoulder, and we posted on with

a shamefaced consciousness on my part that they would think it was all my doing.

Camilla brightened when Miss Pocket met with this rebuff; and she murmured, as she plaintively

contemplated Miss Havisham, "Poor dear soul! Certainly not to be expected to look well, poor thing. The

"And how are you?" said Miss Havisham to Camilla. As we were close to Camilla then, I would have stopped

as a matter of course, only Miss Havisham wouldn't stop. We swept on, and I felt that I was highly obnoxious

"Why, what's the matter with you?" asked Miss Havisham, with exceeding sharpness.

"Nothing worth mentioning," replied Camilla. "I don't wish to make a display of my feelings, but I have

"Very easily said!" remarked Camilla, amiably repressing a sob, while a hitch came into her upper lip, and

her tears overflowed. "Raymond is a witness what ginger and sal volatile I am obliged to take in the night.

Raymond is a witness what nervous jerkings I have in my legs. Chokings and nervous jerkings, however, are

nothing new to me when I think with anxiety of those I love. If I could be less affectionate and sensitive, I

should have a better digestion and an iron set of nerves. I am sure I wish it could be so. But as to not thinking

The Raymond referred to, I understood to be the gentleman present, and him I understood to be Mr. Camilla.

He came to the rescue at this point, and said in a consolatory and complimentary voice, "Camilla, my dear, it

is well known that your family feelings are gradually undermining you to the extent of making one of your

"I am not aware," observed the grave lady whose voice I had heard but once, "that to think of any person is to

Miss Sarah Pocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry brown corrugated old woman, with a small face that

might have been made of walnut shells, and a large mouth like a cat's without the whiskers, supported this

"Oh, yes, yes!" cried Camilla, whose fermenting feelings appeared to rise from her legs to her bosom. "It's all

very true! It's a weakness to be so affectionate, but I can't help it. No doubt my health would be much better if

it was otherwise, still I wouldn't change my disposition if I could. It's the cause of much suffering, but it's a

consolation to know I posses it, when I wake up in the night." Here another burst of feeling.

Miss Havisham and I had never stopped all this time, but kept going round and round the room: now,

brushing against the skirts of the visitors: now, giving them the whole length of the dismal chamber.

"There's Matthew!" said Camilla. "Never mixing with any natural ties, never coming here to see how Miss

Havisham is! I have taken to the sofa with my staylace cut, and have lain there hours, insensible, with my

"I have gone off into that state, hours and hours, on account of Matthew's strange and inexplicable conduct,

"You see, my dear," added Miss Sarah Pocket (a blandly vicious personage), "the question to put to yourself

"Without expecting any thanks, or anything of the sort," resumed Camilla, "I have remained in that state,

hours and hours, and Raymond is a witness of the extent to which I have choked, and what the total

inefficacy of ginger has been, and I have been heard at the pianofortetuner's across the street, where the poor

mistaken children have even supposed it to be pigeons cooing at a distanceand now to be told." Here

Camilla put her hand to her throat, and began to be quite chemical as to the formation of new combinations

When this same Matthew was mentioned, Miss Havisham stopped me and herself, and stood looking at the

speaker. This change had a great influence in bringing Camilla's chemistry to a sudden end.

"Matthew will come and see me at last," said Miss Havisham, sternly, when I am laid on that table. That will

be his place there," striking the table with her stick, "at my head! And yours will be there! And your

husband's there! And Sarah Pocket's there! And Georgiana's there! Now you all know where to take your

At the mention of each name, she had struck the table with her stick in a new place. She now said, "Walk me,

"I suppose there's nothing to be done," exclaimed Camilla, "but comply and depart. It's something to have

seen the object of one's love and duty, for even so short a time. I shall think of it with a melancholy

satisfaction when I wake up in the night. I wish Matthew could have that comfort, but he sets it at defiance. I

am determined not to make a display of my feelings, but it's very hard to be told one wants to feast on one's

Mr. Camilla interposing, as Mrs. Camilla laid her hand upon her heaving bosom, that lady assumed an

unnatural fortitude of manner which I supposed to be expressive of an intention to drop and choke when out

of view, and kissing her hand to Miss Havisham, was escorted forth. Sarah Pocket and Georgiana contended

who should remain last; but, Sarah was too knowing to be outdone, and ambled round Georgiana with that

artful slipperiness, that the latter was obliged to take precedence. Sarah Pocket then made her separate effect

of departing with "Bless you, Miss Havisham dear!" and with a smile of forgiving pity on her walnutshell

While Estella was away lighting them down, Miss Havisham still walked with her hand on my shoulder, but

more and more slowly. At last she stopped before the fire, and said, after muttering and looking at it some

"I don't suffer it to be spoken of. I don't suffer those who were here just now, or any one, to speak of it. They

"On this day of the year, long before you were born, this heap of decay," stabbing with her crutched stick at

the pile of cobwebs on the table but not touching it, "was brought here. It and I have worn away together. The

mice have gnawed at it, and sharper teeth than teeth of mice have gnawed at me."

She held the head of her stick against her heart as she stood looking at the table; she in her once white dress,

all yellow and withered; the once white cloth all yellow and withered; everything around, in a state to

"When the ruin is complete," said she, with a ghastly look, "and when they lay me dead, in my bride's dress

on the bride's table which shall be done, and which will be the finished curse upon him so much the better

She stood looking at the table as if she stood looking at her own figure lying there. I remained quiet. Estella

returned, and she too remained quiet. It seemed to me that we continued thus for a long time. In the heavy air

of the room, and the heavy darkness that brooded in its remoter corners, I even had an alarming fancy that

At length, not coming out of her distraught state by degrees, but in an instant, Miss Havisham said, "Let me

see you two play cards; why have you not begun?" With that, we returned to her room, and sat down as

before; I was beggared, as before; and again, as before, Miss Havisham watched us all the time, directed my

attention to Estella's beauty, and made me notice it the more by trying her jewels on Estella's breast and hair.

Estella, for her part, likewise treated me as before; except that she did not condescend to speak. When we had

played some halfdozen games, a day was appointed for my return, and I was taken down into the yard to be

fed in the former doglike manner. There, too, I was again left to wander about as I liked.

It is not much to the purpose whether a gate in that garden wall which I had scrambled up to peep over on the

last occasion was, on that last occasion, open or shut. Enough that I saw no gate them, and that I saw one

now. As it stood open, and as I knew that Estella had let the visitors out for, she had returned with the keys

in her hand I strolled into the garden and strolled all over it. It was quite a wilderness, and there were old

melonframes and cucumberframes in it, which seemed in their decline to have produced a spontaneous

growth of weak attempts at pieces of old hats and boots, with now and then a weedy offshoot into the likeness

When I had exhausted the garden, and a greenhouse with nothing in it but a fallendown grapevine and

some bottles, I found myself in the dismal corner upon which I had looked out of the window. Never

questioning for a moment that the house was now empty, I looked in at another window, and found myself, to

my great surprise, exchanging a broad stare with a pale young gentleman with red eyelids and light hair.

This pale young gentleman quickly disappeared, and reappeared beside me. He had been at his books when

Halloa being a general observation which I had usually observed to be best answered by itself, I said,

What could I do but follow him? I have often asked myself the question since: but, what else could I do? His

manner was so final and I was so astonished, that I followed where he led, as if I had been under a spell.

"Stop a minute, though," he said, wheeling round before we had gone many paces. "I ought to give you a

reason for fighting, too. There it is!" In a most irritating manner he instantly slapped his hands against one

another, daintily flung one of his legs up behind him, pulled my hair, slapped his hands again, dipped his

The bulllike proceeding last mentioned, besides that it was unquestionably to be regarded in the light of a

liberty, was particularly disagreeable just after bread and meat. I therefore hit out at him and was going to hit

out again, when he said, "Aha! Would you?" and began dancing backwards and forwards in a manner quite

"Laws of the game!" said he. Here, he skipped from his left leg on to his right. "Regular rules!" Here, he

skipped from his right leg on to his left. "Come to the ground, and go through the preliminaries!" Here, he

dodged backwards and forwards, and did all sorts of things while I looked helplessly at him.

I was secretly afraid of him when I saw him so dexterous; but, I felt morally and physically convinced that his

light head of hair could have had no business in the pit of my stomach, and that I had a right to consider it

irrelevant when so obtruded on my attention. Therefore, I followed him without a word, to a retired nook of

the garden, formed by the junction of two walls and screened by some rubbish. On his asking me if I was

satisfied with the ground, and on my replying Yes, he begged my leave to absent himself for a moment, and

quickly returned with a bottle of water and a sponge dipped in vinegar. "Available for both," he said, placing

these against the wall. And then fell to pulling off, not only his jacket and waistcoat, but his shirt too, in a

Although he did not look very healthy having pimples on his face, and a breaking out at his mouth these

dreadful preparations quite appalled me. I judged him to be about my own age, but he was much taller, and he

had a way of spinning himself about that was full of appearance. For the rest, he was a young gentleman in a

grey suit (when not denuded for battle), with his elbows, knees, wrists, and heels, considerably in advance of

My heart failed me when I saw him squaring at me with every demonstration of mechanical nicety, and

eyeing my anatomy as if he were minutely choosing his bone. I never have been so surprised in my life, as I

was when I let out the first blow, and saw him lying on his back, looking up at me with a bloody nose and his

But, he was on his feet directly, and after sponging himself with a great show of dexterity began squaring

again. The second greatest surprise I have ever had in my life was seeing him on his back again, looking up at

His spirit inspired me with great respect. He seemed to have no strength, and he never once hit me hard, and

he was always knocked down; but, he would be up again in a moment, sponging himself or drinking out of

the waterbottle, with the greatest satisfaction in seconding himself according to form, and then came at me

with an air and a show that made me believe he really was going to do for me at last. He got heavily bruised,

for I am sorry to record that the more I hit him, the harder I hit him; but, he came up again and again and

again, until at last he got a bad fall with the back of his head against the wall. Even after that crisis in our

affairs, he got up and turned round and round confusedly a few times, not knowing where I was; but finally

went on his knees to his sponge and threw it up: at the same time panting out, "That means you have won."

He seemed so brave and innocent, that although I had not proposed the contest I felt but a gloomy satisfaction

in my victory. Indeed, I go so far as to hope that I regarded myself while dressing, as a species of savage

young wolf, or other wild beast. However, I got dressed, darkly wiping my sanguinary face at intervals, and I

said, "Can I help you?" and he said "No thankee," and I said "Good afternoon," and he said "Same to you."

When I got into the courtyard, I found Estella waiting with the keys. But, she neither asked me where I had

been, nor why I had kept her waiting; and there was a bright flush upon her face, as though something had

happened to delight her. Instead of going straight to the gate, too, she stepped back into the passage, and

I kissed her cheek as she turned it to me. I think I would have gone through a great deal to kiss her cheek.

But, I felt that the kiss was given to the coarse common boy as a piece of money might have been, and that it

What with the birthday visitors, and what with the cards, and what with the fight, my stay had lasted so long,

that when I neared home the light on the spit of sand off the point on the marshes was gleaming against a

My mind grew very uneasy on the subject of the pale young gentleman. The more I thought of the fight, and

recalled the pale young gentleman on his back in various stages of puffy and incrimsoned countenance, the

more certain it appeared that something would be done to me. I felt that the pale young gentleman's blood

was on my head, and that the Law would avenge it. Without having any definite idea of the penalties I had

incurred, it was clear to me that village boys could not go stalking about the country, ravaging the houses of

gentlefolks and pitching into the studious youth of England, without laying themselves open to severe

punishment. For some days, I even kept close at home, and looked out at the kitchen door with the greatest

caution and trepidation before going on an errand, lest the officers of the County Jail should pounce upon me.

The pale young gentleman's nose had stained my trousers, and I tried to wash out that evidence of my guilt in

the dead of night. I had cut my knuckles against the pale young gentleman's teeth, and I twisted my

imagination into a thousand tangles, as I devised incredible ways of accounting for that damnatory

When the day came round for my return to the scene of the deed of violence, my terrors reached their height.

Whether myrmidons of Justice, specially sent down from London, would be lying in ambush behind the gate?

Whether Miss Havisham, preferring to take personal vengeance for an outrage done to her house, might rise

in those graveclothes of hers, draw a pistol, and shoot me dead? Whether suborned boys a numerous band

of mercenaries might be engaged to fall upon me in the brewery, and cuff me until I was no more? It was

high testimony to my confidence in the spirit of the pale young gentleman, that I never imagined him

accessory to these retaliations; they always came into my mind as the acts of injudicious relatives of his,

goaded on by the state of his visage and an indignant sympathy with the family features.

However, go to Miss Havisham's I must, and go I did. And behold! nothing came of the late struggle. It was

not alluded to in any way, and no pale young gentleman was to be discovered on the premises. I found the

same gate open, and I explored the garden, and even looked in at the windows of the detached house; but, my

view was suddenly stopped by the closed shutters within, and all was lifeless. Only in the corner where the

combat had taken place, could I detect any evidence of the young gentleman's existence. There were traces of

On the broad landing between Miss Havisham's own room and that other room in which the long table was

laid out, I saw a gardenchair a light chair on wheels, that you pushed from behind. It had been placed

there since my last visit, and I entered, that same day, on a regular occupation of pushing Miss Havisham in

this chair (when she was tired of walking with her hand upon my shoulder) round her own room, and across

the landing, and round the other room. Over and over and over again, we would make these journeys, and

sometimes they would last as long as three hours at a stretch. I insensibly fall into a general mention of these

journeys as numerous, because it was at once settled that I should return every alternate day at noon for these

purposes, and because I am now going to sum up a period of at least eight or ten months.

As we began to be more used to one another, Miss Havisham talked more to me, and asked me such

questions as what had I learnt and what was I going to be? I told her I was going to be apprenticed to Joe, I

believed; and I enlarged upon my knowing nothing and wanting to know everything, in the hope that she

might offer some help towards that desirable end. But, she did not; on the contrary, she seemed to prefer my

being ignorant. Neither did she ever give me any money or anything but my daily dinner nor ever

Estella was always about, and always let me in and out, but never told me I might kiss her again. Sometimes,

she would coldly tolerate me; sometimes, she would condescend to me; sometimes, she would be quite

familiar with me; sometimes, she would tell me energetically that she hated me. Miss Havisham would often

ask me in a whisper, or when we were alone, "Does she grow prettier and prettier, Pip?" And when I said yes

(for indeed she did), would seem to enjoy it greedily. Also, when we played at cards Miss Havisham would

look on, with a miserly relish of Estella's moods, whatever they were. And sometimes, when her moods were

so many and so contradictory of one another that I was puzzled what to say or do, Miss Havisham would

embrace her with lavish fondness, murmuring something in her ear that sounded like "Break their hearts my

There was a song Joe used to hum fragments of at the forge, of which the burden was Old Clem. This was not

a very ceremonious way of rendering homage to a patron saint; but, I believe Old Clem stood in that relation

towards smiths. It was a song that imitated the measure of beating upon iron, and was a mere lyrical excuse

for the introduction of Old Clem's respected name. Thus, you were to hammer boys round Old Clem! With

a thump and a sound Old Clem! Beat it out, beat it out Old Clem! With a clink for the stout Old Clem!

Blow the fire, blow the fire Old Clem! Roaring dryer, soaring higher Old Clem! One day soon after the

appearance of the chair, Miss Havisham suddenly saying to me, with the impatient movement of her fingers,

"There, there, there! Sing!" I was surprised into crooning this ditty as I pushed her over the floor. It happened

so to catch her fancy, that she took it up in a low brooding voice as if she were singing in her sleep. After

that, it became customary with us to have it as we moved about, and Estella would often join in; though the

whole strain was so subdued, even when there were three of us, that it made less noise in the grim old house

What could I become with these surroundings? How could my character fail to be influenced by them? Is it to

be wondered at if my thoughts were dazed, as my eyes were, when I came out into the natural light from the

Perhaps, I might have told Joe about the pale young gentleman, if I had not previously been betrayed into

those enormous inventions to which I had confessed. Under the circumstances, I felt that Joe could hardly fail

to discern in the pale young gentleman, an appropriate passenger to be put into the black velvet coach;

therefore, I said nothing of him. Besides: that shrinking from having Miss Havisham and Estella discussed,

which had come upon me in the beginning, grew much more potent as time went on. I reposed complete

confidence in no one but Biddy; but, I told poor Biddy everything. Why it came natural to me to do so, and

why Biddy had a deep concern in everything I told her, I did not know then, though I think I know now.

Meanwhile, councils went on in the kitchen at home, fraught with almost insupportable aggravation to my

exasperated spirit. That ass, Pumblechook, used often to come over of a night for the purpose of discussing

my prospects with my sister; and I really do believe (to this hour with less penitence than I ought to feel), that

if these hands could have taken a linchpin out of his chaisecart, they would have done it. The miserable man

was a man of that confined stolidity of mind, that he could not discuss my prospects without having me

before him as it were, to operate upon and he would drag me up from my stool (usually by the collar)

where I was quiet in a corner, and, putting me before the fire as if I were going to be cooked, would begin by

saying, "Now, Mum, here is this boy! Here is this boy which you brought up by hand. Hold up your head,

boy, and be for ever grateful unto them which so did do. Now, Mum, with respections to this boy!" And then

he would rumple my hair the wrong way which from my earliest remembrance, as already hinted, I have in

my soul denied the right of any fellowcreature to do and would hold me before him by the sleeve: a

Then, he and my sister would pair off in such nonsensical speculations about Miss Havisham, and about what

she would do with me and for me, that I used to want quite painfully to burst into spiteful tears, fly at

Pumblechook, and pummel him all over. In these dialogues, my sister spoke to me as if she were morally

wrenching one of my teeth out at every reference; while Pumblechook himself, selfconstituted my patron,

would sit supervising me with a depreciatory eye, like the architect of my fortunes who thought himself

In these discussions, Joe bore no part. But he was often talked at, while they were in progress, by reason of

Mrs. Joe's perceiving that he was not favourable to my being taken from the forge. I was fully old enough

now, to be apprenticed to Joe; and when Joe sat with the poker on his knees thoughtfully raking out the ashes

between the lower bars, my sister would so distinctly construe that innocent action into opposition on his

part, that she would dive at him, take the poker out of his hands, shake him, and put it away. There was a

most irritating end to every one of these debates. All in a moment, with nothing to lead up to it, my sister

would stop herself in a yawn, and catching sight of me as it were incidentally, would swoop upon me with,

"Come! there's enough of you! You get along to bed; you've given trouble enough for one night, I hope!" As

We went on in this way for a long time, and it seemed likely that we should continue to go on in this way for

a long time, when, one day, Miss Havisham stopped short as she and I were walking, she leaning on my

I thought it best to hint, through the medium of a meditative look, that this might be occasioned by

She said no more at the time; but, she presently stopped and looked at me again; and presently again; and

after that, looked frowning and moody. On the next day of my attendance when our usual exercise was over,

and I had landed her at her dressingtable, she stayed me with a movement of her impatient fingers:

"You had better be apprenticed at once. Would Gargery come here with you, and bring your indentures, do

"There, there! I know nothing about times. Let him come soon, and come along with you."

When I got home at night, and delivered this message for Joe, my sister "went on the Rampage," in a more

alarming degree than at any previous period. She asked me and Joe whether we supposed she was doormats

under our feet, and how we dared to use her so, and what company we graciously thought she was fit for?

When she had exhausted a torrent of such inquiries, she threw a candlestick at Joe, burst into a loud sobbing,

got out the dustpan which was always a very bad sign put on her coarse apron, and began cleaning up to a

terrible extent. Not satisfied with a dry cleaning, she took to a pail and scrubbingbrush, and cleaned us out

of house and home, so that we stood shivering in the backyard. It was ten o'clock at night before we

ventured to creep in again, and then she asked Joe why he hadn't married a Negress Slave at once? Joe

offered no answer, poor fellow, but stood feeling his whisker and looking dejectedly at me, as if he thought it

It was a trial to my feelings, on the next day but one, to see Joe arraying himself in his Sunday clothes to

accompany me to Miss Havisham's. However, as he thought his courtsuit necessary to the occasion, it was

not for me tell him that he looked far better in his working dress; the rather, because I knew he made himself

so dreadfully uncomfortable, entirely on my account, and that it was for me he pulled up his shirtcollar so

very high behind, that it made the hair on the crown of his head stand up like a tuft of feathers.

At breakfast time my sister declared her intention of going to town with us, and being left at Uncle

Pumblechook's and called for "when we had done with our fine ladies" a way of putting the case, from

which Joe appeared inclined to augur the worst. The forge was shut up for the day, and Joe inscribed in chalk

upon the door (as it was his custom to do on the very rare occasions when he was not at work) the

monosyllable HOUT, accompanied by a sketch of an arrow supposed to be flying in the direction he had

We walked to town, my sister leading the way in a very large beaver bonnet, and carrying a basket like the

Great Seal of England in plaited straw, a pair of pattens, a spare shawl, and an umbrella, though it was a fine

bright day. I am not quite clear whether these articles were carried penitentially or ostentatiously; but, I rather

think they were displayed as articles of property much as Cleopatra or any other sovereign lady on the

When we came to Pumblechook's, my sister bounced in and left us. As it was almost noon, Joe and I held

straight on to Miss Havisham's house. Estella opened the gate as usual, and, the moment she appeared, Joe

took his hat off and stood weighing it by the brim in both his hands: as if he had some urgent reason in his

Estella took no notice of either of us, but led us the way that I knew so well. I followed next to her, and Joe

came last. When I looked back at Joe in the long passage, he was still weighing his hat with the greatest care,

Estella told me we were both to go in, so I took Joe by the coatcuff and conducted him into Miss

Havisham's presence. She was seated at her dressingtable, and looked round at us immediately.

I could hardly have imagined dear old Joe looking so unlike himself or so like some extraordinary bird;

standing, as he did, speechless, with his tuft of feathers ruffled, and his mouth open, as if he wanted a worm.

It was very aggravating; but, throughout the interview Joe persisted in addressing Me instead of Miss

"Which I meantersay, Pip," Joe now observed in a manner that was at once expressive of forcible

argumentation, strict confidence, and great politeness, "as I hup and married your sister, and I were at the

"Well!" said Miss Havisham. "And you have reared the boy, with the intention of taking him for your

"You know, Pip," replied Joe, "as you and me were ever friends, and it were looked for'ard to betwixt us, as

being calc'lated to lead to larks. Not but what, Pip, if you had ever made objections to the business such as

its being open to black and sut, or suchlike not but what they would have been attended to, don't you see?"

"Has the boy," said Miss Havisham, "ever made any objection? Does he like the trade?"

"Which it is well beknown to yourself, Pip," returned Joe, strengthening his former mixture of argumentation,

confidence, and politeness, "that it were the wish of your own hart." (I saw the idea suddenly break upon him

that he would adapt his epitaph to the occasion, before he went on to say) "And there weren't no objection on

It was quite in vain for me to endeavour to make him sensible that he ought to speak to Miss Havisham. The

more I made faces and gestures to him to do it, the more confidential, argumentative, and polite, he persisted

"Well, Pip, you know," replied Joe, as if that were a little unreasonable, "you yourself see me put 'em in my

'at, and therefore you know as they are here." With which he took them out, and gave them, not to Miss

Havisham, but to me. I am afraid I was ashamed of the dear good fellow I know I was ashamed of him

when I saw that Estella stood at the back of Miss Havisham's chair, and that her eyes laughed mischievously.

"You expected," said Miss Havisham, as she looked them over, "no premium with the boy?"

"Pip," returned Joe, cutting me short as if he were hurt, "which I meantersay that were not a question

requiring a answer betwixt yourself and me, and which you know the answer to be full well No. You know it

Miss Havisham glanced at him as if she understood what he really was, better than I had thought possible,

"Pip has earned a premium here," she said, "and here it is. There are fiveandtwenty guineas in this bag.

As if he were absolutely out of his mind with the wonder awakened in him by her strange figure and the

"This is wery liberal on your part, Pip," said Joe, "and it is as such received and grateful welcome, though

never looked for, far nor near nor nowheres. And now, old chap," said Joe, conveying to me a sensation, first

of burning and then of freezing, for I felt as if that familiar expression were applied to Miss Havisham; "and

now, old chap, may we do our duty! May you and me do our duty, both on us by one and another, and by

them which your liberal present have conweyed to be for the satisfaction of mind of them as

never" here Joe showed that he felt he had fallen into frightful difficulties, until he triumphantly rescued

himself with the words, "and from myself far be it!" These words had such a round and convincing sound for

Thus calling him back as I went out of the door, I heard her say to Joe, in a distinct emphatic voice, "The boy

has been a good boy here, and that is his reward. Of course, as an honest man, you will expect no other and

How Joe got out of the room, I have never been able to determine; but, I know that when he did get out he

was steadily proceeding upstairs instead of coming down, and was deaf to all remonstrances until I went

after him and laid hold of him. In another minute we were outside the gate, and it was locked, and Estella was

When we stood in the daylight alone again, Joe backed up against a wall, and said to me, "Astonishing!" And

there he remained so long, saying "Astonishing" at intervals, so often, that I began to think his senses were

never coming back. At length he prolonged his remark into "Pip, I do assure you this is asTONishing!" and

I have reason to think that Joe's intellects were brightened by the encounter they had passed through, and that

on our way to Pumblechook's he invented a subtle and deep design. My reason is to be found in what took

place in Mr. Pumblechook's parlour: where, on our presenting ourselves, my sister sat in conference with that

"Well?" cried my sister, addressing us both at once. "And what's happened to you? I wonder you condescend

"Miss Havisham," said Joe, with a fixed look at me, like an effort of remembrance, "made it wery partick'ler

"Which that were my own belief," answered Joe "her compliments to Mrs. J. Gargery"

"And wishing," pursued Joe, with another fixed look at me, like another effort of remembrance, "that the state

"Well!" cried my sister, with a mollified glance at Mr. Pumblechook. "She might have had the politeness to

send that message at first, but it's better late than never. And what did she give young Rantipole here?"

"What she giv'," said Joe, "she giv' to his friends. 'And by his friends,' were her explanation, 'I mean into the

hands of his sister Mrs. J. Gargery.' Them were her words; 'Mrs. J. Gargery.' She mayn't have know'd," added

My sister looked at Pumblechook: who smoothed the elbows of his wooden armchair, and nodded at her and

"They'd say," returned my sister, curtly, "pretty well. Not too much, but pretty well."

That fearful Impostor, Pumblechook, immediately nodded, and said, as he rubbed the arms of his chair: "It's

"Yes I do, Mum," said Pumblechook; "but wait a bit. Go on, Joseph. Good in you! Go on!"

That abject hypocrite, Pumblechook, nodded again, and said, with a patronizing laugh, "It's more than that,

"Then to make an end of it," said Joe, delightedly handing the bag to my sister; "it's fiveandtwenty pound."

"It's fiveandtwenty pound, Mum," echoed that basest of swindlers, Pumblechook, rising to shake hands

with her; "and it's no more than your merits (as I said when my opinion was asked), and I wish you joy of the

If the villain had stopped here, his case would have been sufficiently awful, but he blackened his guilt by

proceeding to take me into custody, with a right of patronage that left all his former criminality far behind.

"Now you see, Joseph and wife," said Pumblechook, as he took me by the arm above the elbow, "I am one of

them that always go right through with what they've begun. This boy must be bound, out of hand. That's my

"Goodness knows, Uncle Pumblechook," said my sister (grasping the money), "we're deeply beholden to

"Never mind me, Mum, returned that diabolical cornchandler. "A pleasure's a pleasure, all the world over.

But this boy, you know; we must have him bound. I said I'd see to it to tell you the truth."

The Justices were sitting in the Town Hall near at hand, and we at once went over to have me bound

apprentice to Joe in the Magisterial presence. I say, we went over, but I was pushed over by Pumblechook,

exactly as if I had that moment picked a pocket or fired a rick; indeed, it was the general impression in Court

that I had been taken redhanded, for, as Pumblechook shoved me before him through the crowd, I heard

some people say, "What's he done?" and others, "He's a young 'un, too, but looks bad, don't he? One person

of mild and benevolent aspect even gave me a tract ornamented with a woodcut of a malevolent young man

fitted up with a perfect sausageshop of fetters, and entitled, TO BE READ IN MY CELL.

The Hall was a queer place, I thought, with higher pews in it than a church and with people hanging over

the pews looking on and with mighty Justices (one with a powdered head) leaning back in chairs, with

folded arms, or taking snuff, or going to sleep, or writing, or reading the newspapers and with some shining

black portraits on the walls, which my unartistic eye regarded as a composition of hardbake and

stickingplaister. Here, in a corner, my indentures were duly signed and attested, and I was "bound;" Mr.

Pumblechook holding me all the while as if we had looked in on our way to the scaffold, to have those little

When we had come out again, and had got rid of the boys who had been put into great spirits by the

expectation of seeing me publicly tortured, and who were much disappointed to find that my friends were

merely rallying round me, we went back to Pumblechook's. And there my sister became so excited by the

twentyfive guineas, that nothing would serve her but we must have a dinner out of that windfall, at the Blue

Boar, and that Pumblechook must go over in his chaisecart, and bring the Hubbles and Mr. Wopsle.

It was agreed to be done; and a most melancholy day I passed. For, it inscrutably appeared to stand to reason,

in the minds of the whole company, that I was an excrescence on the entertainment. And to make it worse,

they all asked me from time to time in short, whenever they had nothing else to do why I didn't enjoy

myself. And what could I possibly do then, but say I was enjoying myself when I wasn't?

However, they were grown up and had their own way, and they made the most of it. That swindling

Pumblechook, exalted into the beneficent contriver of the whole occasion, actually took the top of the table;

and, when he addressed them on the subject of my being bound, and had fiendishly congratulated them on my

being liable to imprisonment if I played at cards, drank strong liquors, kept late hours or bad company, or

indulged in other vagaries which the form of my indentures appeared to contemplate as next to inevitable, he

My only other remembrances of the great festival are, That they wouldn't let me go to sleep, but whenever

they saw me dropping off, woke me up and told me to enjoy myself. That, rather late in the evening Mr.

Wopsle gave us Collins's ode, and threw his bloodstain'd sword in thunder down, with such effect, that a

waiter came in and said, "The Commercials underneath sent up their compliments, and it wasn't the

Tumblers' Arms." That, they were all in excellent spirits on the road home, and sang O Lady Fair! Mr.

Wopsle taking the bass, and asserting with a tremendously strong voice (in reply to the inquisitive bore who

leads that piece of music in a most impertinent manner, by wanting to know all about everybody's private

affairs) that he was the man with his white locks flowing, and that he was upon the whole the weakest pilgrim

Finally, I remember that when I got into my little bedroom I was truly wretched, and had a strong conviction

on me that I should never like Joe's trade. I had liked it once, but once was not now.

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home. There may be black ingratitude in the thing, and the

punishment may be retributive and well deserved; but, that it is a miserable thing, I can testify.

Home had never been a very pleasant place to me, because of my sister's temper. But, Joe had sanctified it,

and I had believed in it. I had believed in the best parlour as a most elegant saloon; I had believed in the front

door, as a mysterious portal of the Temple of State whose solemn opening was attended with a sacrifice of

roast fowls; I had believed in the kitchen as a chaste though not magnificent apartment; I had believed in the

forge as the glowing road to manhood and independence. Within a single year, all this was changed. Now, it

was all coarse and common, and I would not have had Miss Havisham and Estella see it on any account.

How much of my ungracious condition of mind may have been my own fault, how much Miss Havisham's,

how much my sister's, is now of no moment to me or to any one. The change was made in me; the thing was

Once, it had seemed to me that when I should at last roll up my shirtsleeves and go into the forge, Joe's

'prentice, I should be distinguished and happy. Now the reality was in my hold, I only felt that I was dusty

with the dust of small coal, and that I had a weight upon my daily remembrance to which the anvil was a

feather. There have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most lives) when I have felt for a time as

if a thick curtain had fallen on all its interest and romance, to shut me out from anything save dull endurance

any more. Never has that curtain dropped so heavy and blank, as when my way in life lay stretched out

I remember that at a later period of my "time," I used to stand about the churchyard on Sunday evenings

when night was falling, comparing my own perspective with the windy marsh view, and making out some

likeness between them by thinking how flat and low both were, and how on both there came an unknown way

and a dark mist and then the sea. I was quite as dejected on the first workingday of my apprenticeship as in

that aftertime; but I am glad to know that I never breathed a murmur to Joe while my indentures lasted. It is

For, though it includes what I proceed to add, all the merit of what I proceed to add was Joe's. It was not

because I was faithful, but because Joe was faithful, that I never ran away and went for a soldier or a sailor. It

was not because I had a strong sense of the virtue of industry, but because Joe had a strong sense of the virtue

of industry, that I worked with tolerable zeal against the grain. It is not possible to know how far the

influence of any amiable honesthearted dutydoing man flies out into the world; but it is very possible to

know how it has touched one's self in going by, and I know right well, that any good that intermixed itself

with my apprenticeship came of plain contented Joe, and not of restlessly aspiring discontented me.

What I wanted, who can say? How can I say, when I never knew? What I dreaded was, that in some unlucky

hour I, being at my grimiest and commonest, should lift up my eyes and see Estella looking in at one of the

wooden windows of the forge. I was haunted by the fear that she would, sooner or later, find me out, with a

black face and hands, doing the coarsest part of my work, and would exult over me and despise me. Often

after dark, when I was pulling the bellows for Joe, and we were singing Old Clem, and when the thought how

we used to sing it at Miss Havisham's would seem to show me Estella's face in the fire, with her pretty hair

fluttering in the wind and her eyes scorning me, often at such a time I would look towards those panels of

black night in the wall which the wooden windows then were, and would fancy that I saw her just drawing

After that, when we went in to supper, the place and the meal would have a more homely look than ever, and

As I was getting too big for Mr. Wopsle's greataunt's room, my education under that preposterous female

terminated. Not, however, until Biddy had imparted to me everything she knew, from the little catalogue of

prices, to a comic song she had once bought for a halfpenny. Although the only coherent part of the latter

When I went to Lunnon town sirs, Too rul loo rul Too rul loo rul Wasn't I done very brown sirs? Too rul loo

still, in my desire to be wiser, I got this composition by heart with the utmost gravity; nor do I recollect that

I questioned its merit, except that I thought (as I still do) the amount of Too rul somewhat in excess of the

poetry. In my hunger for information, I made proposals to Mr. Wopsle to bestow some intellectual crumbs

upon me; with which he kindly complied. As it turned out, however, that he only wanted me for a dramatic

layfigure, to be contradicted and embraced and wept over and bullied and clutched and stabbed and knocked

about in a variety of ways, I soon declined that course of instruction; though not until Mr. Wopsle in his

Whatever I acquired, I tried to impart to Joe. This statement sounds so well, that I cannot in my conscience let

it pass unexplained. I wanted to make Joe less ignorant and common, that he might be worthier of my society

The old Battery out on the marshes was our place of study, and a broken slate and a short piece of slate pencil

were our educational implements: to which Joe always added a pipe of tobacco. I never knew Joe to

remember anything from one Sunday to another, or to acquire, under my tuition, any piece of information

whatever. Yet he would smoke his pipe at the Battery with a far more sagacious air than anywhere else

even with a learned air as if he considered himself to be advancing immensely. Dear fellow, I hope he did.

It was pleasant and quiet, out there with the sails on the river passing beyond the earthwork, and sometimes,

when the tide was low, looking as if they belonged to sunken ships that were still sailing on at the bottom of

the water. Whenever I watched the vessels standing out to sea with their white sails spread, I somehow

thought of Miss Havisham and Estella; and whenever the light struck aslant, afar off, upon a cloud or sail or

green hillside or waterline, it was just the same. Miss Havisham and Estella and the strange house and

the strange life appeared to have something to do with everything that was picturesque.

One Sunday when Joe, greatly enjoying his pipe, had so plumed himself on being "most awful dull," that I

had given him up for the day, I lay on the earthwork for some time with my chin on my hand, descrying

traces of Miss Havisham and Estella all over the prospect, in the sky and in the water, until at last I resolved

"There is some wisits, p'r'aps," said Joe, "as for ever remains open to the question, Pip. But in regard to

wisiting Miss Havisham. She might think you wanted something expected something of her."

"You might, old chap," said Joe. "And she might credit it. Similarly she mightn't."

Joe felt, as I did, that he had made a point there, and he pulled hard at his pipe to keep himself from

"You see, Pip," Joe pursued, as soon as he was past that danger, "Miss Havisham done the handsome thing by

you. When Miss Havisham done the handsome thing by you, she called me back to say to me as that were

"Which I meantersay, Pip, it might be that her meaning were Make a end on it! As you was! Me to the

I had thought of that too, and it was very far from comforting to me to find that he had thought of it; for it

"Here am I, getting on in the first year of my time, and, since the day of my being bound, I have never

"That's true, Pip; and unless you was to turn her out a set of shoes all four round and which I meantersay as

even a set of shoes all four round might not be acceptable as a present, in a total wacancy of hoofs"

But Joe had got the idea of a present in his head and must harp upon it. "Or even," said he, "if you was helped

to knocking her up a new chain for the front door or say a gross or two of sharkheaded screws for general

use or some light fancy article, such as a toastingfork when she took her muffins or a gridiron when she

"Well," said Joe, still harping on it as though I had particularly pressed it, "if I was yourself, Pip, I wouldn't.

No, I would not. For what's a doorchain when she's got one always up? And sharkheaders is open to

misrepresentations. And if it was a toastingfork, you'd go into brass and do yourself no credit. And the

oncommonest workman can't show himself oncommon in a gridiron for a gridiron IS a gridiron," said Joe,

steadfastly impressing it upon me, as if he were endeavouring to rouse me from a fixed delusion, "and you

may haim at what you like, but a gridiron it will come out, either by your leave or again your leave, and you

"My dear Joe," I cried, in desperation, taking hold of his coat, "don't go on in that way. I never thought of

"No, Pip," Joe assented, as if he had been contending for that, all along; "and what I say to you is, you are

"Yes, Joe; but what I wanted to say, was, that as we are rather slack just now, if you would give me a

halfholiday tomorrow, I think I would go uptown and make a call on Miss Est Havisham."

"Which her name," said Joe, gravely, "ain't Estavisham, Pip, unless she have been rechris'ened."

In brief, Joe thought that if I thought well of it, he thought well of it. But, he was particular in stipulating that

if I were not received with cordiality, or if I were not encouraged to repeat my visit as a visit which had no

ulterior object but was simply one of gratitude for a favour received, then this experimental trip should have

Now, Joe kept a journeyman at weekly wages whose name was Orlick. He pretended that his Christian name

was Dolge a clear impossibility but he was a fellow of that obstinate disposition that I believe him to

have been the prey of no delusion in this particular, but wilfully to have imposed that name upon the village

as an affront to its understanding. He was a broadshouldered looselimbed swarthy fellow of great strength,

never in a hurry, and always slouching. He never even seemed to come to his work on purpose, but would

slouch in as if by mere accident; and when he went to the Jolly Bargemen to eat his dinner, or went away at

night, he would slouch out, like Cain or the Wandering Jew, as if he had no idea where he was going and no

intention of ever coming back. He lodged at a sluicekeeper's out on the marshes, and on working days

would come slouching from his hermitage, with his hands in his pockets and his dinner loosely tied in a

bundle round his neck and dangling on his back. On Sundays he mostly lay all day on the sluicegates, or

stood against ricks and barns. He always slouched, locomotively, with his eyes on the ground; and, when

accosted or otherwise required to raise them, he looked up in a half resentful, half puzzled way, as though the

only thought he ever had, was, that it was rather an odd and injurious fact that he should never be thinking.

This morose journeyman had no liking for me. When I was very small and timid, he gave me to understand

that the Devil lived in a black corner of the forge, and that he knew the fiend very well: also that it was

necessary to make up the fire, once in seven years, with a live boy, and that I might consider myself fuel.

When I became Joe's 'prentice, Orlick was perhaps confirmed in some suspicion that I should displace him;

howbeit, he liked me still less. Not that he ever said anything, or did anything, openly importing hostility; I

only noticed that he always beat his sparks in my direction, and that whenever I sang Old Clem, he came in

Dolge Orlick was at work and present, next day, when I reminded Joe of my halfholiday. He said nothing at

the moment, for he and Joe had just got a piece of hot iron between them, and I was at the bellows; but

"Now, master! Sure you're not agoing to favour only one of us. If Young Pip has a halfholiday, do as much

for Old Orlick." I suppose he was about fiveandtwenty, but he usually spoke of himself as an ancient

"What'll I do with it! What'll he do with it? I'll do as much with it as him," said Orlick.

"Well then, as to Old Orlick, he's agoing uptown," retorted that worthy. "Two can go uptown. Tan't only

"Shall if I like," growled Orlick. "Some and their uptowning! Now, master! Come. No favouring in this

The master refusing to entertain the subject until the journeyman was in a better temper, Orlick plunged at the

furnace, drew out a redhot bar, made at me with it as if he were going to run it through my body, whisked it

round my head, laid it on the anvil, hammered it out as if it were I, I thought, and the sparks were my

spirting blood and finally said, when he had hammered himself hot and the iron cold, and he again leaned

"Then, as in general you stick to your work as well as most men," said Joe, "let it be a halfholiday for all."

My sister had been standing silent in the yard, within hearing she was a most unscrupulous spy and listener

"Like you, you fool!" said she to Joe, "giving holidays to great idle hulkers like that. You are a rich man,

"You'd be everybody's master, if you durst," retorted Orlick, with an illfavoured grin.

"I'd be a match for all noodles and all rogues," returned my sister, beginning to work herself into a mighty

rage. "And I couldn't be a match for the noodles, without being a match for your master, who's the

dunderheaded king of the noodles. And I couldn't be a match for the rogues, without being a match for you,

"You're a foul shrew, Mother Gargery, growled the journeyman. "If that makes a judge of rogues, you ought

"What did you say?" cried my sister, beginning to scream. "What did you say? What did that fellow Orlick

say to me, Pip? What did he call me, with my husband standing by? O! O! O!" Each of these exclamations

was a shriek; and I must remark of my sister, what is equally true of all the violent women I have ever seen,

that passion was no excuse for her, because it is undeniable that instead of lapsing into passion, she

consciously and deliberately took extraordinary pains to force herself into it, and became blindly furious by

regular stages; "what was the name he gave me before the base man who swore to defend me? O! Hold me!

"Ahhh!" growled the journeyman, between his teeth, "I'd hold you, if you was my wife. I'd hold you under

"Oh! To hear him!" cried my sister, with a clap of her hands and a scream together which was her next

stage. "To hear the names he's giving me! That Orlick! In my own house! Me, a married woman! With my

husband standing by! O! O!" Here my sister, after a fit of clappings and screamings, beat her hands upon her

bosom and upon her knees, and threw her cap off, and pulled her hair down which were the last stages on

her road to frenzy. Being by this time a perfect Fury and a complete success, she made a dash at the door,

What could the wretched Joe do now, after his disregarded parenthetical interruptions, but stand up to his

journeyman, and ask him what he meant by interfering betwixt himself and Mrs. Joe; and further whether he

was man enough to come on? Old Orlick felt that the situation admitted of nothing less than coming on, and

was on his defence straightway; so, without so much as pulling off their singed and burnt aprons, they went at

one another, like two giants. But, if any man in that neighbourhood could stand up long against Joe, I never

saw the man. Orlick, as if he had been of no more account than the pale young gentleman, was very soon

among the coaldust, and in no hurry to come out of it. Then, Joe unlocked the door and picked up my sister,

who had dropped insensible at the window (but who had seen the fight first, I think), and who was carried

into the house and laid down, and who was recommended to revive, and would do nothing but struggle and

clench her hands in Joe's hair. Then, came that singular calm and silence which succeed all uproars; and then,

with the vague sensation which I have always connected with such a lull namely, that it was Sunday, and

When I came down again, I found Joe and Orlick sweeping up, without any other traces of discomposure than

a slit in one of Orlick's nostrils, which was neither expressive nor ornamental. A pot of beer had appeared

from the Jolly Bargemen, and they were sharing it by turns in a peaceable manner. The lull had a sedative and

philosophical influence on Joe, who followed me out into the road to say, as a parting observation that might

With what absurd emotions (for, we think the feelings that are very serious in a man quite comical in a boy) I

found myself again going to Miss Havisham's, matters little here. Nor, how I passed and repassed the gate

many times before I could make up my mind to ring. Nor, how I debated whether I should go away without

ringing; nor, how I should undoubtedly have gone, if my time had been my own, to come back.

When I said that I only came to see how Miss Havisham was, Sarah evidently deliberated whether or no she

should send me about my business. But, unwilling to hazard the responsibility, she let me in, and presently

"Well?" said she, fixing her eyes upon me. "I hope you want nothing? You'll get nothing."

"No, indeed, Miss Havisham. I only wanted you to know that I am doing very well in my apprenticeship, and

"There, there!" with the old restless fingers. "Come now and then; come on your birthday. Ay!" she cried

suddenly, turning herself and her chair towards me, "You are looking round for Estella? Hey?"

I had been looking round in fact, for Estella and I stammered that I hoped she was well.

"Abroad," said Miss Havisham; "educating for a lady; far out of reach; prettier than ever; admired by all who

There was such a malignant enjoyment in her utterance of the last words, and she broke into such a

disagreeable laugh, that I was at a loss what to say. She spared me the trouble of considering, by dismissing

me. When the gate was closed upon me by Sarah of the walnutshell countenance, I felt more than ever

dissatisfied with my home and with my trade and with everything; and that was all I took by that motion.

As I was loitering along the Highstreet, looking in disconsolately at the shop windows, and thinking what I

would buy if I were a gentleman, who should come out of the bookshop but Mr. Wopsle. Mr Wopsle had in

his hand the affecting tragedy of George Barnwell, in which he had that moment invested sixpence, with the

view of heaping every word of it on the head of Pumblechook, with whom he was going to drink tea. No

sooner did he see me, than he appeared to consider that a special Providence had put a 'prentice in his way to

be read at; and he laid hold of me, and insisted on my accompanying him to the Pumblechookian parlour. As

I knew it would be miserable at home, and as the nights were dark and the way was dreary, and almost any

companionship on the road was better than none, I made no great resistance; consequently, we turned into

As I never assisted at any other representation of George Barnwell, I don't know how long it may usually

take; but I know very well that it took until halfpast nine o' clock that night, and that when Mr. Wopsle got

into Newgate, I thought he never would go to the scaffold, he became so much slower than at any former

period of his disgraceful career. I thought it a little too much that he should complain of being cut short in his

flower after all, as if he had not been running to seed, leaf after leaf, ever since his course began. This,

however, was a mere question of length and wearisomeness. What stung me, was the identification of the

whole affair with my unoffending self. When Barnwell began to go wrong, I declare that I felt positively

apologetic, Pumblechook's indignant stare so taxed me with it. Wopsle, too, took pains to present me in the

worst light. At once ferocious and maudlin, I was made to murder my uncle with no extenuating

circumstances whatever; Millwood put me down in argument, on every occasion; it became sheer monomania

in my master's daughter to care a button for me; and all I can say for my gasping and procrastinating conduct

on the fatal morning, is, that it was worthy of the general feebleness of my character. Even after I was happily

hanged and Wopsle had closed the book, Pumblechook sat staring at me, and shaking his head, and saying,

"Take warning, boy, take warning!" as if it were a wellknown fact that I contemplated murdering a near

relation, provided I could only induce one to have the weakness to become my benefactor.

It was a very dark night when it was all over, and when I set out with Mr. Wopsle on the walk home. Beyond

town, we found a heavy mist out, and it fell wet and thick. The turnpike lamp was a blur, quite out of the

lamp's usual place apparently, and its rays looked solid substance on the fog. We were noticing this, and

saying how that the mist rose with a change of wind from a certain quarter of our marshes, when we came

"Ah!" he answered, slouching out. "I was standing by, a minute, on the chance of company."

"We have been," said Mr. Wopsle, exalted with his late performance, "we have been indulging, Mr. Orlick, in

Old Orlick growled, as if he had nothing to say about that, and we all went on together. I asked him presently

"Yes," said he, "all of it. I come in behind yourself. I didn't see you, but I must have been pretty close behind

"Ay! There's some of the birds flown from the cages. The guns have been going since dark, about. You'll hear

In effect, we had not walked many yards further, when the wellremembered boom came towards us,

deadened by the mist, and heavily rolled away along the low grounds by the river, as if it were pursuing and

"A good night for cutting off in," said Orlick. "We'd be puzzled how to bring down a jailbird on the wing,

The subject was a suggestive one to me, and I thought about it in silence. Mr. Wopsle, as the illrequited

uncle of the evening's tragedy, fell to meditating aloud in his garden at Camberwell. Orlick, with his hands in

his pockets, slouched heavily at my side. It was very dark, very wet, very muddy, and so we splashed along.

Now and then, the sound of the signal cannon broke upon us again, and again rolled sulkily along the course

of the river. I kept myself to myself and my thoughts. Mr. Wopsle died amiably at Camberwell, and

exceedingly game on Bosworth Field, and in the greatest agonies at Glastonbury. Orlick sometimes growled,

"Beat it out, beat it out Old Clem! With a clink for the stout Old Clem!" I thought he had been drinking,

Thus, we came to the village. The way by which we approached it, took us past the Three Jolly Bargemen,

which we were surprised to find it being eleven o'clock in a state of commotion, with the door wide open,

and unwonted lights that had been hastily caught up and put down, scattered about. Mr. Wopsle dropped in to

ask what was the matter (surmising that a convict had been taken), but came running out in a great hurry.

"There's something wrong," said he, without stopping, "up at your place, Pip. Run all!"

"I can't quite understand. The house seems to have been violently entered when Joe Gargery was out.

We were running too fast to admit of more being said, and we made no stop until we got into our kitchen. It

was full of people; the whole village was there, or in the yard; and there was a surgeon, and there was Joe,

and there was a group of women, all on the floor in the midst of the kitchen. The unemployed bystanders

drew back when they saw me, and so I became aware of my sister lying without sense or movement on the

bare boards where she had been knocked down by a tremendous blow on the back of the head, dealt by some

unknown hand when her face was turned towards the fire destined never to be on the Rampage again, while

With my head full of George Barnwell, I was at first disposed to believe that I must have had some hand in

the attack upon my sister, or at all events that as her near relation, popularly known to be under obligations to

her, I was a more legitimate object of suspicion than any one else. But when, in the clearer light of next

morning, I began to reconsider the matter and to hear it discussed around me on all sides, I took another view

Joe had been at the Three Jolly Bargemen, smoking his pipe, from a quarter after eight o'clock to a quarter

before ten. While he was there, my sister had been seen standing at the kitchen door, and had exchanged

Good Night with a farmlabourer going home. The man could not be more particular as to the time at which

he saw her (he got into dense confusion when he tried to be), than that it must have been before nine. When

Joe went home at five minutes before ten, he found her struck down on the floor, and promptly called in

assistance. The fire had not then burnt unusually low, nor was the snuff of the candle very long; the candle,

Nothing had been taken away from any part of the house. Neither, beyond the blowing out of the candle

which stood on a table between the door and my sister, and was behind her when she stood facing the fire and

was struck was there any disarrangement of the kitchen, excepting such as she herself had made, in falling

and bleeding. But, there was one remarkable piece of evidence on the spot. She had been struck with

something blunt and heavy, on the head and spine; after the blows were dealt, something heavy had been

thrown down at her with considerable violence, as she lay on her face. And on the ground beside her, when

Now, Joe, examining this iron with a smith's eye, declared it to have been filed asunder some time ago. The

hue and cry going off to the Hulks, and people coming thence to examine the iron, Joe's opinion was

corroborated. They did not undertake to say when it had left the prisonships to which it undoubtedly had

once belonged; but they claimed to know for certain that that particular manacle had not been worn by either

of the two convicts who had escaped last night. Further, one of those two was already retaken, and had not

Knowing what I knew, I set up an inference of my own here. I believed the iron to be my convict's iron the

iron I had seen and heard him filing at, on the marshes but my mind did not accuse him of having put it to

its latest use. For, I believed one of two other persons to have become possessed of it, and to have turned it to

this cruel account. Either Orlick, or the strange man who had shown me the file.

Now, as to Orlick; he had gone to town exactly as he told us when we picked him up at the turnpike, he had

been seen about town all the evening, he had been in divers companies in several publichouses, and he had

come back with myself and Mr. Wopsle. There was nothing against him, save the quarrel; and my sister had

quarrelled with him, and with everybody else about her, ten thousand times. As to the strange man; if he had

come back for his two banknotes there could have been no dispute about them, because my sister was fully

prepared to restore them. Besides, there had been no altercation; the assailant had come in so silently and

It was horrible to think that I had provided the weapon, however undesignedly, but I could hardly think

otherwise. I suffered unspeakable trouble while I considered and reconsidered whether I should at last

dissolve that spell of my childhood, and tell Joe all the story. For months afterwards, I every day settled the

question finally in the negative, and reopened and reargued it next morning. The contention came, after all, to

this; the secret was such an old one now, had so grown into me and become a part of myself, that I could

not tear it away. In addition to the dread that, having led up to so much mischief, it would be now more likely

than ever to alienate Joe from me if he believed it, I had a further restraining dread that he would not believe

it, but would assort it with the fabulous dogs and vealcutlets as a monstrous invention. However, I

temporized with myself, of course for, was I not wavering between right and wrong, when the thing is

always done? and resolved to make a full disclosure if I should see any such new occasion as a new chance

The Constables, and the Bow Street men from London for, this happened in the days of the extinct

redwaistcoated police were about the house for a week or two, and did pretty much what I have heard and

read of like authorities doing in other such cases. They took up several obviously wrong people, and they ran

their heads very hard against wrong ideas, and persisted in trying to fit the circumstances to the ideas, instead

of trying to extract ideas from the circumstances. Also, they stood about the door of the Jolly Bargemen, with

knowing and reserved looks that filled the whole neighbourhood with admiration; and they had a mysterious

manner of taking their drink, that was almost as good as taking the culprit. But not quite, for they never did it.

Long after these constitutional powers had dispersed, my sister lay very ill in bed. Her sight was disturbed, so

that she saw objects multiplied, and grasped at visionary teacups and wineglasses instead of the realities; her

hearing was greatly impaired; her memory also; and her speech was unintelligible. When, at last, she came

round so far as to be helped downstairs, it was still necessary to keep my slate always by her, that she might

indicate in writing what she could not indicate in speech. As she was (very bad handwriting apart) a more

than indifferent speller, and as Joe was a more than indifferent reader, extraordinary complications arose

between them, which I was always called in to solve. The administration of mutton instead of medicine, the

substitution of Tea for Joe, and the baker for bacon, were among the mildest of my own mistakes.

However, her temper was greatly improved, and she was patient. A tremulous uncertainty of the action of all

her limbs soon became a part of her regular state, and afterwards, at intervals of two or three months, she

would often put her hands to her head, and would then remain for about a week at a time in some gloomy

aberration of mind. We were at a loss to find a suitable attendant for her, until a circumstance happened

conveniently to relieve us. Mr. Wopsle's greataunt conquered a confirmed habit of living into which she had

It may have been about a month after my sister's reappearance in the kitchen, when Biddy came to us with a

small speckled box containing the whole of her worldly effects, and became a blessing to the household.

Above all, she was a blessing to Joe, for the dear old fellow was sadly cut up by the constant contemplation

of the wreck of his wife, and had been accustomed, while attending on her of an evening, to turn to me every

now and then and say, with his blue eyes moistened, "Such a fine figure of a woman as she once were, Pip!"

Biddy instantly taking the cleverest charge of her as though she had studied her from infancy, Joe became

able in some sort to appreciate the greater quiet of his life, and to get down to the Jolly Bargemen now and

then for a change that did him good. It was characteristic of the police people that they had all more or less

suspected poor Joe (though he never knew it), and that they had to a man concurred in regarding him as one

Biddy's first triumph in her new office, was to solve a difficulty that had completely vanquished me. I had

Again and again and again, my sister had traced upon the slate, a character that looked like a curious T, and

then with the utmost eagerness had called our attention to it as something she particularly wanted. I had in

vain tried everything producible that began with a T, from tar to toast and tub. At length it had come into my

head that the sign looked like a hammer, and on my lustily calling that word in my sister's ear, she had begun

to hammer on the table and had expressed a qualified assent. Thereupon, I had brought in all our hammers,

one after another, but without avail. Then I bethought me of a crutch, the shape being much the same, and I

borrowed one in the village, and displayed it to my sister with considerable confidence. But she shook her

head to that extent when she was shown it, that we were terrified lest in her weak and shattered state she

When my sister found that Biddy was very quick to understand her, this mysterious sign reappeared on the

slate. Biddy looked thoughtfully at it, heard my explanation, looked thoughtfully at my sister, looked

thoughtfully at Joe (who was always represented on the slate by his initial letter), and ran into the forge,

"Why, of course!" cried Biddy, with an exultant face. "Don't you see? It's him!"

Orlick, without a doubt! She had lost his name, and could only signify him by his hammer. We told him why

we wanted him to come into the kitchen, and he slowly laid down his hammer, wiped his brow with his arm,

took another wipe at it with his apron, and came slouching out, with a curious loose vagabond bend in the

I confess that I expected to see my sister denounce him, and that I was disappointed by the different result.

She manifested the greatest anxiety to be on good terms with him, was evidently much pleased by his being

at length produced, and motioned that she would have him given something to drink. She watched his

countenance as if she were particularly wishful to be assured that he took kindly to his reception, she showed

every possible desire to conciliate him, and there was an air of humble propitiation in all she did, such as I

have seen pervade the bearing of a child towards a hard master. After that day, a day rarely passed without

her drawing the hammer on her slate, and without Orlick's slouching in and standing doggedly before her, as

I now fell into a regular routine of apprenticeship life, which was varied, beyond the limits of the village and

the marshes, by no more remarkable circumstance than the arrival of my birthday and my paying another visit

to Miss Havisham. I found Miss Sarah Pocket still on duty at the gate, I found Miss Havisham just as I had

left her, and she spoke of Estella in the very same way, if not in the very same words. The interview lasted

but a few minutes, and she gave me a guinea when I was going, and told me to come again on my next

birthday. I may mention at once that this became an annual custom. I tried to decline taking the guinea on the

first occasion, but with no better effect than causing her to ask me very angrily, if I expected more? Then, and

So unchanging was the dull old house, the yellow light in the darkened room, the faded spectre in the chair by

the dressingtable glass, that I felt as if the stopping of the clocks had stopped Time in that mysterious place,

and, while I and everything else outside it grew older, it stood still. Daylight never entered the house as to my

thoughts and remembrances of it, any more than as to the actual fact. It bewildered me, and under its

Imperceptibly I became conscious of a change in Biddy, however. Her shoes came up at the heel, her hair

grew bright and neat, her hands were always clean. She was not beautiful she was common, and could not

be like Estella but she was pleasant and wholesome and sweettempered. She had not been with us more

than a year (I remember her being newly out of mourning at the time it struck me), when I observed to myself

one evening that she had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.

It came of my lifting up my own eyes from a task I was poring at writing some passages from a book, to

improve myself in two ways at once by a sort of stratagem and seeing Biddy observant of what I was about.

"Biddy," said I, "how do you manage it? Either I am very stupid, or you are very clever."

She managed our whole domestic life, and wonderfully too; but I did not mean that, though that made what I

"How do you manage, Biddy," said I, "to learn everything that I learn, and always to keep up with me?" I was

beginning to be rather vain of my knowledge, for I spent my birthday guineas on it, and set aside the greater

part of my pocketmoney for similar investment; though I have no doubt, now, that the little I knew was

"No; because when I come in from the forge of a night, any one can see me turning to at it. But you never

"I suppose I must catch it like a cough," said Biddy, quietly; and went on with her sewing.

Pursuing my idea as I leaned back in my wooden chair and looked at Biddy sewing away with her head on

one side, I began to think her rather an extraordinary girl. For, I called to mind now, that she was equally

accomplished in the terms of our trade, and the names of our different sorts of work, and our various tools. In

short, whatever I knew, Biddy knew. Theoretically, she was already as good a blacksmith as I, or better.

"You are one of those, Biddy," said I, "who make the most of every chance. You never had a chance before

Biddy looked at me for an instant, and went on with her sewing. "I was your first teacher though; wasn't I?"

"No I am not," said Biddy, looking up and laughing. "What put that in your head?"

What could have put it in my head, but the glistening of a tear as it dropped on her work? I sat silent,

recalling what a drudge she had been until Mr. Wopsle's greataunt successfully overcame that bad habit of

living, so highly desirable to be got rid of by some people. I recalled the hopeless circumstances by which she

had been surrounded in the miserable little shop and the miserable little noisy evening school, with that

miserable old bundle of incompetence always to be dragged and shouldered. I reflected that even in those

untoward times there must have been latent in Biddy what was now developing, for, in my first uneasiness

and discontent I had turned to her for help, as a matter of course. Biddy sat quietly sewing, shedding no more

tears, and while I looked at her and thought about it all, it occurred to me that perhaps I had not been

sufficiently grateful to Biddy. I might have been too reserved, and should have patronized her more (though I

"Yes, Biddy," I observed, when I had done turning it over, "you were my first teacher, and that at a time

"Ah, poor thing!" replied Biddy. It was like her selfforgetfulness, to transfer the remark to my sister, and to

"Well!" said I, "we must talk together a little more, as we used to do. And I must consult you a little more, as

I used to do. Let us have a quiet walk on the marshes next Sunday, Biddy, and a long chat."

My sister was never left alone now; but Joe more than readily undertook the care of her on that Sunday

afternoon, and Biddy and I went out together. It was summertime, and lovely weather. When we had passed

the village and the church and the churchyard, and were out on the marshes and began to see the sails of the

ships as they sailed on, I began to combine Miss Havisham and Estella with the prospect, in my usual way.

When we came to the riverside and sat down on the bank, with the water rippling at our feet, making it all

more quiet than it would have been without that sound, I resolved that it was a good time and place for the

"Biddy," said I, with some severity, "I have particular reasons for wanting to be a gentleman."

"Biddy," I exclaimed, impatiently, "I am not at all happy as I am. I am disgusted with my calling and with my

"Was I absurd?" said Biddy, quietly raising her eyebrows; "I am sorry for that; I didn't mean to be. I only

"Well then, understand once for all that I never shall or can be comfortable or anything but miserable

there, Biddy! unless I can lead a very different sort of life from the life I lead now."

Now, I too had so often thought it a pity, that, in the singular kind of quarrel with myself which I was always

carrying on, I was half inclined to shed tears of vexation and distress when Biddy gave utterance to her

sentiment and my own. I told her she was right, and I knew it was much to be regretted, but still it was not to

"If I could have settled down," I said to Biddy, plucking up the short grass within reach, much as I had once

upon a time pulled my feelings out of my hair and kicked them into the brewery wall: "if I could have settled

down and been but half as fond of the forge as I was when I was little, I know it would have been much better

for me. You and I and Joe would have wanted nothing then, and Joe and I would perhaps have gone partners

when I was out of my time, and I might even have grown up to keep company with you, and we might have

sat on this very bank on a fine Sunday, quite different people. I should have been good enough for you;

Biddy sighed as she looked at the ships sailing on, and returned for answer, "Yes; I am not overparticular."

"Instead of that," said I, plucking up more grass and chewing a blade or two, "see how I am going on.

Dissatisfied, and uncomfortable, and what would it signify to me, being coarse and common, if nobody had

Biddy turned her face suddenly towards mine, and looked far more attentively at me than she had looked at

"It was neither a very true nor a very polite thing to say," she remarked, directing her eyes to the ships again.

I was disconcerted, for I had broken away without quite seeing where I was going to. It was not to be shuffled

off now, however, and I answered, "The beautiful young lady at Miss Havisham's, and she's more beautiful

than anybody ever was, and I admire her dreadfully, and I want to be a gentleman on her account." Having

made this lunatic confession, I began to throw my tornup grass into the river, as if I had some thoughts of

"Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain her over?" Biddy quietly asked me, after a pause.

"Because, if it is to spite her," Biddy pursued, "I should think but you know best that might be better and

more independently done by caring nothing for her words. And if it is to gain her over, I should think but

Exactly what I myself had thought, many times. Exactly what was perfectly manifest to me at the moment.

But how could I, a poor dazed village lad, avoid that wonderful inconsistency into which the best and wisest

In short, I turned over on my face when I came to that, and got a good grasp on the hair on each side of my

head, and wrenched it well. All the while knowing the madness of my heart to be so very mad and misplaced,

that I was quite conscious it would have served my face right, if I had lifted it up by my hair, and knocked it

Biddy was the wisest of girls, and she tried to reason no more with me. She put her hand, which was a

comfortable hand though roughened by work, upon my hands, one after another, and gently took them out of

my hair. Then she softly patted my shoulder in a soothing way, while with my face upon my sleeve I cried a

little exactly as I had done in the brewery yard and felt vaguely convinced that I was very much illused

"I am glad of one thing," said Biddy, "and that is, that you have felt you could give me your confidence, Pip.

And I am glad of another thing, and that is, that of course you know you may depend upon my keeping it and

always so far deserving it. If your first teacher (dear! such a poor one, and so much in need of being taught

herself!) had been your teacher at the present time, she thinks she knows what lesson she would set. But It

would be a hard one to learn, and you have got beyond her, and it's of no use now." So, with a quiet sigh for

me, Biddy rose from the bank, and said, with a fresh and pleasant change of voice, "Shall we walk a little

"Biddy," I cried, getting up, putting my arm round her neck, and giving her a kiss, "I shall always tell you

"You know I never shall be, so that's always. Not that I have any occasion to tell you anything, for you know

"Ah!" said Biddy, quite in a whisper, as she looked away at the ships. And then repeated, with her former

I said to Biddy we would walk a little further, and we did so, and the summer afternoon toned down into the

summer evening, and it was very beautiful. I began to consider whether I was not more naturally and

wholesomely situated, after all, in these circumstances, than playing beggar my neighbour by candlelight in

the room with the stopped clocks, and being despised by Estella. I thought it would be very good for me if I

could get her out of my head, with all the rest of those remembrances and fancies, and could go to work

determined to relish what I had to do, and stick to it, and make the best of it. I asked myself the question

whether I did not surely know that if Estella were beside me at that moment instead of Biddy, she would

make me miserable? I was obliged to admit that I did know it for a certainty, and I said to myself, "Pip, what

We talked a good deal as we walked, and all that Biddy said seemed right. Biddy was never insulting, or

capricious, or Biddy today and somebody else tomorrow; she would have derived only pain, and no

pleasure, from giving me pain; she would far rather have wounded her own breast than mine. How could it

"Biddy," said I, when we were walking homeward, "I wish you could put me right."

"If I could only get myself to fall in love with you you don't mind my speaking so openly to such an old

It did not appear quite so unlikely to me that evening, as it would have done if we had discussed it a few

hours before. I therefore observed I was not quite sure of that. But Biddy said she was, and she said it

decisively. In my heart I believed her to be right; and yet I took it rather ill, too, that she should be so positive

When we came near the churchyard, we had to cross an embankment, and get over a stile near a sluice gate.

There started up, from the gate, or from the rushes, or from the ooze (which was quite in his stagnant way),

This penalty of being jiggered was a favourite supposititious case of his. He attached no definite meaning to

the word that I am aware of, but used it, like his own pretended Christian name, to affront mankind, and

convey an idea of something savagely damaging. When I was younger, I had had a general belief that if he

had jiggered me personally, he would have done it with a sharp and twisted hook.

Biddy was much against his going with us, and said to me in a whisper, "Don't let him come; I don't like

him." As I did not like him either, I took the liberty of saying that we thanked him, but we didn't want seeing

home. He received that piece of information with a yell of laughter, and dropped back, but came slouching

Curious to know whether Biddy suspected him of having had a hand in that murderous attack of which my

sister had never been able to give any account, I asked her why she did not like him.

"Oh!" she replied, glancing over her shoulder as he slouched after us, "because I I am afraid he likes me."

"No," said Biddy, glancing over her shoulder again, "he never told me so; but he dances at me, whenever he

However novel and peculiar this testimony of attachment, I did not doubt the accuracy of the interpretation. I

was very hot indeed upon Old Orlick's daring to admire her; as hot as if it were an outrage on myself.

"No, Biddy, it makes no difference to me; only I don't like it; I don't approve of it."

"Exactly," said I; "but I must tell you I should have no opinion of you, Biddy, if he danced at you with your

I kept an eye on Orlick after that night, and, whenever circumstances were favourable to his dancing at

Biddy, got before him, to obscure that demonstration. He had struck root in Joe's establishment, by reason of

my sister's sudden fancy for him, or I should have tried to get him dismissed. He quite understood and

And now, because my mind was not confused enough before, I complicated its confusion fifty thousandfold,

by having states and seasons when I was clear that Biddy was immeasurably better than Estella, and that the

plain honest working life to which I was born, had nothing in it to be ashamed of, but offered me sufficient

means of selfrespect and happiness. At those times, I would decide conclusively that my disaffection to dear

old Joe and the forge, was gone, and that I was growing up in a fair way to be partners with Joe and to keep

company with Biddy when all in a moment some confounding remembrance of the Havisham days would

fall upon me, like a destructive missile, and scatter my wits again. Scattered wits take a long time picking up;

and often, before I had got them well together, they would be dispersed in all directions by one stray thought,

that perhaps after all Miss Havisham was going to make my fortune when my time was out.

If my time had run out, it would have left me still at the height of my perplexities, I dare say. It never did run

It was in the fourth year of my apprenticeship to Joe, and it was a Saturday night. There was a group

assembled round the fire at the Three Jolly Bargemen, attentive to Mr. Wopsle as he read the newspaper

A highly popular murder had been committed, and Mr. Wopsle was imbrued in blood to the eyebrows. He

gloated over every abhorrent adjective in the description, and identified himself with every witness at the

Inquest. He faintly moaned, "I am done for," as the victim, and he barbarously bellowed, "I'll serve you out,"

as the murderer. He gave the medical testimony, in pointed imitation of our local practitioner; and he piped

and shook, as the aged turnpikekeeper who had heard blows, to an extent so very paralytic as to suggest a

doubt regarding the mental competency of that witness. The coroner, in Mr. Wopsle's hands, became Timon

of Athens; the beadle, Coriolanus. He enjoyed himself thoroughly, and we all enjoyed ourselves, and were

delightfully comfortable. In this cozy state of mind we came to the verdict Wilful Murder.

Then, and not sooner, I became aware of a strange gentleman leaning over the back of the settle opposite me,

looking on. There was an expression of contempt on his face, and he bit the side of a great forefinger as he

"Well!" said the stranger to Mr. Wopsle, when the reading was done, "you have settled it all to your own

Everybody started and looked up, as if it were the murderer. He looked at everybody coldly and sarcastically.

"Sir," returned Mr. Wopsle, "without having the honour of your acquaintance, I do say Guilty." Upon this, we

"I know you do," said the stranger; "I knew you would. I told you so. But now I'll ask you a question. Do you

know, or do you not know, that the law of England supposes every man to be innocent, until he is proved

"Come!" said the stranger, biting his forefinger at him. "Don't evade the question. Either you know it, or you

He stood with his head on one side and himself on one side, in a bullying interrogative manner, and he threw

"Certainly you know it. Then why didn't you say so at first? Now, I'll ask you another question;" taking

possession of Mr. Wopsle, as if he had a right to him. "Do you know that none of these witnesses have yet

"What? You won't answer the question, yes or no? Now, I'll try you again." Throwing his finger at him again.

"Attend to me. Are you aware, or are you not aware, that none of these witnesses have yet been

Mr. Wopsle hesitated, and we all began to conceive rather a poor opinion of him.

"Come!" said the stranger, "I'll help you. You don't deserve help, but I'll help you. Look at that paper you

"Is it," pursued the stranger in his most sarcastic and suspicious manner, "the printed paper you have just

"Undoubtedly. Now, turn to that paper, and tell me whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said

"Never mind what you read just now, sir; I don't ask you what you read just now. You may read the Lord's

Prayer backwards, if you like and, perhaps, have done it before today. Turn to the paper. No, no, no my

friend; not to the top of the column; you know better than that; to the bottom, to the bottom." (We all began to

"Now, follow that passage with your eye, and tell me whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly

said that he was instructed by his legal advisers wholly to reserve his defence? Come! Do you make that of

"Not the exact words!" repeated the gentleman, bitterly. "Is that the exact substance?"

"Yes," repeated the stranger, looking round at the rest of the company with his right hand extended towards

the witness, Wopsle. "And now I ask you what you say to the conscience of that man who, with that passage

before his eyes, can lay his head upon his pillow after having pronounced a fellowcreature guilty, unheard?"

We all began to suspect that Mr. Wopsle was not the man we had thought him, and that he was beginning to

"And that same man, remember," pursued the gentleman, throwing his finger at Mr. Wopsle heavily; "that

same man might be summoned as a juryman upon this very trial, and, having thus deeply committed himself,

might return to the bosom of his family and lay his head upon his pillow, after deliberately swearing that he

would well and truly try the issue joined between Our Sovereign Lord the King and the prisoner at the bar,

We were all deeply persuaded that the unfortunate Wopsle had gone too far, and had better stop in his

The strange gentleman, with an air of authority not to be disputed, and with a manner expressive of knowing

something secret about every one of us that would effectually do for each individual if he chose to disclose it,

left the back of the settle, and came into the space between the two settles, in front of the fire, where he

remained standing: his left hand in his pocket, and he biting the forefinger of his right.

"From information I have received," said he, looking round at us as we all quailed before him, "I have reason

to believe there is a blacksmith among you, by name Joseph or Joe Gargery. Which is the man?"

"You have an apprentice," pursued the stranger, "commonly known as Pip? Is he here?"

The stranger did not recognize me, but I recognized him as the gentleman I had met on the stairs, on the

occasion of my second visit to Miss Havisham. I had known him the moment I saw him looking over the

settle, and now that I stood confronting him with his hand upon my shoulder, I checked off again in detail, his

large head, his dark complexion, his deepset eyes, his bushy black eyebrows, his large watchchain, his

strong black dots of beard and whisker, and even the smell of scented soap on his great hand.

"I wish to have a private conference with you two," said he, when he had surveyed me at his leisure. "It will

take a little time. Perhaps we had better go to your place of residence. I prefer not to anticipate my

communication here; you will impart as much or as little of it as you please to your friends afterwards; I have

Amidst a wondering silence, we three walked out of the Jolly Bargemen, and in a wondering silence walked

home. While going along, the strange gentleman occasionally looked at me, and occasionally bit the side of

his finger. As we neared home, Joe vaguely acknowledging the occasion as an impressive and ceremonious

one, went on ahead to open the front door. Our conference was held in the state parlour, which was feebly

It began with the strange gentleman's sitting down at the table, drawing the candle to him, and looking over

some entries in his pocketbook. He then put up the pocketbook and set the candle a little aside: after

"My name," he said, "is Jaggers, and I am a lawyer in London. I am pretty well known. I have unusual

business to transact with you, and I commence by explaining that it is not of my originating. If my advice had

been asked, I should not have been here. It was not asked, and you see me here. What I have to do as the

Finding that he could not see us very well from where he sat, he got up, and threw one leg over the back of a

chair and leaned upon it; thus having one foot on the seat of the chair, and one foot on the ground.

"Now, Joseph Gargery, I am the bearer of an offer to relieve you of this young fellow your apprentice. You

would not object to cancel his indentures, at his request and for his good? You would want nothing for so

"Lord forbid that I should want anything for not standing in Pip's way," said Joe, staring.

"Lord forbidding is pious, but not to the purpose," returned Mr Jaggers. "The question is, Would you want

I thought Mr. Jaggers glanced at Joe, as if he considered him a fool for his disinterestedness. But I was too

"Very well," said Mr. Jaggers. "Recollect the admission you have made, and don't try to go from it presently."

"Bear in mind then, that Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better. Bear that in mind, will you?" repeated

Mr. Jaggers, shutting his eyes and nodding his head at Joe, as if he were forgiving him something. "Now, I

return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations."

"I am instructed to communicate to him," said Mr. Jaggers, throwing his finger at me sideways, "that he will

come into a handsome property. Further, that it is the desire of the present possessor of that property, that he

be immediately removed from his present sphere of life and from this place, and be brought up as a

My dream was out; my wild fancy was surpassed by sober reality; Miss Havisham was going to make my

"Now, Mr. Pip," pursued the lawyer, "I address the rest of what I have to say, to you. You are to understand,

first, that it is the request of the person from whom I take my instructions, that you always bear the name of

Pip. You will have no objection, I dare say, to your great expectations being encumbered with that easy

My heart was beating so fast, and there was such a singing in my ears, that I could scarcely stammer I had no

"I should think not! Now you are to understand, secondly, Mr. Pip, that the name of the person who is your

liberal benefactor remains a profound secret, until the person chooses to reveal it. I am empowered to

mention that it is the intention of the person to reveal it at first hand by word of mouth to yourself. When or

where that intention may be carried out, I cannot say; no one can say. It may be years hence. Now, you are

distinctly to understand that you are most positively prohibited from making any inquiry on this head, or any

allusion or reference, however distant, to any individual whomsoever as the individual, in all the

communications you may have with me. If you have a suspicion in your own breast, keep that suspicion in

your own breast. It is not the least to the purpose what the reasons of this prohibition are; they may be the

strongest and gravest reasons, or they may be mere whim. This is not for you to inquire into. The condition is

laid down. Your acceptance of it, and your observance of it as binding, is the only remaining condition that I

am charged with, by the person from whom I take my instructions, and for whom I am not otherwise

responsible. That person is the person from whom you derive your expectations, and the secret is solely held

by that person and by me. Again, not a very difficult condition with which to encumber such a rise in fortune;

but if you have any objection to it, this is the time to mention it. Speak out."

"I should think not! Now, Mr. Pip, I have done with stipulations." Though he called me Mr. Pip, and began

rather to make up to me, he still could not get rid of a certain air of bullying suspicion; and even now he

occasionally shut his eyes and threw his finger at me while he spoke, as much as to express that he knew all

kinds of things to my disparagement, if he only chose to mention them. "We come next, to mere details of

arrangement. You must know that, although I have used the term "expectations" more than once, you are not

endowed with expectations only. There is already lodged in my hands, a sum of money amply sufficient for

your suitable education and maintenance. You will please consider me your guardian. Oh!" for I was going to

thank him, "I tell you at once, I am paid for my services, or I shouldn't render them. It is considered that you

must be better educated, in accordance with your altered position, and that you will be alive to the importance

"Never mind what you have always longed for, Mr. Pip," he retorted; "keep to the record. If you long for it

now, that's enough. Am I answered that you are ready to be placed at once, under some proper tutor? Is that

"Good. Now, your inclinations are to be consulted. I don't think that wise, mind, but it's my trust. Have you

I had never heard of any tutor but Biddy and Mr. Wopsle's greataunt; so, I replied in the negative.

"There is a certain tutor, of whom I have some knowledge, who I think might suit the purpose," said Mr.

Jaggers. "I don't recommend him, observe; because I never recommend anybody. The gentleman I speak of,

Ah! I caught at the name directly. Miss Havisham's relation. The Matthew whom Mr. and Mrs. Camilla had

spoken of. The Matthew whose place was to be at Miss Havisham's head, when she lay dead, in her bride's

"You know the name?" said Mr. Jaggers, looking shrewdly at me, and then shutting up his eyes while he

"Oh!" said he. "You have heard of the name. But the question is, what do you say of it?"

"No, my young friend!" he interrupted, shaking his great head very slowly. "Recollect yourself!"

Not recollecting myself, I began again that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation

"No, my young friend," he interrupted, shaking his head and frowning and smiling both at once; "no, no, no;

it's very well done, but it won't do; you are too young to fix me with it. Recommendation is not the word, Mr.

Correcting myself, I said that I was much obliged to him for his mention of Mr. Matthew Pocket

"Good. You had better try him in his own house. The way shall be prepared for you, and you can see his son

I said (glancing at Joe, who stood looking on, motionless), that I supposed I could come directly.

"First," said Mr. Jaggers, "you should have some new clothes to come in, and they should not be working

clothes. Say this day week. You'll want some money. Shall I leave you twenty guineas?"

He produced a long purse, with the greatest coolness, and counted them out on the table and pushed them

over to me. This was the first time he had taken his leg from the chair. He sat astride of the chair when he had

"It were understood," said Joe. "And it are understood. And it ever will be similar according."

"But what," said Mr. Jaggers, swinging his purse, "what if it was in my instructions to make you a present, as

Joe laid his hand upon my shoulder with the touch of a woman. I have often thought him since, like the

steamhammer, that can crush a man or pat an eggshell, in his combination of strength with gentleness. "Pip

is that hearty welcome," said Joe, "to go free with his services, to honour and fortun', as no words can tell

him. But if you think as Money can make compensation to me for the loss of the little child what come to

O dear good Joe, whom I was so ready to leave and so unthankful to, I see you again, with your muscular

blacksmith's arm before your eyes, and your broad chest heaving, and your voice dying away. O dear good

faithful tender Joe, I feel the loving tremble of your hand upon my arm, as solemnly this day as if it had been

But I encouraged Joe at the time. I was lost in the mazes of my future fortunes, and could not retrace the

bypaths we had trodden together. I begged Joe to be comforted, for (as he said) we had ever been the best of

friends, and (as I said) we ever would be so. Joe scooped his eyes with his disengaged wrist, as if he were

Mr. Jaggers had looked on at this, as one who recognized in Joe the village idiot, and in me his keeper. When

"Now, Joseph Gargery, I warn you this is your last chance. No half measures with me. If you mean to take a

present that I have it in charge to make you, speak out, and you shall have it. If on the contrary you mean to

say" Here, to his great amazement, he was stopped by Joe's suddenly working round him with every

"Which I meantersay," cried Joe, "that if you come into my place bullbaiting and badgering me, come out!

Which I meantersay as sech if you're a man, come on! Which I meantersay that what I say, I meantersay and

I drew Joe away, and he immediately became placable; merely stating to me, in an obliging manner and as a

polite expostulatory notice to any one whom it might happen to concern, that he were not a going to be

bullbaited and badgered in his own place. Mr. Jaggers had risen when Joe demonstrated, and had backed

near the door. Without evincing any inclination to come in again, he there delivered his valedictory remarks.

"Well, Mr. Pip, I think the sooner you leave here as you are to be a gentleman the better. Let it stand for

this day week, and you shall receive my printed address in the meantime. You can take a hackneycoach at

the stagecoach office in London, and come straight to me. Understand, that I express no opinion, one way or

other, on the trust I undertake. I am paid for undertaking it, and I do so. Now, understand that, finally.

He was throwing his finger at both of us, and I think would have gone on, but for his seeming to think Joe

Something came into my head which induced me to run after him, as he was going down to the Jolly

"I wish to be quite right, Mr. Jaggers, and to keep to your directions; so I thought I had better ask. Would

there be any objection to my taking leave of any one I know, about here, before I go away?"

I thanked him and ran home again, and there I found that Joe had already locked the front door and vacated

the state parlour, and was seated by the kitchen fire with a hand on each knee, gazing intently at the burning

coals. I too sat down before the fire and gazed at the coals, and nothing was said for a long time.

My sister was in her cushioned chair in her corner, and Biddy sat at her needlework before the fire, and Joe

sat next Biddy, and I sat next Joe in the corner opposite my sister. The more I looked into the glowing coals,

the more incapable I became of looking at Joe; the longer the silence lasted, the more unable I felt to speak.

"No, Pip," returned Joe, still looking at the fire, and holding his knees tight, as if he had private information

Biddy dropped her work, and looked at me. Joe held his knees and looked at me. I looked at both of them.

After a pause, they both heartily congratulated me; but there was a certain touch of sadness in their

I took it upon myself to impress Biddy (and through Biddy, Joe) with the grave obligation I considered my

friends under, to know nothing and say nothing about the maker of my fortune. It would all come out in good

time, I observed, and in the meanwhile nothing was to be said, save that I had come into great expectations

from a mysterious patron. Biddy nodded her head thoughtfully at the fire as she took up her work again, and

said she would be very particular; and Joe, still detaining his knees, said, "Ay, ay, I'll be ekervally partickler,

Pip;" and then they congratulated me again, and went on to express so much wonder at the notion of my

Infinite pains were then taken by Biddy to convey to my sister some idea of what had happened. To the best

of my belief, those efforts entirely failed. She laughed and nodded her head a great many times, and even

repeated after Biddy, the words "Pip" and "Property." But I doubt if they had more meaning in them than an

I never could have believed it without experience, but as Joe and Biddy became more at their cheerful ease

again, I became quite gloomy. Dissatisfied with my fortune, of course I could not be; but it is possible that I

Anyhow, I sat with my elbow on my knee and my face upon my hand, looking into the fire, as those two

talked about my going away, and about what they should do without me, and all that. And whenever I caught

one of them looking at me, though never so pleasantly (and they often looked at me particularly Biddy), I

felt offended: as if they were expressing some mistrust of me. Though Heaven knows they never did by word

At those times I would get up and look out at the door; for, our kitchen door opened at once upon the night,

and stood open on summer evenings to air the room. The very stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am

afraid I took to be but poor and humble stars for glittering on the rustic objects among which I had passed my

"Saturday night," said I, when we sat at our supper of breadandcheese and beer. "Five more days, and then

"Yes, Pip," observed Joe, whose voice sounded hollow in his beer mug. "They'll soon go."

"I have been thinking, Joe, that when I go down town on Monday, and order my new clothes, I shall tell the

tailor that I'll come and put them on there, or that I'll have them sent to Mr. Pumblechook's. It would be very

"Mr. and Mrs. Hubble might like to see you in your new genteel figure too, Pip," said Joe, industriously

cutting his bread, with his cheese on it, in the palm of his left hand, and glancing at my untasted supper as if

he thought of the time when we used to compare slices. "So might Wopsle. And the Jolly Bargemen might

"That's just what I don't want, Joe. They would make such a business of it such a coarse and common

Biddy asked me here, as she sat holding my sister's plate, "Have you thought about when you'll show yourself

to Mr. Gargery, and your sister, and me? You will show yourself to us; won't you?"

"Biddy," I returned with some resentment, "you are so exceedingly quick that it's difficult to keep up with

"If you had waited another moment, Biddy, you would have heard me say that I shall bring my clothes here in

Biddy said no more. Handsomely forgiving her, I soon exchanged an affectionate goodnight with her and

Joe, and went up to bed. When I got into my little room, I sat down and took a long look at it, as a mean little

room that I should soon be parted from and raised above, for ever, It was furnished with fresh young

remembrances too, and even at the same moment I fell into much the same confused division of mind

between it and the better rooms to which I was going, as I had been in so often between the forge and Miss

The sun had been shining brightly all day on the roof of my attic, and the room was warm. As I put the

window open and stood looking out, I saw Joe come slowly forth at the dark door below, and take a turn or

two in the air; and then I saw Biddy come, and bring him a pipe and light it for him. He never smoked so late,

and it seemed to hint to me that he wanted comforting, for some reason or other.

He presently stood at the door immediately beneath me, smoking his pipe, and Biddy stood there too, quietly

talking to him, and I knew that they talked of me, for I heard my name mentioned in an endearing tone by

both of them more than once. I would not have listened for more, if I could have heard more: so, I drew away

from the window, and sat down in my one chair by the bedside, feeling it very sorrowful and strange that this

Looking towards the open window, I saw light wreaths from Joe's pipe floating there, and I fancied it was

like a blessing from Joe not obtruded on me or paraded before me, but pervading the air we shared together.

I put my light out, and crept into bed; and it was an uneasy bed now, and I never slept the old sound sleep in

Morning made a considerable difference in my general prospect of Life, and brightened it so much that it

scarcely seemed the same. What lay heaviest on my mind, was, the consideration that six days intervened

between me and the day of departure; for, I could not divest myself of a misgiving that something might

happen to London in the meanwhile, and that, when I got there, it would be either greatly deteriorated or

Joe and Biddy were very sympathetic and pleasant when I spoke of our approaching separation; but they only

referred to it when I did. After breakfast, Joe brought out my indentures from the press in the best parlour,

and we put them in the fire, and I felt that I was free. With all the novelty of my emancipation on me, I went

to church with Joe, and thought, perhaps the clergyman wouldn't have read that about the rich man and the

After our early dinner I strolled out alone, purposing to finish off the marshes at once, and get them done

with. As I passed the church, I felt (as I had felt during service in the morning) a sublime compassion for the

poor creatures who were destined to go there, Sunday after Sunday, all their lives through, and to lie

obscurely at last among the low green mounds. I promised myself that I would do something for them one of

these days, and formed a plan in outline for bestowing a dinner of roastbeef and plumpudding, a pint of ale,

If I had often thought before, with something allied to shame, of my companionship with the fugitive whom I

had once seen limping among those graves, what were my thoughts on this Sunday, when the place recalled

the wretch, ragged and shivering, with his felon iron and badge! My comfort was, that it happened a long

time ago, and that he had doubtless been transported a long way off, and that he was dead to me, and might

No more low wet grounds, no more dykes and sluices, no more of these grazing cattle though they seemed,

in their dull manner, to wear a more respectful air now, and to face round, in order that they might stare as

long as possible at the possessor of such great expectations farewell, monotonous acquaintances of my

childhood, henceforth I was for London and greatness: not for smith's work in general and for you! I made

my exultant way to the old Battery, and, lying down there to consider the question whether Miss Havisham

When I awoke, I was much surprised to find Joe sitting beside me, smoking his pipe. He greeted me with a

"You may be sure, dear Joe," I went on, after we had shaken hands, "that I shall never forget you."

"No, no, Pip!" said Joe, in a comfortable tone, "I'm sure of that. Ay, ay, old chap! Bless you, it were only

necessary to get it well round in a man's mind, to be certain on it. But it took a bit of time to get it well round,

Somehow, I was not best pleased with Joe's being so mightily secure of me. I should have liked him to have

betrayed emotion, or to have said, "It does you credit, Pip," or something of that sort. Therefore, I made no

remark on Joe's first head: merely saying as to his second, that the tidings had indeed come suddenly, but that

I had always wanted to be a gentleman, and had often and often speculated on what I would do, if I were one.

"It's a pity now, Joe," said I, "that you did not get on a little more, when we had our lessons here; isn't it?"

"Well, I don't know," returned Joe. "I'm so awful dull. I'm only master of my own trade. It were always a pity

as I was so awful dull; but it's no more of a pity now, than it was this day twelvemonth don't you see?"

What I had meant was, that when I came into my property and was able to do something for Joe, it would

have been much more agreeable if he had been better qualified for a rise in station. He was so perfectly

innocent of my meaning, however, that I thought I would mention it to Biddy in preference.

So, when we had walked home and had had tea, I took Biddy into our little garden by the side of the lane,

and, after throwing out in a general way for the elevation of her spirits, that I should never forget her, said I

"And it is, Biddy," said I, "that you will not omit any opportunity of helping Joe on, a little."

"Well! Joe is a dear good fellow in fact, I think he is the dearest fellow that ever lived but he is rather

Although I was looking at Biddy as I spoke, and although she opened her eyes very wide when I had spoken,

"Oh, his manners! won't his manners do, then?" asked Biddy, plucking a blackcurrant leaf.

"Oh! they do very well here?" interrupted Biddy, looking closely at the leaf in her hand.

"Hear me out but if I were to remove Joe into a higher sphere, as I shall hope to remove him when I fully

It was such a very provoking question (for it had never in the most distant manner occurred to me), that I

Biddy having rubbed the leaf to pieces between her hands and the smell of a blackcurrant bush has ever

since recalled to me that evening in the little garden by the side of the lane said, "Have you never

"Oh! there are many kinds of pride," said Biddy, looking full at me and shaking her head; "pride is not all of

"Not all of one kind," resumed Biddy. "He may be too proud to let any one take him out of a place that he is

competent to fill, and fills well and with respect. To tell you the truth, I think he is: though it sounds bold in

"Now, Biddy," said I, "I am very sorry to see this in you. I did not expect to see this in you. You are envious,

Biddy, and grudging. You are dissatisfied on account of my rise in fortune, and you can't help showing it."

"If you have the heart to think so," returned Biddy, "say so. Say so over and over again, if you have the heart

"If you have the heart to be so, you mean, Biddy," said I, in a virtuous and superior tone; "don't put it off

upon me. I am very sorry to see it, and it's a it's a bad side of human nature. I did intend to ask you to use

any little opportunities you might have after I was gone, of improving dear Joe. But after this, I ask you

nothing. I am extremely sorry to see this in you, Biddy," I repeated. "It's a it's a bad side of human nature."

"Whether you scold me or approve of me," returned poor Biddy, "you may equally depend upon my trying to

do all that lies in my power, here, at all times. And whatever opinion you take away of me, shall make no

difference in my remembrance of you. Yet a gentleman should not be unjust neither," said Biddy, turning

I again warmly repeated that it was a bad side of human nature (in which sentiment, waiving its application, I

have since seen reason to think I was right), and I walked down the little path away from Biddy, and Biddy

went into the house, and I went out at the garden gate and took a dejected stroll until suppertime; again

feeling it very sorrowful and strange that this, the second night of my bright fortunes, should be as lonely and

But, morning once more brightened my view, and I extended my clemency to Biddy, and we dropped the

subject. Putting on the best clothes I had, I went into town as early as I could hope to find the shops open, and

presented myself before Mr. Trabb, the tailor: who was having his breakfast in the parlour behind his shop,

and who did not think it worth his while to come out to me, but called me in to him.

"Well!" said Mr. Trabb, in a hailfellowwellmet kind of way. "How are you, and what can I do for you?"

Mr. Trabb had sliced his hot roll into three feather beds, and was slipping butter in between the blankets, and

covering it up. He was a prosperous old bachelor, and his open window looked into a prosperous little garden

and orchard, and there was a prosperous iron safe let into the wall at the side of his fireplace, and I did not

"Mr. Trabb," said I, "it's an unpleasant thing to have to mention, because it looks like boasting; but I have

A change passed over Mr. Trabb. He forgot the butter in bed, got up from the bedside, and wiped his fingers

"I am going up to my guardian in London," said I, casually drawing some guineas out of my pocket and

looking at them; "and I want a fashionable suit of clothes to go in. I wish to pay for them," I added

"My dear sir," said Mr. Trabb, as he respectfully bent his body, opened his arms, and took the liberty of

touching me on the outside of each elbow, "don't hurt me by mentioning that. May I venture to congratulate

Mr. Trabb's boy was the most audacious boy in all that countryside. When I had entered he was sweeping the

shop, and he had sweetened his labours by sweeping over me. He was still sweeping when I came out into the

shop with Mr. Trabb, and he knocked the broom against all possible corners and obstacles, to express (as I

"Hold that noise," said Mr. Trabb, with the greatest sternness, "or I'll knock your head off! Do me the favour

to be seated, sir. Now, this," said Mr. Trabb, taking down a roll of cloth, and tiding it out in a flowing manner

over the counter, preparatory to getting his hand under it to show the gloss, "is a very sweet article. I can

recommend it for your purpose, sir, because it really is extra super. But you shall see some others. Give me

Number Four, you!" (To the boy, and with a dreadfully severe stare: foreseeing the danger of that miscreant's

Mr. Trabb never removed his stern eye from the boy until he had deposited number four on the counter and

was at a safe distance again. Then, he commanded him to bring number five, and number eight. "And let me

have none of your tricks here," said Mr. Trabb, "or you shall repent it, you young scoundrel, the longest day

Mr. Trabb then bent over number four, and in a sort of deferential confidence recommended it to me as a

light article for summer wear, an article much in vogue among the nobility and gentry, an article that it would

ever be an honour to him to reflect upon a distinguished fellowtownsman's (if he might claim me for a

fellowtownsman) having worn. "Are you bringing numbers five and eight, you vagabond," said Mr. Trabb

to the boy after that, "or shall I kick you out of the shop and bring them myself?"

I selected the materials for a suit, with the assistance of Mr. Trabb's judgment, and reentered the parlour to

be measured. For, although Mr. Trabb had my measure already, and had previously been quite contented with

it, he said apologetically that it "wouldn't do under existing circumstances, sir wouldn't do at all." So, Mr.

Trabb measured and calculated me, in the parlour, as if I were an estate and he the finest species of surveyor,

and gave himself such a world of trouble that I felt that no suit of clothes could possibly remunerate him for

his pains. When he had at last done and had appointed to send the articles to Mr. Pumblechook's on the

Thursday evening, he said, with his hand upon the parlour lock, "I know, sir, that London gentlemen cannot

be expected to patronize local work, as a rule; but if you would give me a turn now and then in the quality of

The last word was flung at the boy, who had not the least notion what it meant. But I saw him collapse as his

master rubbed me out with his hands, and my first decided experience of the stupendous power of money,

After this memorable event, I went to the hatter's, and the bootmaker's, and the hosier's, and felt rather like

Mother Hubbard's dog whose outfit required the services of so many trades. I also went to the coachoffice

and took my place for seven o'clock on Saturday morning. It was not necessary to explain everywhere that I

had come into a handsome property; but whenever I said anything to that effect, it followed that the

officiating tradesman ceased to have his attention diverted through the window by the Highstreet, and

concentrated his mind upon me. When I had ordered everything I wanted, I directed my steps towards

Pumblechook's, and, as I approached that gentleman's place of business, I saw him standing at his door.

He was waiting for me with great impatience. He had been out early in the chaisecart, and had called at the

forge and heard the news. He had prepared a collation for me in the Barnwell parlour, and he too ordered his

"My dear friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, taking me by both hands, when he and I and the collation were

This was coming to the point, and I thought it a sensible way of expressing himself.

"To think," said Mr. Pumblechook, after snorting admiration at me for some moments, "that I should have

I begged Mr. Pumblechook to remember that nothing was to be ever said or hinted, on that point.

"My dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, "if you will allow me to call you so"

I murmured "Certainly," and Mr. Pumblechook took me by both hands again, and communicated a movement

to his waistcoat, which had an emotional appearance, though it was rather low down, "My dear young friend,

rely upon my doing my little all in your absence, by keeping the fact before the mind of Joseph. Joseph!"

said Mr. Pumblechook, in the way of a compassionate adjuration. "Joseph!! Joseph!!!" Thereupon he shook

"But my dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, "you must be hungry, you must be exhausted. Be seated.

Here is a chicken had round from the Boar, here is a tongue had round from the Boar, here's one or two little

things had round from the Boar, that I hope you may not despise. But do I," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting

up again the moment after he had sat down, "see afore me, him as I ever sported with in his times of happy

This May I, meant might he shake hands? I consented, and he was fervent, and then sat down again.

"Here is wine," said Mr. Pumblechook. "Let us drink, Thanks to Fortune, and may she ever pick out her

favourites with equal judgment! And yet I cannot," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, "see afore me

I said he might, and he shook hands with me again, and emptied his glass and turned it upside down. I did the

same; and if I had turned myself upside down before drinking, the wine could not have gone more direct to

Mr. Pumblechook helped me to the liver wing, and to the best slice of tongue (none of those outoftheway

No Thoroughfares of Pork now), and took, comparatively speaking, no care of himself at all. "Ah! poultry,

poultry! You little thought," said Mr. Pumblechook, apostrophizing the fowl in the dish, "when you was a

young fledgling, what was in store for you. You little thought you was to be refreshment beneath this humble

roof for one as Call it a weakness, if you will," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, "but may I? may I

It began to be unnecessary to repeat the form of saying he might, so he did it at once. How he ever did it so

"And your sister," he resumed, after a little steady eating, "which had the honour of bringing you up by hand!

It's a sad picter, to reflect that she's no longer equal to fully understanding the honour. May"

"Ah!" cried Mr. Pumblechook, leaning back in his chair, quite flaccid with admiration, "that's the way you

know 'em, sir!" (I don't know who Sir was, but he certainly was not I, and there was no third person present);

"that's the way you know the nobleminded, sir! Ever forgiving and ever affable. It might," said the servile

Pumblechook, putting down his untasted glass in a hurry and getting up again, "to a common person, have the

When he had done it, he resumed his seat and drank to my sister. "Let us never be blind," said Mr.

At about this time, I began to observe that he was getting flushed in the face; as to myself, I felt all face,

I mentioned to Mr. Pumblechook that I wished to have my new clothes sent to his house, and he was ecstatic

on my so distinguishing him. I mentioned my reason for desiring to avoid observation in the village, and he

lauded it to the skies. There was nobody but himself, he intimated, worthy of my confidence, and in short,

might he? Then he asked me tenderly if I remembered our boyish games at sums, and how we had gone

together to have me bound apprentice, and, in effect, how he had ever been my favourite fancy and my

chosen friend? If I had taken ten times as many glasses of wine as I had, I should have known that he never

had stood in that relation towards me, and should in my heart of hearts have repudiated the idea. Yet for all

that, I remember feeling convinced that I had been much mistaken in him, and that he was a sensible practical

By degrees he fell to reposing such great confidence in me, as to ask my advice in reference to his own

affairs. He mentioned that there was an opportunity for a great amalgamation and monopoly of the corn and

seed trade on those premises, if enlarged, such as had never occurred before in that, or any other

neighbourhood. What alone was wanting to the realization of a vast fortune, he considered to be More

Capital. Those were the two little words, more capital. Now it appeared to him (Pumblechook) that if that

capital were got into the business, through a sleeping partner, sir which sleeping partner would have

nothing to do but walk in, by self or deputy, whenever he pleased, and examine the books and walk in twice

a year and take his profits away in his pocket, to the tune of fifty per cent. it appeared to him that that might

be an opening for a young gentleman of spirit combined with property, which would be worthy of his

attention. But what did I think? He had great confidence in my opinion, and what did I think? I gave it as my

opinion. "Wait a bit!" The united vastness and distinctness of this view so struck him, that he no longer asked

We drank all the wine, and Mr. Pumblechook pledged himself over and over again to keep Joseph up to the

mark (I don't know what mark), and to render me efficient and constant service (I don't know what service).

He also made known to me for the first time in my life, and certainly after having kept his secret wonderfully

well, that he had always said of me, "That boy is no common boy, and mark me, his fortun' will be no

common fortun'." He said with a tearful smile that it was a singular thing to think of now, and I said so too.

Finally, I went out into the air, with a dim perception that there was something unwonted in the conduct of

the sunshine, and found that I had slumberously got to the turnpike without having taken any account of the

There, I was roused by Mr. Pumblechook's hailing me. He was a long way down the sunny street, and was

making expressive gestures for me to stop. I stopped, and he came up breathless.

"No, my dear friend," said he, when he had recovered wind for speech. "Not if I can help it. This occasion

shall not entirely pass without that affability on your part. May I, as an old friend and wellwisher? May

We shook hands for the hundredth time at least, and he ordered a young carter out of my way with the

greatest indignation. Then, he blessed me and stood waving his hand to me until I had passed the crook in the

road; and then I turned into a field and had a long nap under a hedge before I pursued my way home.

I had scant luggage to take with me to London, for little of the little I possessed was adapted to my new

station. But, I began packing that same afternoon, and wildly packed up things that I knew I should want next

So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, passed; and on Friday morning I went to Mr. Pumblechook's, to put

on my new clothes and pay my visit to Miss Havisham. Mr. Pumblechook's own room was given up to me to

dress in, and was decorated with clean towels expressly for the event. My clothes were rather a

disappointment, of course. Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came

in, fell a trifle short of the wearer's expectation. But after I had had my new suit on, some half an hour, and

had gone through an immensity of posturing with Mr. Pumblechook's very limited dressingglass, in the

futile endeavour to see my legs, it seemed to fit me better. It being market morning at a neighbouring town

some ten miles off, Mr. Pumblechook was not at home. I had not told him exactly when I meant to leave, and

was not likely to shake hands with him again before departing. This was all as it should be, and I went out in

my new array: fearfully ashamed of having to pass the shopman, and suspicious after all that I was at a

I went circuitously to Miss Havisham's by all the back ways, and rang at the bell constrainedly, on account of

the stiff long fingers of my gloves. Sarah Pocket came to the gate, and positively reeled back when she saw

me so changed; her walnutshell countenance likewise, turned from brown to green and yellow.

"I am going to London, Miss Pocket," said I, "and want to say goodbye to Miss Havisham."

I was not expected, for she left me locked in the yard, while she went to ask if I were to be admitted. After a

Miss Havisham was taking exercise in the room with the long spread table, leaning on her crutch stick. The

room was lighted as of yore, and at the sound of our entrance, she stopped and turned. She was then just

"I start for London, Miss Havisham, tomorrow," I was exceedingly careful what I said, "and I thought you

"This is a gay figure, Pip," said she, making her crutch stick play round me, as if she, the fairy godmother

"I have come into such good fortune since I saw you last, Miss Havisham," I murmured. "And I am so

"Ay, ay!" said she, looking at the discomfited and envious Sarah, with delight. "I have seen Mr. Jaggers. I

She quite gloated on these questions and answers, so keen was her enjoyment of Sarah Pocket's jealous

dismay. "Well!" she went on; "you have a promising career before you. Be good deserve it and abide by

Mr. Jaggers's instructions." She looked at me, and looked at Sarah, and Sarah's countenance wrung out of her

watchful face a cruel smile. "Goodbye, Pip! you will always keep the name of Pip, you know."

She stretched out her hand, and I went down on my knee and put it to my lips. I had not considered how I

should take leave of her; it came naturally to me at the moment, to do this. She looked at Sarah Pocket with

triumph in her weird eyes, and so I left my fairy godmother, with both her hands on her crutch stick, standing

in the midst of the dimly lighted room beside the rotten bridecake that was hidden in cobwebs.

Sarah Pocket conducted me down, as if I were a ghost who must be seen out. She could not get over my

appearance, and was in the last degree confounded. I said "Goodbye, Miss Pocket;" but she merely stared,

and did not seem collected enough to know that I had spoken. Clear of the house, I made the best of my way

back to Pumblechook's, took off my new clothes, made them into a bundle, and went back home in my older

dress, carrying it to speak the truth much more at my ease too, though I had the bundle to carry.

And now, those six days which were to have run out so slowly, had run out fast and were gone, and

tomorrow looked me in the face more steadily than I could look at it. As the six evenings had dwindled

away, to five, to four, to three, to two, I had become more and more appreciative of the society of Joe and

Biddy. On this last evening, I dressed my self out in my new clothes, for their delight, and sat in my

splendour until bedtime. We had a hot supper on the occasion, graced by the inevitable roast fowl, and we

had some flip to finish with. We were all very low, and none the higher for pretending to be in spirits.

I was to leave our village at five in the morning, carrying my little handportmanteau, and I had told Joe that

I wished to walk away all alone. I am afraid sore afraid that this purpose originated in my sense of the

contrast there would be between me and Joe, if we went to the coach together. I had pretended with myself

that there was nothing of this taint in the arrangement; but when I went up to my little room on this last night,

I felt compelled to admit that it might be so, and had an impulse upon me to go down again and entreat Joe to

All night there were coaches in my broken sleep, going to wrong places instead of to London, and having in

the traces, now dogs, now cats, now pigs, now men never horses. Fantastic failures of journeys occupied

me until the day dawned and the birds were singing. Then, I got up and partly dressed, and sat at the window

Biddy was astir so early to get my breakfast, that, although I did not sleep at the window an hour, I smelt the

smoke of the kitchen fire when I started up with a terrible idea that it must be late in the afternoon. But long

after that, and long after I had heard the clinking of the teacups and was quite ready, I wanted the resolution

to go down stairs. After all, I remained up there, repeatedly unlocking and unstrapping my small portmanteau

and locking and strapping it up again, until Biddy called to me that I was late.

It was a hurried breakfast with no taste in it. I got up from the meal, saying with a sort of briskness, as if it

had only just occurred to me, "Well! I suppose I must be off!" and then I kissed my sister who was laughing

and nodding and shaking in her usual chair, and kissed Biddy, and threw my arms around Joe's neck. Then I

took up my little portmanteau and walked out. The last I saw of them was, when I presently heard a scuffle

behind me, and looking back, saw Joe throwing an old shoe after me and Biddy throwing another old shoe. I

stopped then, to wave my hat, and dear old Joe waved his strong right arm above his head, crying huskily

I walked away at a good pace, thinking it was easier to go than I had supposed it would be, and reflecting that

it would never have done to have had an old shoe thrown after the coach, in sight of all the Highstreet. I

whistled and made nothing of going. But the village was very peaceful and quiet, and the light mists were

solemnly rising, as if to show me the world, and I had been so innocent and little there, and all beyond was so

unknown and great, that in a moment with a strong heave and sob I broke into tears. It was by the fingerpost

at the end of the village, and I laid my hand upon it, and said, "Goodbye O my dear, dear friend!"

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth,

overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before more sorry, more aware of my own

ingratitude, more gentle. If I had cried before, I should have had Joe with me then.

So subdued I was by those tears, and by their breaking out again in the course of the quiet walk, that when I

was on the coach, and it was clear of the town, I deliberated with an aching heart whether I would not get

down when we changed horses and walk back, and have another evening at home, and a better parting. We

changed, and I had not made up my mind, and still reflected for my comfort that it would be quite practicable

to get down and walk back, when we changed again. And while I was occupied with these deliberations, I

would fancy an exact resemblance to Joe in some man coming along the road towards us, and my heart would

We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists

The journey from our town to the metropolis, was a journey of about five hours. It was a little past midday

when the fourhorse stagecoach by which I was a passenger, got into the ravel of traffic frayed out about the

We Britons had at that time particularly settled that it was treasonable to doubt our having and our being the

best of everything: otherwise, while I was scared by the immensity of London, I think I might have had some

Mr. Jaggers had duly sent me his address; it was, Little Britain, and he had written after it on his card, "just

out of Smithfield, and close by the coachoffice." Nevertheless, a hackneycoachman, who seemed to have

as many capes to his greasy greatcoat as he was years old, packed me up in his coach and hemmed me in

with a folding and jingling barrier of steps, as if he were going to take me fifty miles. His getting on his box,

which I remember to have been decorated with an old weatherstained peagreen hammercloth motheaten

into rags, was quite a work of time. It was a wonderful equipage, with six great coronets outside, and ragged

things behind for I don't know how many footmen to hold on by, and a harrow below them, to prevent

I had scarcely had time to enjoy the coach and to think how like a strawyard it was, and yet how like a

ragshop, and to wonder why the horses' nosebags were kept inside, when I observed the coachman

beginning to get down, as if we were going to stop presently. And stop we presently did, in a gloomy street,

"Then it must be a shilling," observed the coachman. "I don't want to get into trouble. I know him!" He darkly

When he had got his shilling, and had in course of time completed the ascent to his box, and had got away

(which appeared to relieve his mind), I went into the front office with my little portmanteau in my hand and

"He is not," returned the clerk. "He is in Court at present. Am I addressing Mr. Pip?"

"Mr. Jaggers left word would you wait in his room. He couldn't say how long he might be, having a case on.

But it stands to reason, his time being valuable, that he won't be longer than he can help."

With those words, the clerk opened a door, and ushered me into an inner chamber at the back. Here, we found

a gentleman with one eye, in a velveteen suit and kneebreeches, who wiped his nose with his sleeve on

I began to say that I hoped I was not interrupting when the clerk shoved this gentleman out with as little

ceremony as I ever saw used, and tossing his fur cap out after him, left me alone.

Mr. Jaggers's room was lighted by a skylight only, and was a most dismal place; the skylight, eccentrically

pitched like a broken head, and the distorted adjoining houses looking as if they had twisted themselves to

peep down at me through it. There were not so many papers about, as I should have expected to see; and there

were some odd objects about, that I should not have expected to see such as an old rusty pistol, a sword in a

scabbard, several strangelooking boxes and packages, and two dreadful casts on a shelf, of faces peculiarly

swollen, and twitchy about the nose. Mr. Jaggers's own highbacked chair was of deadly black horsehair,

with rows of brass nails round it, like a coffin; and I fancied I could see how he leaned back in it, and bit his

forefinger at the clients. The room was but small, and the clients seemed to have had a habit of backing up

against the wall: the wall, especially opposite to Mr. Jaggers's chair, being greasy with shoulders. I recalled,

too, that the oneeyed gentleman had shuffled forth against the wall when I was the innocent cause of his

I sat down in the cliental chair placed over against Mr. Jaggers's chair, and became fascinated by the dismal

atmosphere of the place. I called to mind that the clerk had the same air of knowing something to everybody

else's disadvantage, as his master had. I wondered how many other clerks there were upstairs, and whether

they all claimed to have the same detrimental mastery of their fellowcreatures. I wondered what was the

history of all the odd litter about the room, and how it came there. I wondered whether the two swollen faces

were of Mr. Jaggers's family, and, if he were so unfortunate as to have had a pair of such illlooking

relations, why he stuck them on that dusty perch for the blacks and flies to settle on, instead of giving them a

place at home. Of course I had no experience of a London summer day, and my spirits may have been

oppressed by the hot exhausted air, and by the dust and grit that lay thick on everything. But I sat wondering

and waiting in Mr. Jaggers's close room, until I really could not bear the two casts on the shelf above Mr.

When I told the clerk that I would take a turn in the air while I waited, he advised me to go round the corner

and I should come into Smithfield. So, I came into Smithfield; and the shameful place, being all asmear with

filth and fat and blood and foam, seemed to stick to me. So, I rubbed it off with all possible speed by turning

into a street where I saw the great black dome of Saint Paul's bulging at me from behind a grim stone

building which a bystander said was Newgate Prison. Following the wall of the jail, I found the roadway

covered with straw to deaden the noise of passing vehicles; and from this, and from the quantity of people

standing about, smelling strongly of spirits and beer, I inferred that the trials were on.

While I looked about me here, an exceedingly dirty and partially drunk minister of justice asked me if I

would like to step in and hear a trial or so: informing me that he could give me a front place for

halfacrown, whence I should command a full view of the Lord Chief Justice in his wig and robes

mentioning that awful personage like waxwork, and presently offering him at the reduced price of

eighteenpence. As I declined the proposal on the plea of an appointment, he was so good as to take me into a

yard and show me where the gallows was kept, and also where people were publicly whipped, and then he

showed me the Debtors' Door, out of which culprits came to be hanged: heightening the interest of that

dreadful portal by giving me to understand that "four on 'em" would come out at that door the day after

tomorrow at eight in the morning, to be killed in a row. This was horrible, and gave me a sickening idea of

London: the more so as the Lord Chief Justice's proprietor wore (from his hat down to his boots and up again

to his pockethandkerchief inclusive) mildewed clothes, which had evidently not belonged to him originally,

and which, I took it into my head, he had bought cheap of the executioner. Under these circumstances I

I dropped into the office to ask if Mr. Jaggers had come in yet, and I found he had not, and I strolled out

again. This time, I made the tour of Little Britain, and turned into Bartholomew Close; and now I became

aware that other people were waiting about for Mr. Jaggers, as well as I. There were two men of secret

appearance lounging in Bartholomew Close, and thoughtfully fitting their feet into the cracks of the pavement

as they talked together, one of whom said to the other when they first passed me, that "Jaggers would do it if

it was to be done." There was a knot of three men and two women standing at a corner, and one of the women

was crying on her dirty shawl, and the other comforted her by saying, as she pulled her own shawl over her

shoulders, "Jaggers is for him, 'Melia, and what more could you have?" There was a redeyed little Jew who

came into the Close while I was loitering there, in company with a second little Jew whom he sent upon an

errand; and while the messenger was gone, I remarked this Jew, who was of a highly excitable temperament,

performing a jig of anxiety under a lamppost and accompanying himself, in a kind of frenzy, with the

words, "Oh Jaggerth, Jaggerth, Jaggerth! all otherth ith CagMaggerth, give me Jaggerth!" These testimonies

to the popularity of my guardian made a deep impression on me, and I admired and wondered more than ever.

At length, as I was looking out at the iron gate of Bartholomew Close into Little Britain, I saw Mr. Jaggers

coming across the road towards me. All the others who were waiting, saw him at the same time, and there

was quite a rush at him. Mr. Jaggers, putting a hand on my shoulder and walking me on at his side without

"Now, I have nothing to say to you," said Mr. Jaggers, throwing his finger at them. "I want to know no more

than I know. As to the result, it's a tossup. I told you from the first it was a tossup. Have you paid

"We made the money up this morning, sir," said one of the men, submissively, while the other perused Mr.

"I don't ask you when you made it up, or where, or whether you made it up at all. Has Wemmick got it?"

"Very well; then you may go. Now, I won't have it!" said Mr Jaggers, waving his hand at them to put them

"That's what I told you not to do," said Mr. Jaggers. "You thought! I think for you; that's enough for you. If I

want you, I know where to find you; I don't want you to find me. Now I won't have it. I won't hear a word."

The two men looked at one another as Mr. Jaggers waved them behind again, and humbly fell back and were

"And now you!" said Mr. Jaggers, suddenly stopping, and turning on the two women with the shawls, from

"And do you remember," retorted Mr. Jaggers, "that but for me you wouldn't be here and couldn't be here?"

"Oh yes, sir!" exclaimed both women together. "Lord bless you, sir, well we knows that!"

"Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Jaggers. "Once for all. If you don't know that your Bill's in good hands, I

know it. And if you come here, bothering about your Bill, I'll make an example of both your Bill and you,

"Very well. Then you have done all you have got to do. Say another word one single word and Wemmick

This terrible threat caused the two women to fall off immediately. No one remained now but the excitable

Jew, who had already raised the skirts of Mr. Jaggers's coat to his lips several times.

"I don't know this man!" said Mr. Jaggers, in the same devastating strain: "What does this fellow want?"

The suitor, kissing the hem of the garment again before relinquishing it, replied, "Habraham Latharuth, on

"Holy father, Mithter Jaggerth!" cried my excitable acquaintance, turning white, "don't thay you're again

"Mithter Jaggerth! Half a moment! My hown cuthen'th gone to Mithter Wemmick at thith prethent minute, to

hoffer him hany termth. Mithter Jaggerth! Half a quarter of a moment! If you'd have the condethenthun to be

bought off from the t'other thide at hany thuperior prithe! money no object! Mithter Jaggerth Mithter

My guardian threw his supplicant off with supreme indifference, and left him dancing on the pavement as if it

were redhot. Without further interruption, we reached the front office, where we found the clerk and the

"Here's Mike," said the clerk, getting down from his stool, and approaching Mr. Jaggers confidentially.

"Oh!" said Mr. Jaggers, turning to the man, who was pulling a lock of hair in the middle of his forehead, like

the Bull in Cock Robin pulling at the bellrope; "your man comes on this afternoon. Well?"

"Well, Mas'r Jaggers," returned Mike, in the voice of a sufferer from a constitutional cold; "arter a deal o'

"Well, Mas'r Jaggers," said Mike, wiping his nose on his fur cap this time; "in a general way, anythink."

Mr. Jaggers suddenly became most irate. "Now, I warned you before," said he, throwing his forefinger at the

terrified client, "that if you ever presumed to talk in that way here, I'd make an example of you. You infernal

The client looked scared, but bewildered too, as if he were unconscious what he had done.

"Spooney!" said the clerk, in a low voice, giving him a stir with his elbow. "Soft Head! Need you say it face

"Now, I ask you, you blundering booby," said my guardian, very sternly, "once more and for the last time,

Mike looked hard at my guardian, as if he were trying to learn a lesson from his face, and slowly replied,

"Ayther to character, or to having been in his company and never left him all the night in question."

Mike looked at his cap, and looked at the floor, and looked at the ceiling, and looked at the clerk, and even

looked at me, before beginning to reply in a nervous manner, "We've dressed him up like" when my

The window indicated, was the office window. We all three went to it, behind the wire blind, and presently

saw the client go by in an accidental manner, with a murderouslooking tall individual, in a short suit of

white linen and a paper cap. This guileless confectioner was not by any means sober, and had a black eye in

"Tell him to take his witness away directly," said my guardian to the clerk, in extreme disgust, "and ask him

My guardian then took me into his own room, and while he lunched, standing, from a sandwichbox and a

pocket flask of sherry (he seemed to bully his very sandwich as he ate it), informed me what arrangements he

had made for me. I was to go to "Barnard's Inn," to young Mr. Pocket's rooms, where a bed had been sent in

for my accommodation; I was to remain with young Mr. Pocket until Monday; on Monday I was to go with

him to his father's house on a visit, that I might try how I liked it. Also, I was told what my allowance was to

be it was a very liberal one and had handed to me from one of my guardian's drawers, the cards of certain

tradesmen with whom I was to deal for all kinds of clothes, and such other things as I could in reason want.

"You will find your credit good, Mr. Pip," said my guardian, whose flask of sherry smelt like a whole

caskfull, as he hastily refreshed himself, "but I shall by this means be able to check your bills, and to pull

you up if I find you outrunning the constable. Of course you'll go wrong somehow, but that's no fault of

After I had pondered a little over this encouraging sentiment, I asked Mr. Jaggers if I could send for a coach?

He said it was not worth while, I was so near my destination; Wemmick should walk round with me, if I

I then found that Wemmick was the clerk in the next room. Another clerk was rung down from upstairs to

take his place while he was out, and I accompanied him into the street, after shaking hands with my guardian.

We found a new set of people lingering outside, but Wemmick made a way among them by saying coolly yet

decisively, "I tell you it's no use; he won't have a word to say to one of you;" and we soon got clear of them,

Casting my eyes on Mr. Wemmick as we went along, to see what he was like in the light of day, I found him

to be a dry man, rather short in stature, with a square wooden face, whose expression seemed to have been

imperfectly chipped out with a dulledged chisel. There were some marks in it that might have been dimples,

if the material had been softer and the instrument finer, but which, as it was, were only dints. The chisel had

made three or four of these attempts at embellishment over his nose, but had given them up without an effort

to smooth them off. I judged him to be a bachelor from the frayed condition of his linen, and he appeared to

have sustained a good many bereavements; for, he wore at least four mourning rings, besides a brooch

representing a lady and a weeping willow at a tomb with an urn on it. I noticed, too, that several rings and

seals hung at his watch chain, as if he were quite laden with remembrances of departed friends. He had

glittering eyes small, keen, and black and thin wide mottled lips. He had had them, to the best of my

"Is it a very wicked place?" I asked, more for the sake of saying something than for information.

"You may get cheated, robbed, and murdered, in London. But there are plenty of people anywhere, who'll do

"If there is bad blood between you and them," said I, to soften it off a little.

"Oh! I don't know about bad blood," returned Mr. Wemmick; "there's not much bad blood about. They'll do

He wore his hat on the back of his head, and looked straight before him: walking in a selfcontained way as

if there were nothing in the streets to claim his attention. His mouth was such a postoffice of a mouth that he

had a mechanical appearance of smiling. We had got to the top of Holborn Hill before I knew that it was

"Why, you're a regular crossexaminer!" said Mr. Wemmick, looking at me with an approving air. "Yes, I

There was an air of toleration or depreciation about his utterance of these words, that rather depressed me;

and I was still looking sideways at his block of a face in search of any encouraging note to the text, when he

said here we were at Barnard's Inn. My depression was not alleviated by the announcement, for, I had

supposed that establishment to be an hotel kept by Mr. Barnard, to which the Blue Boar in our town was a

mere publichouse. Whereas I now found Barnard to be a disembodied spirit, or a fiction, and his inn the

dingiest collection of shabby buildings ever squeezed together in a rank corner as a club for Tomcats.

We entered this haven through a wicketgate, and were disgorged by an introductory passage into a

melancholy little square that looked to me like a flat buryingground. I thought it had the most dismal trees in

it, and the most dismal sparrows, and the most dismal cats, and the most dismal houses (in number half a

dozen or so), that I had ever seen. I thought the windows of the sets of chambers into which those houses

were divided, were in every stage of dilapidated blind and curtain, crippled flowerpot, cracked glass, dusty

decay, and miserable makeshift; while To Let To Let To Let, glared at me from empty rooms, as if no new

wretches ever came there, and the vengeance of the soul of Barnard were being slowly appeased by the

gradual suicide of the present occupants and their unholy interment under the gravel. A frouzy mourning of

soot and smoke attired this forlorn creation of Barnard, and it had strewn ashes on its head, and was

undergoing penance and humiliation as a mere dusthole. Thus far my sense of sight; while dry rot and wet

rot and all the silent rots that rot in neglected roof and cellar rot of rat and mouse and bug and

coachingstables near at hand besides addressed themselves faintly to my sense of smell, and moaned, "Try

So imperfect was this realization of the first of my great expectations, that I looked in dismay at Mr.

Wemmick. "Ah!" said he, mistaking me; "the retirement reminds you of the country. So it does me."

He led me into a corner and conducted me up a flight of stairs which appeared to me to be slowly

collapsing into sawdust, so that one of those days the upper lodgers would look out at their doors and find

themselves without the means of coming down to a set of chambers on the top floor. MR. POCKET, JUN.,

was painted on the door, and there was a label on the letterbox, "Return shortly."

"He hardly thought you'd come so soon," Mr. Wemmick explained. "You don't want me any more?"

"As I keep the cash," Mr. Wemmick observed, "we shall most likely meet pretty often. Good day."

I put out my hand, and Mr. Wemmick at first looked at it as if he thought I wanted something. Then he

I was rather confused, thinking it must be out of the London fashion, but said yes.

"I have got so out of it!" said Mr. Wemmick "except at last. Very glad, I'm sure, to make your

When we had shaken hands and he was gone, I opened the staircase window and had nearly beheaded myself,

for, the lines had rotted away, and it came down like the guillotine. Happily it was so quick that I had not put

my head out. After this escape, I was content to take a foggy view of the Inn through the window's encrusting

dirt, and to stand dolefully looking out, saying to myself that London was decidedly overrated.

Mr. Pocket, Junior's, idea of Shortly was not mine, for I had nearly maddened myself with looking out for

half an hour, and had written my name with my finger several times in the dirt of every pane in the window,

before I heard footsteps on the stairs. Gradually there arose before me the hat, head, neckcloth, waistcoat,

trousers, boots, of a member of society of about my own standing. He had a paperbag under each arm and a

"Dear me!" he exclaimed. "I am extremely sorry; but I knew there was a coach from your part of the country

at midday, and I thought you would come by that one. The fact is, I have been out on your account not that

that is any excuse for I thought, coming from the country, you might like a little fruit after dinner, and I

For a reason that I had, I felt as if my eyes would start out of my head. I acknowledged his attention

As he was fast making jam of his fruit by wrestling with the door while the paperbags were under his arms,

I begged him to allow me to hold them. He relinquished them with an agreeable smile, and combated with the

door as if it were a wild beast. It yielded so suddenly at last, that he staggered back upon me, and I staggered

back upon the opposite door, and we both laughed. But still I felt as if my eyes must start out of my head, and

"Pray come in," said Mr. Pocket, Junior. "Allow me to lead the way. I am rather bare here, but I hope you'll

be able to make out tolerably well till Monday. My father thought you would get on more agreeably through

tomorrow with me than with him, and might like to take a walk about London. I am sure I shall be very

happy to show London to you. As to our table, you won't find that bad, I hope, for it will be supplied from

our coffeehouse here, and (it is only right I should add) at your expense, such being Mr. Jaggers's directions.

As to our lodging, it's not by any means splendid, because I have my own bread to earn, and my father hasn't

anything to give me, and I shouldn't be willing to take it, if he had. This is our sittingroom just such chairs

and tables and carpet and so forth, you see, as they could spare from home. You mustn't give me credit for the

tablecloth and spoons and castors, because they come for you from the coffeehouse. This is my little

bedroom; rather musty, but Barnard's is musty. This is your bedroom; the furniture's hired for the occasion,

but I trust it will answer the purpose; if you should want anything, I'll go and fetch it. The chambers are

retired, and we shall be alone together, but we shan't fight, I dare say. But, dear me, I beg your pardon, you're

holding the fruit all this time. Pray let me take these bags from you. I am quite ashamed."

As I stood opposite to Mr. Pocket, Junior, delivering him the bags, One, Two, I saw the starting appearance

The pale young gentleman and I stood contemplating one another in Barnard's Inn, until we both burst out

laughing. "The idea of its being you!" said he. "The idea of its being you!" said I. And then we contemplated

one another afresh, and laughed again. "Well!" said the pale young gentleman, reaching out his hand

goodhumouredly, "it's all over now, I hope, and it will be magnanimous in you if you'll forgive me for having

I derived from this speech that Mr. Herbert Pocket (for Herbert was the pale young gentleman's name) still

rather confounded his intention with his execution. But I made a modest reply, and we shook hands warmly.

"No," he acquiesced: "I heard it had happened very lately. I was rather on the lookout for goodfortune

"Yes. Miss Havisham had sent for me, to see if she could take a fancy to me. But she couldn't at all events,

"Bad taste," said Herbert, laughing, "but a fact. Yes, she had sent for me on a trial visit, and if I had come out

of it successfully, I suppose I should have been provided for; perhaps I should have been

He was arranging his fruit in plates while we talked, which divided his attention, and was the cause of his

having made this lapse of a word. "Affianced," he explained, still busy with the fruit. "Betrothed. Engaged.

"I don't say no to that, but I meant Estella. That girl's hard and haughty and capricious to the last degree, and

"Dear me! It's quite a story, and shall be saved till dinnertime. And now let me take the liberty of asking you

I told him, and he was attentive until I had finished, and then burst out laughing again, and asked me if I was

sore afterwards? I didn't ask him if he was, for my conviction on that point was perfectly established.

"You know he is Miss Havisham's man of business and solicitor, and has her confidence when nobody else

This was bringing me (I felt) towards dangerous ground. I answered with a constraint I made no attempt to

disguise, that I had seen Mr. Jaggers in Miss Havisham's house on the very day of our combat, but never at

any other time, and that I believed he had no recollection of having ever seen me there.

"He was so obliging as to suggest my father for your tutor, and he called on my father to propose it. Of course

he knew about my father from his connexion with Miss Havisham. My father is Miss Havisham's cousin; not

that that implies familiar intercourse between them, for he is a bad courtier and will not propitiate her."

Herbert Pocket had a frank and easy way with him that was very taking. I had never seen any one then, and I

have never seen any one since, who more strongly expressed to me, in every look and tone, a natural

incapacity to do anything secret and mean. There was something wonderfully hopeful about his general air,

and something that at the same time whispered to me he would never be very successful or rich. I don't know

how this was. I became imbued with the notion on that first occasion before we sat down to dinner, but I

He was still a pale young gentleman, and had a certain conquered languor about him in the midst of his spirits

and briskness, that did not seem indicative of natural strength. He had not a handsome face, but it was better

than handsome: being extremely amiable and cheerful. His figure was a little ungainly, as in the days when

my knuckles had taken such liberties with it, but it looked as if it would always be light and young. Whether

Mr. Trabb's local work would have sat more gracefully on him than on me, may be a question; but I am

conscious that he carried off his rather old clothes, much better than I carried off my new suit.

As he was so communicative, I felt that reserve on my part would be a bad return unsuited to our years. I

therefore told him my small story, and laid stress on my being forbidden to inquire who my benefactor was. I

further mentioned that as I had been brought up a blacksmith in a country place, and knew very little of the

ways of politeness, I would take it as a great kindness in him if he would give me a hint whenever he saw me

"With pleasure," said he, "though I venture to prophesy that you'll want very few hints. I dare say we shall be

often together, and I should like to banish any needless restraint between us. Will you do me the favour to

I thanked him, and said I would. I informed him in exchange that my Christian name was Philip.

"I don't take to Philip," said he, smiling, "for it sounds like a moral boy out of the spellingbook, who was so

lazy that he fell into a pond, or so fat that he couldn't see out of his eyes, or so avaricious that he locked up

his cake till the mice ate it, or so determined to go a bird'snesting that he got himself eaten by bears who

lived handy in the neighbourhood. I tell you what I should like. We are so harmonious, and you have been a

"I shouldn't mind anything that you propose," I answered, "but I don't understand you."

"Would you mind Handel for a familiar name? There's a charming piece of music by Handel, called the

"Then, my dear Handel," said he, turning round as the door opened, "here is the dinner, and I must beg of you

This I would not hear of, so he took the top, and I faced him. It was a nice little dinner seemed to me then, a

very Lord Mayor's Feast and it acquired additional relish from being eaten under those independent

circumstances, with no old people by, and with London all around us. This again was heightened by a certain

gipsy character that set the banquet off; for, while the table was, as Mr. Pumblechook might have said, the lap

of luxury being entirely furnished forth from the coffeehouse the circumjacent region of sittingroom

was of a comparatively pastureless and shifty character: imposing on the waiter the wandering habits of

putting the covers on the floor (where he fell over them), the melted butter in the armchair, the bread on the

bookshelves, the cheese in the coalscuttle, and the boiled fowl into my bed in the next room where I found

much of its parsley and butter in a state of congelation when I retired for the night. All this made the feast

delightful, and when the waiter was not there to watch me, my pleasure was without alloy.

We had made some progress in the dinner, when I reminded Herbert of his promise to tell me about Miss

"True," he replied. "I'll redeem it at once. Let me introduce the topic, Handel, by mentioning that in London it

is not the custom to put the knife in the mouth for fear of accidents and that while the fork is reserved for

that use, it is not put further in than necessary. It is scarcely worth mentioning, only it's as well to do as other

people do. Also, the spoon is not generally used overhand, but under. This has two advantages. You get at

your mouth better (which after all is the object), and you save a good deal of the attitude of opening oysters,

He offered these friendly suggestions in such a lively way, that we both laughed and I scarcely blushed.

"Now," he pursued, "concerning Miss Havisham. Miss Havisham, you must know, was a spoilt child. Her

mother died when she was a baby, and her father denied her nothing. Her father was a country gentleman

down in your part of the world, and was a brewer. I don't know why it should be a crack thing to be a brewer;

but it is indisputable that while you cannot possibly be genteel and bake, you may be as genteel as never was

"Not on any account," returned Herbert; "but a publichouse may keep a gentleman. Well! Mr. Havisham

"Stop a moment, I am coming to that. No, she was not an only child; she had a halfbrother. Her father

"My good Handel, so he was. He married his second wife privately, because he was proud, and in course of

time she died. When she was dead, I apprehend he first told his daughter what he had done, and then the son

became a part of the family, residing in the house you are acquainted with. As the son grew a young man, he

turned out riotous, extravagant, undutiful altogether bad. At last his father disinherited him; but he softened

when he was dying, and left him well off, though not nearly so well off as Miss Havisham. Take another

glass of wine, and excuse my mentioning that society as a body does not expect one to be so strictly

conscientious in emptying one's glass, as to turn it bottom upwards with the rim on one's nose."

I had been doing this, in an excess of attention to his recital. I thanked him, and apologized. He said, "Not at

"Miss Havisham was now an heiress, and you may suppose was looked after as a great match. Her

halfbrother had now ample means again, but what with debts and what with new madness wasted them most

fearfully again. There were stronger differences between him and her, than there had been between him and

his father, and it is suspected that he cherished a deep and mortal grudge against her, as having influenced the

father's anger. Now, I come to the cruel part of the story merely breaking off, my dear Handel, to remark

Why I was trying to pack mine into my tumbler, I am wholly unable to say. I only know that I found myself,

with a perseverance worthy of a much better cause, making the most strenuous exertions to compress it

within those limits. Again I thanked him and apologized, and again he said in the cheerfullest manner, "Not at

"There appeared upon the scene say at the races, or the public balls, or anywhere else you like a certain

man, who made love to Miss Havisham. I never saw him, for this happened fiveandtwenty years ago

(before you and I were, Handel), but I have heard my father mention that he was a showyman, and the kind

of man for the purpose. But that he was not to be, without ignorance or prejudice, mistaken for a gentleman,

my father most strongly asseverates; because it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman

at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain

of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself. Well! This man

pursued Miss Havisham closely, and professed to be devoted to her. I believe she had not shown much

susceptibility up to that time; but all the susceptibility she possessed, certainly came out then, and she

passionately loved him. There is no doubt that she perfectly idolized him. He practised on her affection in

that systematic way, that he got great sums of money from her, and he induced her to buy her brother out of a

share in the brewery (which had been weakly left him by his father) at an immense price, on the plea that

when he was her husband he must hold and manage it all. Your guardian was not at that time in Miss

Havisham's councils, and she was too haughty and too much in love, to be advised by any one. Her relations

were poor and scheming, with the exception of my father; he was poor enough, but not timeserving or

jealous. The only independent one among them, he warned her that she was doing too much for this man, and

was placing herself too unreservedly in his power. She took the first opportunity of angrily ordering my

father out of the house, in his presence, and my father has never seen her since."

I thought of her having said, "Matthew will come and see me at last when I am laid dead upon that table;" and

"It's not that," said he, "but she charged him, in the presence of her intended husband, with being

disappointed in the hope of fawning upon her for his own advancement, and, if he were to go to her now, it

would look true even to him and even to her. To return to the man and make an end of him. The marriage

day was fixed, the wedding dresses were bought, the wedding tour was planned out, the wedding guests were

"Which she received," I struck in, "when she was dressing for her marriage? At twenty minutes to nine?"

"At the hour and minute," said Herbert, nodding, "at which she afterwards stopped all the clocks. What was

in it, further than that it most heartlessly broke the marriage off, I can't tell you, because I don't know. When

she recovered from a bad illness that she had, she laid the whole place waste, as you have seen it, and she has

"All I know of it; and indeed I only know so much, through piecing it out for myself; for my father always

avoids it, and, even when Miss Havisham invited me to go there, told me no more of it than it was absolutely

requisite I should understand. But I have forgotten one thing. It has been supposed that the man to whom she

gave her misplaced confidence, acted throughout in concert with her halfbrother; that it was a conspiracy

"He may have been married already, and her cruel mortification may have been a part of her halfbrother's

"You said just now, that Estella was not related to Miss Havisham, but adopted. When adopted?"

Herbert shrugged his shoulders. "There has always been an Estella, since I have heard of a Miss Havisham. I

know no more. And now, Handel," said he, finally throwing off the story as it were, "there is a perfectly open

"I fully believe it. So there can be no competition or perplexity between you and me. And as to the condition

on which you hold your advancement in life namely, that you are not to inquire or discuss to whom you

owe it you may be very sure that it will never be encroached upon, or even approached, by me, or by any

In truth, he said this with so much delicacy, that I felt the subject done with, even though I should be under

his father's roof for years and years to come. Yet he said it with so much meaning, too, that I felt he as

perfectly understood Miss Havisham to be my benefactress, as I understood the fact myself.

It had not occurred to me before, that he had led up to the theme for the purpose of clearing it out of our way;

but we were so much the lighter and easier for having broached it, that I now perceived this to be the case.

We were very gay and sociable, and I asked him, in the course of conversation, what he was? He replied, "A

capitalist an Insurer of Ships." I suppose he saw me glancing about the room in search of some tokens of

I had grand ideas of the wealth and importance of Insurers of Ships in the City, and I began to think with awe,

of having laid a young Insurer on his back, blackened his enterprising eye, and cut his responsible head open.

But, again, there came upon me, for my relief, that odd impression that Herbert Pocket would never be very

"I shall not rest satisfied with merely employing my capital in insuring ships. I shall buy up some good Life

Assurance shares, and cut into the Direction. I shall also do a little in the mining way. None of these things

will interfere with my chartering a few thousand tons on my own account. I think I shall trade," said he,

leaning back in his chair, "to the East Indies, for silks, shawls, spices, dyes, drugs, and precious woods. It's an

"I think I shall trade, also," said he, putting his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets, "to the West Indies, for

Quite overpowered by the magnificence of these transactions, I asked him where the ships he insured mostly

Somehow, that pursuit seemed more in keeping with Barnard's Inn. I said (in a tone of conviction), "Ahh!"

"Why, nno: not to me." He said this with the air of one carefully reckoning up and striking a balance. "Not

directly profitable. That is, it doesn't pay me anything, and I have to keep myself."

This certainly had not a profitable appearance, and I shook my head as if I would imply that it would be

"But the thing is," said Herbert Pocket, "that you look about you. That's the grand thing. You are in a

It struck me as a singular implication that you couldn't be out of a countinghouse, you know, and look about

"Then the time comes," said Herbert, "when you see your opening. And you go in, and you swoop upon it

and you make your capital, and then there you are! When you have once made your capital, you have nothing

This was very like his way of conducting that encounter in the garden; very like. His manner of bearing his

poverty, too, exactly corresponded to his manner of bearing that defeat. It seemed to me that he took all

blows and buffets now, with just the same air as he had taken mine then. It was evident that he had nothing

around him but the simplest necessaries, for everything that I remarked upon turned out to have been sent in

Yet, having already made his fortune in his own mind, he was so unassuming with it that I felt quite grateful

to him for not being puffed up. It was a pleasant addition to his naturally pleasant ways, and we got on

famously. In the evening we went out for a walk in the streets, and went halfprice to the Theatre; and next

day we went to church at Westminster Abbey, and in the afternoon we walked in the Parks; and I wondered

On a moderate computation, it was many months, that Sunday, since I had left Joe and Biddy. The space

interposed between myself and them, partook of that expansion, and our marshes were any distance off. That

I could have been at our old church in my old churchgoing clothes, on the very last Sunday that ever was,

seemed a combination of impossibilities, geographical and social, solar and lunar. Yet in the London streets,

so crowded with people and so brilliantly lighted in the dusk of evening, there were depressing hints of

reproaches for that I had put the poor old kitchen at home so far away; and in the dead of night, the footsteps

of some incapable impostor of a porter mooning about Barnard's Inn, under pretence of watching it, fell

On the Monday morning at a quarter before nine, Herbert went to the countinghouse to report himself to

look about him, too, I suppose and I bore him company. He was to come away in an hour or two to attend

me to Hammersmith, and I was to wait about for him. It appeared to me that the eggs from which young

Insurers were hatched, were incubated in dust and heat, like the eggs of ostriches, judging from the places to

which those incipient giants repaired on a Monday morning. Nor did the countinghouse where Herbert

assisted, show in my eyes as at all a good Observatory; being a back second floor up a yard, of a grimy

presence in all particulars, and with a look into another back second floor, rather than a look out.

I waited about until it was noon, and I went upon 'Change, and I saw fluey men sitting there under the bills

about shipping, whom I took to be great merchants, though I couldn't understand why they should all be out

of spirits. When Herbert came, we went and had lunch at a celebrated house which I then quite venerated, but

now believe to have been the most abject superstition in Europe, and where I could not help noticing, even

then, that there was much more gravy on the tablecloths and knives and waiters' clothes, than in the steaks.

This collation disposed of at a moderate price (considering the grease: which was not charged for), we went

back to Barnard's Inn and got my little portmanteau, and then took coach for Hammersmith. We arrived there

at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and had very little way to walk to Mr. Pocket's house. Lifting the

latch of a gate, we passed direct into a little garden overlooking the river, where Mr. Pocket's children were

playing about. And unless I deceive myself on a point where my interests or prepossessions are certainly not

concerned, I saw that Mr. and Mrs. Pocket's children were not growing up or being brought up, but were

Mrs. Pocket was sitting on a garden chair under a tree, reading, with her legs upon another garden chair; and

Mrs. Pocket's two nursemaids were looking about them while the children played. "Mamma," said Herbert,

"this is young Mr. Pip." Upon which Mrs. Pocket received me with an appearance of amiable dignity.

"Master Alick and Miss Jane," cried one of the nurses to two of the children, "if you go abouncing up

against them bushes you'll fall over into the river and be drownded, and what'll your pa say then?"

At the same time this nurse picked up Mrs. Pocket's handkerchief, and said, "If that don't make six times

you've dropped it, Mum!" Upon which Mrs. Pocket laughed and said, "Thank you, Flopson," and settling

herself in one chair only, resumed her book. Her countenance immediately assumed a knitted and intent

expression as if she had been reading for a week, but before she could have read half a dozen lines, she fixed

her eyes upon me, and said, "I hope your mamma is quite well?" This unexpected inquiry put me into such a

difficulty that I began saying in the absurdest way that if there had been any such person I had no doubt she

would have been quite well and would have been very much obliged and would have sent her compliments,

"Well!" she cried, picking up the pocket handkerchief, "if that don't make seven times! What ARE you

adoing of this afternoon, Mum!" Mrs. Pocket received her property, at first with a look of unutterable

surprise as if she had never seen it before, and then with a laugh of recognition, and said, "Thank you,

I found, now I had leisure to count them, that there were no fewer than six little Pockets present, in various

stages of tumbling up. I had scarcely arrived at the total when a seventh was heard, as in the region of air,

"If there ain't Baby!" said Flopson, appearing to think it most surprising. "Make haste up, Millers."

Millers, who was the other nurse, retired into the house, and by degrees the child's wailing was hushed and

stopped, as if it were a young ventriloquist with something in its mouth. Mrs. Pocket read all the time, and I

We were waiting, I supposed, for Mr. Pocket to come out to us; at any rate we waited there, and so I had an

opportunity of observing the remarkable family phenomenon that whenever any of the children strayed near

Mrs. Pocket in their play, they always tripped themselves up and tumbled over her always very much to her

momentary astonishment, and their own more enduring lamentation. I was at a loss to account for this

surprising circumstance, and could not help giving my mind to speculations about it, until byandby Millers

came down with the baby, which baby was handed to Flopson, which Flopson was handing it to Mrs. Pocket,

when she too went fairly head foremost over Mrs. Pocket, baby and all, and was caught by Herbert and

"Gracious me, Flopson!" said Mrs. Pocket, looking off her book for a moment, "everybody's tumbling!"

"Gracious you, indeed, Mum!" returned Flopson, very red in the face; "what have you got there?"

"Why, if it ain't your footstool!" cried Flopson. "And if you keep it under your skirts like that, who's to help

Mrs. Pocket acted on the advice, and inexpertly danced the infant a little in her lap, while the other children

played about it. This had lasted but a very short time, when Mrs. Pocket issued summary orders that they

were all to be taken into the house for a nap. Thus I made the second discovery on that first occasion, that the

nurture of the little Pockets consisted of alternately tumbling up and lying down.

Under these circumstances, when Flopson and Millers had got the children into the house, like a little flock of

sheep, and Mr. Pocket came out of it to make my acquaintance, I was not much surprised to find that Mr.

Pocket was a gentleman with a rather perplexed expression of face, and with his very grey hair disordered on

Mr. Pocket said he was glad to see me, and he hoped I was not sorry to see him. "For, I really am not," he

added, with his son's smile, "an alarming personage." He was a younglooking man, in spite of his

perplexities and his very grey hair, and his manner seemed quite natural. I use the word natural, in the sense

of its being unaffected; there was something comic in his distraught way, as though it would have been

downright ludicrous but for his own perception that it was very near being so. When he had talked with me a

little, he said to Mrs. Pocket, with a rather anxious contraction of his eyebrows, which were black and

handsome, "Belinda, I hope you have welcomed Mr. Pip?" And she looked up from her book, and said,

"Yes." She then smiled upon me in an absent state of mind, and asked me if I liked the taste of orangeflower

water? As the question had no bearing, near or remote, on any foregone or subsequent transaction, I consider

it to have been thrown out, like her previous approaches, in general conversational condescension.

I found out within a few hours, and may mention at once, that Mrs. Pocket was the only daughter of a certain

quite accidental deceased Knight, who had invented for himself a conviction that his deceased father would

have been made a Baronet but for somebody's determined opposition arising out of entirely personal motives

I forget whose, if I ever knew the Sovereign's, the Prime Minister's, the Lord Chancellor's, the

Archbishop of Canterbury's, anybody's and had tacked himself on to the nobles of the earth in right of this

quite supposititious fact. I believe he had been knighted himself for storming the English grammar at the

point of the pen, in a desperate address engrossed on vellum, on the occasion of the laying of the first stone of

some building or other, and for handing some Royal Personage either the trowel or the mortar. Be that as it

may, he had directed Mrs. Pocket to be brought up from her cradle as one who in the nature of things must

marry a title, and who was to be guarded from the acquisition of plebeian domestic knowledge.

So successful a watch and ward had been established over the young lady by this judicious parent, that she

had grown up highly ornamental, but perfectly helpless and useless. With her character thus happily formed,

in the first bloom of her youth she had encountered Mr. Pocket: who was also in the first bloom of youth, and

not quite decided whether to mount to the Woolsack, or to roof himself in with a mitre. As his doing the one

or the other was a mere question of time, he and Mrs. Pocket had taken Time by the forelock (when, to judge

from its length, it would seem to have wanted cutting), and had married without the knowledge of the

judicious parent. The judicious parent, having nothing to bestow or withhold but his blessing, had

handsomely settled that dower upon them after a short struggle, and had informed Mr. Pocket that his wife

was "a treasure for a Prince." Mr. Pocket had invested the Prince's treasure in the ways of the world ever

since, and it was supposed to have brought him in but indifferent interest. Still, Mrs. Pocket was in general

the object of a queer sort of respectful pity, because she had not married a title; while Mr. Pocket was the

Mr. Pocket took me into the house and showed me my room: which was a pleasant one, and so furnished as

that I could use it with comfort for my own private sittingroom. He then knocked at the doors of two other

similar rooms, and introduced me to their occupants, by name Drummle and Startop. Drummle, an

oldlooking young man of a heavy order of architecture, was whistling. Startop, younger in years and

appearance, was reading and holding his head, as if he thought himself in danger of exploding it with too

Both Mr. and Mrs. Pocket had such a noticeable air of being in somebody else's hands, that I wondered who

really was in possession of the house and let them live there, until I found this unknown power to be the

servants. It was a smooth way of going on, perhaps, in respect of saving trouble; but it had the appearance of

being expensive, for the servants felt it a duty they owed to themselves to be nice in their eating and drinking,

and to keep a deal of company down stairs. They allowed a very liberal table to Mr. and Mrs. Pocket, yet it

always appeared to me that by far the best part of the house to have boarded in, would have been the kitchen

always supposing the boarder capable of selfdefence, for, before I had been there a week, a neighbouring

lady with whom the family were personally unacquainted, wrote in to say that she had seen Millers slapping

the baby. This greatly distressed Mrs. Pocket, who burst into tears on receiving the note, and said that it was

By degrees I learnt, and chiefly from Herbert, that Mr. Pocket had been educated at Harrow and at

Cambridge, where he had distinguished himself; but that when he had had the happiness of marrying Mrs.

Pocket very early in life, he had impaired his prospects and taken up the calling of a Grinder. After grinding a

number of dull blades of whom it was remarkable that their fathers, when influential, were always going to

help him to preferment, but always forgot to do it when the blades had left the Grindstone he had wearied

of that poor work and had come to London. Here, after gradually failing in loftier hopes, he had "read" with

divers who had lacked opportunities or neglected them, and had refurbished divers others for special

occasions, and had turned his acquirements to the account of literary compilation and correction, and on such

means, added to some very moderate private resources, still maintained the house I saw.

Mr. and Mrs. Pocket had a toady neighbour; a widow lady of that highly sympathetic nature that she agreed

with everybody, blessed everybody, and shed smiles and tears on everybody, according to circumstances.

This lady's name was Mrs. Coiler, and I had the honour of taking her down to dinner on the day of my

installation. She gave me to understand on the stairs, that it was a blow to dear Mrs. Pocket that dear Mr.

Pocket should be under the necessity of receiving gentlemen to read with him. That did not extend to me, she

told me in a gush of love and confidence (at that time, I had known her something less than five minutes); if

"But dear Mrs. Pocket," said Mrs. Coiler, "after her early disappointment (not that dear Mr. Pocket was to

" that it is hard," said Mrs. Coiler, "to have dear Mr. Pocket's time and attention diverted from dear Mrs.

I could not help thinking that it might be harder if the butcher's time and attention were diverted from dear

Mrs. Pocket; but I said nothing, and indeed had enough to do in keeping a bashful watch upon my

It came to my knowledge, through what passed between Mrs. Pocket and Drummle while I was attentive to

my knife and fork, spoon, glasses, and other instruments of selfdestruction, that Drummle, whose Christian

name was Bentley, was actually the next heir but one to a baronetcy. It further appeared that the book I had

seen Mrs. Pocket reading in the garden, was all about titles, and that she knew the exact date at which her

grandpapa would have come into the book, if he ever had come at all. Drummle didn't say much, but in his

limited way (he struck me as a sulky kind of fellow) he spoke as one of the elect, and recognized Mrs. Pocket

as a woman and a sister. No one but themselves and Mrs. Coiler the toady neighbour showed any interest in

this part of the conversation, and it appeared to me that it was painful to Herbert; but it promised to last a

long time, when the page came in with the announcement of a domestic affliction. It was, in effect, that the

cook had mislaid the beef. To my unutterable amazement, I now, for the first time, saw Mr. Pocket relieve his

mind by going through a performance that struck me as very extraordinary, but which made no impression on

anybody else, and with which I soon became as familiar as the rest. He laid down the carvingknife and fork

being engaged in carving, at the moment put his two hands into his disturbed hair, and appeared to make

an extraordinary effort to lift himself up by it. When he had done this, and had not lifted himself up at all, he

Mrs. Coiler then changed the subject, and began to flatter me. I liked it for a few moments, but she flattered

me so very grossly that the pleasure was soon over. She had a serpentine way of coming close at me when

she pretended to be vitally interested in the friends and localities I had left, which was altogether snaky and

forktongued; and when she made an occasional bounce upon Startop (who said very little to her), or upon

Drummle (who said less), I rather envied them for being on the opposite side of the table.

After dinner the children were introduced, and Mrs. Coiler made admiring comments on their eyes, noses,

and legs a sagacious way of improving their minds. There were four little girls, and two little boys, besides

the baby who might have been either, and the baby's next successor who was as yet neither. They were

brought in by Flopson and Millers, much as though those two noncommissioned officers had been recruiting

somewhere for children and had enlisted these: while Mrs. Pocket looked at the young Nobles that ought to

have been, as if she rather thought she had had the pleasure of inspecting them before, but didn't quite know

"Here! Give me your fork, Mum, and take the baby," said Flopson. "Don't take it that way, or you'll get its

Thus advised, Mrs. Pocket took it the other way, and got its head upon the table; which was announced to all

"Dear, dear! Give it me back, Mum," said Flopson; "and Miss Jane, come and dance to baby, do!"

One of the little girls, a mere mite who seemed to have prematurely taken upon herself some charge of the

others, stepped out of her place by me, and danced to and from the baby until it left off crying, and laughed.

Then, all the children laughed, and Mr. Pocket (who in the meantime had twice endeavoured to lift himself up

Flopson, by dint of doubling the baby at the joints like a Dutch doll, then got it safely into Mrs. Pocket's lap,

and gave it the nutcrackers to play with: at the same time recommending Mrs. Pocket to take notice that the

handles of that instrument were not likely to agree with its eyes, and sharply charging Miss Jane to look after

the same. Then, the two nurses left the room, and had a lively scuffle on the staircase with a dissipated page

who had waited at dinner, and who had clearly lost half his buttons at the gamingtable.

I was made very uneasy in my mind by Mrs. Pocket's falling into a discussion with Drummle respecting two

baronetcies, while she ate a sliced orange steeped in sugar and wine, and forgetting all about the baby on her

lap: who did most appalling things with the nutcrackers. At length, little Jane perceiving its young brains to

be imperilled, softly left her place, and with many small artifices coaxed the dangerous weapon away. Mrs.

Pocket finishing her orange at about the same time, and not approving of this, said to Jane:

"How dare you tell me so?" retorted Mrs. Pocket. "Go and sit down in your chair this moment!"

Mrs. Pocket's dignity was so crushing, that I felt quite abashed: as if I myself had done something to rouse it.

"Belinda," remonstrated Mr. Pocket, from the other end of the table, "how can you be so unreasonable? Jane

"I will not allow anybody to interfere," said Mrs. Pocket. "I am surprised, Matthew, that you should expose

"Good God!" cried Mr. Pocket, in an outbreak of desolate desperation. "Are infants to be nutcrackered into

"I will not be interfered with by Jane," said Mrs. Pocket, with a majestic glance at that innocent little

Mr. Pocket got his hands in his hair again, and this time really did lift himself some inches out of his chair.

"Hear this!" he helplessly exclaimed to the elements. "Babies are to be nutcrackered dead, for people's poor

We all looked awkwardly at the tablecloth while this was going on. A pause succeeded, during which the

honest and irrepressible baby made a series of leaps and crows at little Jane, who appeared to me to be the

only member of the family (irrespective of servants) with whom it had any decided acquaintance.

"Mr. Drummle," said Mrs. Pocket, "will you ring for Flopson? Jane, you undutiful little thing, go and lie

The baby was the soul of honour, and protested with all its might. It doubled itself up the wrong way over

Mrs. Pocket's arm, exhibited a pair of knitted shoes and dimpled ankles to the company in lieu of its soft face,

and was carried out in the highest state of mutiny. And it gained its point after all, for I saw it through the

It happened that the other five children were left behind at the dinnertable, through Flopson's having some

private engagement, and their not being anybody else's business. I thus became aware of the mutual relations

between them and Mr. Pocket, which were exemplified in the following manner. Mr. Pocket, with the normal

perplexity of his face heightened and his hair rumpled, looked at them for some minutes, as if he couldn't

make out how they came to be boarding and lodging in that establishment, and why they hadn't been billeted

by Nature on somebody else. Then, in a distant, Missionary way he asked them certain questions as why

little Joe had that hole in his frill: who said, Pa, Flopson was going to mend it when she had time and how

little Fanny came by that whitlow: who said, Pa, Millers was going to poultice it when she didn't forget.

Then, he melted into parental tenderness, and gave them a shilling apiece and told them to go and play; and

then as they went out, with one very strong effort to lift himself up by the hair he dismissed the hopeless

In the evening there was rowing on the river. As Drummle and Startop had each a boat, I resolved to set up

mine, and to cut them both out. I was pretty good at most exercises in which countryboys are adepts, but, as I

was conscious of wanting elegance of style for the Thames not to say for other waters I at once engaged

to place myself under the tuition of the winner of a prizewherry who plied at our stairs, and to whom I was

introduced by my new allies. This practical authority confused me very much, by saying I had the arm of a

blacksmith. If he could have known how nearly the compliment lost him his pupil, I doubt if he would have

There was a suppertray after we got home at night, and I think we should all have enjoyed ourselves, but for

a rather disagreeable domestic occurrence. Mr. Pocket was in good spirits, when a housemaid came in, and

"Speak to your master?" said Mrs. Pocket, whose dignity was roused again. "How can you think of such a

"Begging your pardon, ma'am," returned the housemaid, "I should wish to speak at once, and to speak to

Hereupon, Mr. Pocket went out of the room, and we made the best of ourselves until he came back.

"This is a pretty thing, Belinda!" said Mr. Pocket, returning with a countenance expressive of grief and

despair. "Here's the cook lying insensibly drunk on the kitchen floor, with a large bundle of fresh butter made

Mrs. Pocket instantly showed much amiable emotion, and said, "This is that odious Sophia's doing!"

"Sophia has told you," said Mrs. Pocket. "Did I not see her with my own eyes and hear her with my own ears,

"But has she not taken me down stairs, Belinda," returned Mr. Pocket, "and shown me the woman, and the

"Am I, grandpapa's granddaughter, to be nothing in the house?" said Mrs. Pocket. "Besides, the cook has

always been a very nice respectful woman, and said in the most natural manner when she came to look after

There was a sofa where Mr. Pocket stood, and he dropped upon it in the attitude of the Dying Gladiator. Still

in that attitude he said, with a hollow voice, "Good night, Mr. Pip," when I deemed it advisable to go to bed

After two or three days, when I had established myself in my room and had gone backwards and forwards to

London several times, and had ordered all I wanted of my tradesmen, Mr. Pocket and I had a long talk

together. He knew more of my intended career than I knew myself, for he referred to his having been told by

Mr. Jaggers that I was not designed for any profession, and that I should be well enough educated for my

destiny if I could "hold my own" with the average of young men in prosperous circumstances. I acquiesced,

He advised my attending certain places in London, for the acquisition of such mere rudiments as I wanted,

and my investing him with the functions of explainer and director of all my studies. He hoped that with

intelligent assistance I should meet with little to discourage me, and should soon be able to dispense with any

aid but his. Through his way of saying this, and much more to similar purpose, he placed himself on

confidential terms with me in an admirable manner; and I may state at once that he was always so zealous

and honourable in fulfilling his compact with me, that he made me zealous and honourable in fulfilling mine

with him. If he had shown indifference as a master, I have no doubt I should have returned the compliment as

a pupil; he gave me no such excuse, and each of us did the other justice. Nor, did I ever regard him as having

anything ludicrous about him or anything but what was serious, honest, and good in his tutor

When these points were settled, and so far carried out as that I had begun to work in earnest, it occurred to me

that if I could retain my bedroom in Barnard's Inn, my life would be agreeably varied, while my manners

would be none the worse for Herbert's society. Mr. Pocket did not object to this arrangement, but urged that

before any step could possibly be taken in it, it must be submitted to my guardian. I felt that this delicacy

arose out of the consideration that the plan would save Herbert some expense, so I went off to Little Britain

"If I could buy the furniture now hired for me," said I, "and one or two other little things, I should be quite at

"Go it!" said Mr. Jaggers, with a short laugh. "I told you you'd get on. Well! How much do you want?"

"More than that, eh!" retorted Mr. Jaggers, lying in wait for me, with his hands in his pockets, his head on

"Come!" said Mr. Jaggers. "Let's get at it. Twice five; will that do? Three times five; will that do? Four times

"Four times five will do handsomely, will it?" said Mr. Jaggers, knitting his brows. "Now, what do you make

"Never mind what I make it, my friend," observed Mr. Jaggers, with a knowing and contradictory toss of his

"Wemmick!" said Mr. Jaggers, opening his office door. "Take Mr. Pip's written order, and pay him twenty

This strongly marked way of doing business made a strongly marked impression on me, and that not of an

agreeable kind. Mr. Jaggers never laughed; but he wore great bright creaking boots, and, in poising himself

on these boots, with his large head bent down and his eyebrows joined together, awaiting an answer, he

sometimes caused the boots to creak, as if they laughed in a dry and suspicious way. As he happened to go

out now, and as Wemmick was brisk and talkative, I said to Wemmick that I hardly knew what to make of

"Tell him that, and he'll take it as a compliment," answered Wemmick; "he don't mean that you should know

what to make of it. Oh!" for I looked surprised, "it's not personal; it's professional: only professional."

Wemmick was at his desk, lunching and crunching on a dry hard biscuit; pieces of which he threw from

"Always seems to me," said Wemmick, "as if he had set a mantrap and was watching it. Suddenly click

Without remarking that mantraps were not among the amenities of life, I said I supposed he was very

"Deep," said Wemmick, "as Australia." Pointing with his pen at the office floor, to express that Australia was

understood, for the purposes of the figure, to be symmetrically on the opposite spot of the globe. "If there was

Then, I said I supposed he had a fine business, and Wemmick said, "Capital!" Then I asked if there were

"We don't run much into clerks, because there's only one Jaggers, and people won't have him at secondhand.

There are only four of us. Would you like to see 'em? You are one of us, as I may say."

I accepted the offer. When Mr. Wemmick had put all the biscuit into the post, and had paid me my money

from a cashbox in a safe, the key of which safe he kept somewhere down his back and produced from his

coatcollar like an iron pigtail, we went upstairs. The house was dark and shabby, and the greasy shoulders

that had left their mark in Mr. Jaggers's room, seemed to have been shuffling up and down the staircase for

years. In the front first floor, a clerk who looked something between a publican and a ratcatcher a large

pale puffed swollen man was attentively engaged with three or four people of shabby appearance, whom he

treated as unceremoniously as everybody seemed to be treated who contributed to Mr. Jaggers's coffers.

"Getting evidence together," said Mr. Wemmick, as we came out, "for the Bailey."

In the room over that, a little flabby terrier of a clerk with dangling hair (his cropping seemed to have been

forgotten when he was a puppy) was similarly engaged with a man with weak eyes, whom Mr. Wemmick

presented to me as a smelter who kept his pot always boiling, and who would melt me anything I pleased

and who was in an excessive whiteperspiration, as if he had been trying his art on himself. In a back room, a

highshouldered man with a faceache tied up in dirty flannel, who was dressed in old black clothes that

bore the appearance of having been waxed, was stooping over his work of making fair copies of the notes of

This was all the establishment. When we went downstairs again, Wemmick led me into my guardian's room,

"Pray," said I, as the two odious casts with the twitchy leer upon them caught my sight again, "whose

"These?" said Wemmick, getting upon a chair, and blowing the dust off the horrible heads before bringing

them down. "These are two celebrated ones. Famous clients of ours that got us a world of credit. This chap

(why you must have come down in the night and been peeping into the inkstand, to get this blot upon your

eyebrow, you old rascal!) murdered his master, and, considering that he wasn't brought up to evidence, didn't

"Is it like him?" I asked, recoiling from the brute, as Wemmick spat upon his eyebrow and gave it a rub with

"Like him? It's himself, you know. The cast was made in Newgate, directly after he was taken down. You had

a particular fancy for me, hadn't you, Old Artful?" said Wemmick. He then explained this affectionate

apostrophe, by touching his brooch representing the lady and the weeping willow at the tomb with the urn

"No," returned Wemmick. "Only his game. (You liked your bit of game, didn't you?) No; deuce a bit of a

lady in the case, Mr. Pip, except one and she wasn't of this slender ladylike sort, and you wouldn't have

caught her looking after this urn unless there was something to drink in it." Wemmick's attention being thus

directed to his brooch, he put down the cast, and polished the brooch with his pockethandkerchief.

"Did that other creature come to the same end?" I asked. "He has the same look."

"You're right," said Wemmick; "it's the genuine look. Much as if one nostril was caught up with a horsehair

and a little fishhook. Yes, he came to the same end; quite the natural end here, I assure you. He forged wills,

this blade did, if he didn't also put the supposed testators to sleep too. You were a gentlemanly Cove, though"

(Mr. Wemmick was again apostrophizing), "and you said you could write Greek. Yah, Bounceable! What a

liar you were! I never met such a liar as you!" Before putting his late friend on his shelf again, Wemmick

touched the largest of his mourning rings and said, "Sent out to buy it for me, only the day before."

While he was putting up the other cast and coming down from the chair, the thought crossed my mind that all

his personal jewellery was derived from like sources. As he had shown no diffidence on the subject, I

ventured on the liberty of asking him the question, when he stood before me, dusting his hands.

"Oh yes," he returned, "these are all gifts of that kind. One brings another, you see; that's the way of it. I

always take 'em. They're curiosities. And they're property. They may not be worth much, but, after all, they're

property and portable. It don't signify to you with your brilliant lookout, but as to myself, my guidingstar

When I had rendered homage to this light, he went on to say, in a friendly manner:

"If at any odd time when you have nothing better to do, you wouldn't mind coming over to see me at

Walworth, I could offer you a bed, and I should consider it an honour. I have not much to show you; but such

two or three curiosities as I have got, you might like to look over; and I am fond of a bit of garden and a

"Thankee," said he; "then we'll consider that it's to come off, when convenient to you. Have you dined with

"Well," said Wemmick, "he'll give you wine, and good wine. I'll give you punch, and not bad punch. and now

I'll tell you something. When you go to dine with Mr. Jaggers, look at his housekeeper."

"Well," said Wemmick, "you'll see a wild beast tamed. Not so very uncommon, you'll tell me. I reply, that

depends on the original wildness of the beast, and the amount of taming. It won't lower your opinion of Mr.

I told him I would do so, with all the interest and curiosity that his preparation awakened. As I was taking my

departure, he asked me if I would like to devote five minutes to seeing Mr. Jaggers "at it?"

For several reasons, and not least because I didn't clearly know what Mr. Jaggers would be found to be "at," I

replied in the affirmative. We dived into the City, and came up in a crowded policecourt, where a

bloodrelation (in the murderous sense) of the deceased with the fanciful taste in brooches, was standing at

the bar, uncomfortably chewing something; while my guardian had a woman under examination or

crossexamination I don't know which and was striking her, and the bench, and everybody present, with

awe. If anybody, of whatsoever degree, said a word that he didn't approve of, he instantly required to have it

"taken down." If anybody wouldn't make an admission, he said, "I'll have it out of you!" and if anybody made

an admission, he said, "Now I have got you!" the magistrates shivered under a single bite of his finger.

Thieves and thieftakers hung in dread rapture on his words, and shrank when a hair of his eyebrows turned in

their direction. Which side he was on, I couldn't make out, for he seemed to me to be grinding the whole

place in a mill; I only know that when I stole out on tiptoe, he was not on the side of the bench; for, he was

making the legs of the old gentleman who presided, quite convulsive under the table, by his denunciations of

his conduct as the representative of British law and justice in that chair that day.

Bentley Drummle, who was so sulky a fellow that he even took up a book as if its writer had done him an

injury, did not take up an acquaintance in a more agreeable spirit. Heavy in figure, movement, and

comprehension in the sluggish complexion of his face, and in the large awkward tongue that seemed to loll

about in his mouth as he himself lolled about in a room he was idle, proud, niggardly, reserved, and

suspicious. He came of rich people down in Somersetshire, who had nursed this combination of qualities until

they made the discovery that it was just of age and a blockhead. Thus, Bentley Drummle had come to Mr.

Pocket when he was a head taller than that gentleman, and half a dozen heads thicker than most gentlemen.

Startop had been spoilt by a weak mother and kept at home when he ought to have been at school, but he was

devotedly attached to her, and admired her beyond measure. He had a woman's delicacy of feature, and was

"as you may see, though you never saw her," said Herbert to me exactly like his mother. It was but natural

that I should take to him much more kindly than to Drummle, and that, even in the earliest evenings of our

boating, he and I should pull homeward abreast of one another, conversing from boat to boat, while Bentley

Drummle came up in our wake alone, under the overhanging banks and among the rushes. He would always

creep inshore like some uncomfortable amphibious creature, even when the tide would have sent him fast

upon his way; and I always think of him as coming after us in the dark or by the backwater, when our own

Herbert was my intimate companion and friend. I presented him with a halfshare in my boat, which was the

occasion of his often coming down to Hammersmith; and my possession of a halfshare in his chambers often

took me up to London. We used to walk between the two places at all hours. I have an affection for the road

yet (though it is not so pleasant a road as it was then), formed in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.

When I had been in Mr. Pocket's family a month or two, Mr. and Mrs. Camilla turned up. Camilla was Mr.

Pocket's sister. Georgiana, whom I had seen at Miss Havisham's on the same occasion, also turned up. she

was a cousin an indigestive single woman, who called her rigidity religion, and her liver love. These people

hated me with the hatred of cupidity and disappointment. As a matter of course, they fawned upon me in my

prosperity with the basest meanness. Towards Mr. Pocket, as a grownup infant with no notion of his own

interests, they showed the complacent forbearance I had heard them express. Mrs. Pocket they held in

contempt; but they allowed the poor soul to have been heavily disappointed in life, because that shed a feeble

These were the surroundings among which I settled down, and applied myself to my education. I soon

contracted expensive habits, and began to spend an amount of money that within a few short months I should

have thought almost fabulous; but through good and evil I stuck to my books. There was no other merit in

this, than my having sense enough to feel my deficiencies. Between Mr. Pocket and Herbert I got on fast;

and, with one or the other always at my elbow to give me the start I wanted, and clear obstructions out of my

I had not seen Mr. Wemmick for some weeks, when I thought I would write him a note and propose to go

home with him on a certain evening. He replied that it would give him much pleasure, and that he would

expect me at the office at six o'clock. Thither I went, and there I found him, putting the key of his safe down

"Very much," was Wemmick's reply, "for I have had my legs under the desk all day, and shall be glad to

stretch them. Now, I'll tell you what I have got for supper, Mr. Pip. I have got a stewed steak which is of

home preparation and a cold roast fowl which is from the cook'sshop. I think it's tender, because the

master of the shop was a Juryman in some cases of ours the other day, and we let him down easy. I reminded

him of it when I bought the fowl, and I said, "Pick us out a good one, old Briton, because if we had chosen to

keep you in the box another day or two, we could easily have done it." He said to that, "Let me make you a

present of the best fowl in the shop." I let him, of course. As far as it goes, it's property and portable. You

I really thought he was still speaking of the fowl, until he added, "Because I have got an aged parent at my

"He told me so this afternoon when he heard you were coming. I expect you'll have an invitation tomorrow.

Although I was not in the habit of counting Drummle as one of my intimate associates, I answered, "Yes."

"Well, he's going to ask the whole gang;" I hardly felt complimented by the word; "and whatever he gives

you, he'll give you good. Don't look forward to variety, but you'll have excellence. And there'sa nother rum

thing in his house," proceeded Wemmick, after a moment's pause, as if the remark followed on the

"That's it!" returned Wemmick. "He says, and gives it out publicly, "I want to see the man who'll rob me."

Lord bless you, I have heard him, a hundred times if I have heard him once, say to regular cracksmen in our

front office, "You know where I live; now, no bolt is ever drawn there; why don't you do a stroke of business

with me? Come; can't I tempt you?" Not a man of them, sir, would be bold enough to try it on, for love or

"Dread him," said Wemmick. "I believe you they dread him. Not but what he's artful, even in his defiance of

"Ah! But he would have much," said Wemmick, cutting me short, "and they know it. He'd have their lives,

and the lives of scores of 'em. He'd have all he could get. And it's impossible to say what he couldn't get, if he

I was falling into meditation on my guardian's greatness, when Wemmick remarked:

"As to the absence of plate, that's only his natural depth, you know. A river's its natural depth, and he's his

"Massive?" repeated Wemmick. "I think so. And his watch is a gold repeater, and worth a hundred pound if

it's worth a penny. Mr. Pip, there are about seven hundred thieves in this town who know all about that

watch; there's not a man, a woman, or a child, among them, who wouldn't identify the smallest link in that

At first with such discourse, and afterwards with conversation of a more general nature, did Mr. Wemmick

and I beguile the time and the road, until he gave me to understand that we had arrived in the district of

It appeared to be a collection of back lanes, ditches, and little gardens, and to present the aspect of a rather

dull retirement. Wemmick's house was a little wooden cottage in the midst of plots of garden, and the top of it

I highly commended it, I think it was the smallest house I ever saw; with the queerest gothic windows (by far

the greater part of them sham), and a gothic door, almost too small to get in at.

"That's a real flagstaff, you see," said Wemmick, "and on Sundays I run up a real flag. Then look here. After I

The bridge was a plank, and it crossed a chasm about four feet wide and two deep. But it was very pleasant to

see the pride with which he hoisted it up and made it fast; smiling as he did so, with a relish and not merely

"At nine o'clock every night, Greenwich time," said Wemmick, "the gun fires. There he is, you see! And

The piece of ordnance referred to, was mounted in a separate fortress, constructed of latticework. It was

protected from the weather by an ingenious little tarpaulin contrivance in the nature of an umbrella.

"Then, at the back," said Wemmick, "out of sight, so as not to impede the idea of fortifications for it's a

principle with me, if you have an idea, carry it out and keep it up I don't know whether that's your

" At the back, there's a pig, and there are fowls and rabbits; then, I knock together my own little frame, you

see, and grow cucumbers; and you'll judge at supper what sort of a salad I can raise. So, sir," said Wemmick,

smiling again, but seriously too, as he shook his head, "if you can suppose the little place besieged, it would

Then, he conducted me to a bower about a dozen yards off, but which was approached by such ingenious

twists of path that it took quite a long time to get at; and in this retreat our glasses were already set forth. Our

punch was cooling in an ornamental lake, on whose margin the bower was raised. This piece of water (with

an island in the middle which might have been the salad for supper) was of a circular form, and he had

constructed a fountain in it, which, when you set a little mill going and took a cork out of a pipe, played to

"I am my own engineer, and my own carpenter, and my own plumber, and my own gardener, and my own

Jack of all Trades," said Wemmick, in acknowledging my compliments. "Well; it's a good thing, you know. It

brushes the Newgate cobwebs away, and pleases the Aged. You wouldn't mind being at once introduced to

I expressed the readiness I felt, and we went into the castle. There, we found, sitting by a fire, a very old man

in a flannel coat: clean, cheerful, comfortable, and well cared for, but intensely deaf.

"Well aged parent," said Wemmick, shaking hands with him in a cordial and jocose way, "how am you?"

"Here's Mr. Pip, aged parent," said Wemmick, "and I wish you could hear his name. Nod away at him, Mr.

"This is a fine place of my son's, sir," cried the old man, while I nodded as hard as I possibly could. "This is a

pretty pleasureground, sir. This spot and these beautiful works upon it ought to be kept together by the

"You're as proud of it as Punch; ain't you, Aged?" said Wemmick, contemplating the old man, with his hard

face really softened; "there's a nod for you;" giving him a tremendous one; "there's another for you;" giving

him a still more tremendous one; "you like that, don't you? If you're not tired, Mr. Pip though I know it's

tiring to strangers will you tip him one more? You can't think how it pleases him."

I tipped him several more, and he was in great spirits. We left him bestirring himself to feed the fowls, and

we sat down to our punch in the arbour; where Wemmick told me as he smoked a pipe that it had taken him a

"O yes," said Wemmick, "I have got hold of it, a bit at a time. It's a freehold, by George!"

"Never seen it," said Wemmick. "Never heard of it. Never seen the Aged. Never heard of him. No; the office

is one thing, and private life is another. When I go into the office, I leave the Castle behind me, and when I

come into the Castle, I leave the office behind me. If it's not in any way disagreeable to you, you'll oblige me

Of course I felt my good faith involved in the observance of his request. The punch being very nice, we sat

there drinking it and talking, until it was almost nine o'clock. "Getting near gunfire," said Wemmick then, as

Proceeding into the Castle again, we found the Aged heating the poker, with expectant eyes, as a preliminary

to the performance of this great nightly ceremony. Wemmick stood with his watch in his hand, until the

moment was come for him to take the redhot poker from the Aged, and repair to the battery. He took it, and

went out, and presently the Stinger went off with a Bang that shook the crazy little box of a cottage as if it

must fall to pieces, and made every glass and teacup in it ring. Upon this, the Aged who I believe would

have been blown out of his armchair but for holding on by the elbows cried out exultingly, "He's fired! I

heerd him!" and I nodded at the old gentleman until it is no figure of speech to declare that I absolutely could

The interval between that time and supper, Wemmick devoted to showing me his collection of curiosities.

They were mostly of a felonious character; comprising the pen with which a celebrated forgery had been

committed, a distinguished razor or two, some locks of hair, and several manuscript confessions written

under condemnation upon which Mr. Wemmick set particular value as being, to use his own words, "every

one of 'em Lies, sir." These were agreeably dispersed among small specimens of china and glass, various neat

trifles made by the proprietor of the museum, and some tobaccostoppers carved by the Aged. They were all

displayed in that chamber of the Castle into which I had been first inducted, and which served, not only as the

general sittingroom but as the kitchen too, if I might judge from a saucepan on the hob, and a brazen bijou

There was a neat little girl in attendance, who looked after the Aged in the day. When she had laid the

suppercloth, the bridge was lowered to give her means of egress, and she withdrew for the night. The supper

was excellent; and though the Castle was rather subject to dryrot insomuch that it tasted like a bad nut, and

though the pig might have been farther off, I was heartily pleased with my whole entertainment. Nor was

there any drawback on my little turret bedroom, beyond there being such a very thin ceiling between me and

the flagstaff, that when I lay down on my back in bed, it seemed as if I had to balance that pole on my

Wemmick was up early in the morning, and I am afraid I heard him cleaning my boots. After that, he fell to

gardening, and I saw him from my gothic window pretending to employ the Aged, and nodding at him in a

most devoted manner. Our breakfast was as good as the supper, and at halfpast eight precisely we started for

Little Britain. By degrees, Wemmick got dryer and harder as we went along, and his mouth tightened into a

postoffice again. At last, when we got to his place of business and he pulled out his key from his

coatcollar, he looked as unconscious of his Walworth property as if the Castle and the drawbridge and the

arbour and the lake and the fountain and the Aged, had all been blown into space together by the last

It fell out as Wemmick had told me it would, that I had an early opportunity of comparing my guardian's

establishment with that of his cashier and clerk. My guardian was in his room, washing his hands with his

scented soap, when I went into the office from Walworth; and he called me to him, and gave me the

invitation for myself and friends which Wemmick had prepared me to receive. "No ceremony," he stipulated,

"and no dinner dress, and say tomorrow." I asked him where we should come to (for I had no idea where he

lived), and I believe it was in his general objection to make anything like an admission, that he replied,

"Come here, and I'll take you home with me." I embrace this opportunity of remarking that he washed his

clients off, as if he were a surgeon or a dentist. He had a closet in his room, fitted up for the purpose, which

smelt of the scented soap like a perfumer's shop. It had an unusually large jacktowel on a roller inside the

door, and he would wash his hands, and wipe them and dry them all over this towel, whenever he came in

from a policecourt or dismissed a client from his room. When I and my friends repaired to him at six o'clock

next day, he seemed to have been engaged on a case of a darker complexion than usual, for, we found him

with his head butted into this closet, not only washing his hands, but laving his face and gargling his throat.

And even when he had done all that, and had gone all round the jacktowel, he took out his penknife and

There were some people slinking about as usual when we passed out into the street, who were evidently

anxious to speak with him; but there was something so conclusive in the halo of scented soap which encircled

his presence, that they gave it up for that day. As we walked along westward, he was recognized ever and

again by some face in the crowd of the streets, and whenever that happened he talked louder to me; but he

He conducted us to Gerrardstreet, Soho, to a house on the south side of that street. Rather a stately house of

its kind, but dolefully in want of painting, and with dirty windows. He took out his key and opened the door,

and we all went into a stone hall, bare, gloomy, and little used. So, up a dark brown staircase into a series of

three dark brown rooms on the first floor. There were carved garlands on the panelled walls, and as he stood

among them giving us welcome, I know what kind of loops I thought they looked like.

Dinner was laid in the best of these rooms; the second was his dressingroom; the third, his bedroom. He told

us that he held the whole house, but rarely used more of it than we saw. The table was comfortably laid no

silver in the service, of course and at the side of his chair was a capacious dumbwaiter, with a variety of

bottles and decanters on it, and four dishes of fruit for dessert. I noticed throughout, that he kept everything

There was a bookcase in the room; I saw, from the backs of the books, that they were about evidence,

criminal law, criminal biography, trials, acts of parliament, and such things. The furniture was all very solid

and good, like his watchchain. It had an official look, however, and there was nothing merely ornamental to

be seen. In a corner, was a little table of papers with a shaded lamp: so that he seemed to bring the office

home with him in that respect too, and to wheel it out of an evening and fall to work.

As he had scarcely seen my three companions until now for, he and I had walked together he stood on the

hearthrug, after ringing the bell, and took a searching look at them. To my surprise, he seemed at once to be

"Pip," said he, putting his large hand on my shoulder and moving me to the window, "I don't know one from

"That's Bentley Drummle," I replied; "the one with the delicate face is Startop."

Not making the least account of "the one with the delicate face," he returned, "Bentley Drummle is his name,

He immediately began to talk to Drummle: not at all deterred by his replying in his heavy reticent way, but

apparently led on by it to screw discourse out of him. I was looking at the two, when there came between me

She was a woman of about forty, I supposed but I may have thought her younger than she was. Rather tall,

of a lithe nimble figure, extremely pale, with large faded eyes, and a quantity of streaming hair. I cannot say

whether any diseased affection of the heart caused her lips to be parted as if she were panting, and her face to

bear a curious expression of suddenness and flutter; but I know that I had been to see Macbeth at the theatre,

a night or two before, and that her face looked to me as if it were all disturbed by fiery air, like the faces I had

She set the dish on, touched my guardian quietly on the arm with a finger to notify that dinner was ready, and

vanished. We took our seats at the round table, and my guardian kept Drummle on one side of him, while

Startop sat on the other. It was a noble dish of fish that the housekeeper had put on table, and we had a joint

of equally choice mutton afterwards, and then an equally choice bird. Sauces, wines, all the accessories we

wanted, and all of the best, were given out by our host from his dumbwaiter; and when they had made the

circuit of the table, he always put them back again. Similarly, he dealt us clean plates and knives and forks,

for each course, and dropped those just disused into two baskets on the ground by his chair. No other

attendant than the housekeeper appeared. She set on every dish; and I always saw in her face, a face rising out

of the caldron. Years afterwards, I made a dreadful likeness of that woman, by causing a face that had no

other natural resemblance to it than it derived from flowing hair, to pass behind a bowl of flaming spirits in a

Induced to take particular notice of the housekeeper, both by her own striking appearance and by Wemmick's

preparation, I observed that whenever she was in the room, she kept her eyes attentively on my guardian, and

that she would remove her hands from any dish she put before him, hesitatingly, as if she dreaded his calling

her back, and wanted him to speak when she was nigh, if he had anything to say. I fancied that I could detect

in his manner a consciousness of this, and a purpose of always holding her in suspense.

Dinner went off gaily, and, although my guardian seemed to follow rather than originate subjects, I knew that

he wrenched the weakest part of our dispositions out of us. For myself, I found that I was expressing my

tendency to lavish expenditure, and to patronize Herbert, and to boast of my great prospects, before I quite

knew that I had opened my lips. It was so with all of us, but with no one more than Drummle: the

development of whose inclination to gird in a grudging and suspicious way at the rest, was screwed out of

It was not then, but when we had got to the cheese, that our conversation turned upon our rowing feats, and

that Drummle was rallied for coming up behind of a night in that slow amphibious way of his. Drummle upon

this, informed our host that he much preferred our room to our company, and that as to skill he was more than

our master, and that as to strength he could scatter us like chaff. By some invisible agency, my guardian

wound him up to a pitch little short of ferocity about this trifle; and he fell to baring and spanning his arm to

show how muscular it was, and we all fell to baring and spanning our arms in a ridiculous manner.

Now, the housekeeper was at that time clearing the table; my guardian, taking no heed of her, but with the

side of his face turned from her, was leaning back in his chair biting the side of his forefinger and showing an

interest in Drummle, that, to me, was quite inexplicable. Suddenly, he clapped his large hand on the

housekeeper's, like a trap, as she stretched it across the table. So suddenly and smartly did he do this, that we

"If you talk of strength," said Mr. Jaggers, "I'll show you a wrist. Molly, let them see your wrist."

Her entrapped hand was on the table, but she had already put her other hand behind her waist. "Master," she

said, in a low voice, with her eyes attentively and entreatingly fixed upon him. "Don't."

"I'll show you a wrist," repeated Mr. Jaggers, with an immovable determination to show it. "Molly, let them

"Molly," said Mr. Jaggers, not looking at her, but obstinately looking at the opposite side of the room, "let

He took his hand from hers, and turned that wrist up on the table. She brought her other hand from behind

her, and held the two out side by side. The last wrist was much disfigured deeply scarred and scarred across

and across. When she held her hands out, she took her eyes from Mr. Jaggers, and turned them watchfully on

"There's power here," said Mr. Jaggers, coolly tracing out the sinews with his forefinger. "Very few men have

the power of wrist that this woman has. It's remarkable what mere force of grip there is in these hands. I have

had occasion to notice many hands; but I never saw stronger in that respect, man's or woman's, than these."

While he said these words in a leisurely critical style, she continued to look at every one of us in regular

succession as we sat. The moment he ceased, she looked at him again. "That'll do, Molly," said Mr. Jaggers,

giving her a slight nod; "you have been admired, and can go." She withdrew her hands and went out of the

room, and Mr. Jaggers, putting the decanters on from his dumbwaiter, filled his glass and passed round the

"At halfpast nine, gentlemen," said he, "we must break up. Pray make the best use of your time. I am glad to

If his object in singling out Drummle were to bring him out still more, it perfectly succeeded. In a sulky

triumph, Drummle showed his morose depreciation of the rest of us, in a more and more offensive degree

until he became downright intolerable. Through all his stages, Mr. Jaggers followed him with the same

In our boyish want of discretion I dare say we took too much to drink, and I know we talked too much. we

became particularly hot upon some boorish sneer of Drummle's, to the effect that we were too free with our

money. It led to my remarking, with more zeal than discretion, that it came with a bad grace from him, to

"I don't mean to imply that he won't," said I, "but it might make you hold your tongue about us and our

"I dare say," I went on, meaning to be very severe, "that you wouldn't lend money to any of us, if we wanted

"You are right," said Drummle. "I wouldn't lend one of you a sixpence. I wouldn't lend anybody a sixpence."

This was so very aggravating the more especially as I found myself making no way against his surly

"Come, Mr. Drummle, since we are on the subject, I'll tell you what passed between Herbert here and me,

"I don't want to know what passed between Herbert there and you," growled Drummle. And I think he added

"I'll tell you, however," said I, "whether you want to know or not. We said that as you put it in your pocket

very glad to get it, you seemed to be immensely amused at his being so weak as to lend it."

Drummle laughed outright, and sat laughing in our faces, with his hands in his pockets and his round

shoulders raised: plainly signifying that it was quite true, and that he despised us, as asses all.

Hereupon Startop took him in hand, though with a much better grace than I had shown, and exhorted him to

be a little more agreeable. Startop, being a lively bright young fellow, and Drummle being the exact opposite,

the latter was always disposed to resent him as a direct personal affront. He now retorted in a coarse lumpish

way, and Startop tried to turn the discussion aside with some small pleasantry that made us all laugh.

Resenting this little success more than anything, Drummle, without any threat or warning, pulled his hands

out of his pockets, dropped his round shoulders, swore, took up a large glass, and would have flung it at his

adversary's head, but for our entertainer's dexterously seizing it at the instant when it was raised for that

"Gentlemen," said Mr. Jaggers, deliberately putting down the glass, and hauling out his gold repeater by its

On this hint we all rose to depart. Before we got to the street door, Startop was cheerily calling Drummle "old

boy," as if nothing had happened. But the old boy was so far from responding, that he would not even walk to

Hammersmith on the same side of the way; so, Herbert and I, who remained in town, saw them going down

the street on opposite sides; Startop leading, and Drummle lagging behind in the shadow of the houses, much

As the door was not yet shut, I thought I would leave Herbert there for a moment, and run upstairs again to

say a word to my guardian. I found him in his dressingroom surrounded by his stock of boots, already hard

I told him I had come up again to say how sorry I was that anything disagreeable should have occurred, and

"Pooh!" said he, sluicing his face, and speaking through the waterdrops; "it's nothing, Pip. I like that Spider

He had turned towards me now, and was shaking his head, and blowing, and towelling himself.

"No, no," my guardian assented; "don't have too much to do with him. Keep as clear of him as you can. But I

like the fellow, Pip; he is one of the true sort. Why, if I was a fortuneteller"

"But I am not a fortuneteller," he said, letting his head drop into a festoon of towel, and towelling away at

In about a month after that, the Spider's time with Mr. Pocket was up for good, and, to the great relief of all

"I write this by request of Mr. Gargery, for to let you know that he is going to London in company with Mr.

Wopsle and would be glad if agreeable to be allowed to see you. He would call at Barnard's Hotel Tuesday

morning 9 o'clock, when if not agreeable please leave word. Your poor sister is much the same as when you

left. We talk of you in the kitchen every night, and wonder what you are saying and doing. If now considered

in the light of a liberty, excuse it for the love of poor old days. No more, dear Mr. Pip, from

"P.S. He wishes me most particular to write what larks. He says you will understand. I hope and do not doubt

it will be agreeable to see him even though a gentleman, for you had ever a good heart, and he is a worthy

worthy man. I have read him all excepting only the last little sentence, and he wishes me most particular to

I received this letter by the post on Monday morning, and therefore its appointment was for next day. Let me

Not with pleasure, though I was bound to him by so many ties; no; with considerable disturbance, some

mortification, and a keen sense of incongruity. If I could have kept him away by paying money, I certainly

would have paid money. My greatest reassurance was, that he was coming to Barnard's Inn, not to

Hammersmith, and consequently would not fall in Bentley Drummle's way. I had little objection to his being

seen by Herbert or his father, for both of whom I had a respect; but I had the sharpest sensitiveness as to his

being seen by Drummle, whom I held in contempt. So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and

meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.

I had begun to be always decorating the chambers in some quite unnecessary and inappropriate way or other,

and very expensive those wrestles with Barnard proved to be. By this time, the rooms were vastly different

from what I had found them, and I enjoyed the honour of occupying a few prominent pages in the books of a

neighbouring upholsterer. I had got on so fast of late, that I had even started a boy in boots top boots in

bondage and slavery to whom I might have been said to pass my days. For, after I had made the monster (out

of the refuse of my washerwoman's family) and had clothed him with a blue coat, canary waistcoat, white

cravat, creamy breeches, and the boots already mentioned, I had to find him a little to do and a great deal to

This avenging phantom was ordered to be on duty at eight on Tuesday morning in the hall (it was two feet

square, as charged for floorcloth), and Herbert suggested certain things for breakfast that he thought Joe

would like. While I felt sincerely obliged to him for being so interested and considerate, I had an odd

halfprovoked sense of suspicion upon me, that if Joe had been coming to see him, he wouldn't have been

However, I came into town on the Monday night to be ready for Joe, and I got up early in the morning, and

caused the sittingroom and breakfasttable to assume their most splendid appearance. Unfortunately the

morning was drizzly, and an angel could not have concealed the fact that Barnard was shedding sooty tears

As the time approached I should have liked to run away, but the Avenger pursuant to orders was in the hall,

and presently I heard Joe on the staircase. I knew it was Joe, by his clumsy manner of coming upstairs his

state boots being always too big for him and by the time it took him to read the names on the other floors in

the course of his ascent. When at last he stopped outside our door, I could hear his finger tracing over the

painted letters of my name, and I afterwards distinctly heard him breathing in at the keyhole. Finally he gave

a faint single rap, and Pepper such was the compromising name of the avenging boy announced "Mr.

Gargery!" I thought he never would have done wiping his feet, and that I must have gone out to lift him off

With his good honest face all glowing and shining, and his hat put down on the floor between us, he caught

both my hands and worked them straight up and down, as if I had been the lastpatented Pump.

But Joe, taking it up carefully with both hands, like a bird'snest with eggs in it, wouldn't hear of parting with

that piece of property, and persisted in standing talking over it in a most uncomfortable way.

"Which you have that growed," said Joe, "and that swelled, and that gentlefolked;" Joe considered a little

before he discovered this word; "as to be sure you are a honour to your king and country."

"Thank God," said Joe, "I'm ekerval to most. And your sister, she's no worse than she were. And Biddy, she's

ever right and ready. And all friends is no backerder, if not no forarder. 'Ceptin Wopsle; he's had a drop."

All this time (still with both hands taking great care of the bird'snest), Joe was rolling his eyes round and

"Why yes," said Joe, lowering his voice, "he's left the Church, and went into the playacting. Which the

playacting have likeways brought him to London along with me. And his wish were," said Joe, getting the

bird'snest under his left arm for the moment and groping in it for an egg with his right; "if no offence, as I

I took what Joe gave me, and found it to be the crumpled playbill of a small metropolitan theatre, announcing

the first appearance, in that very week, of "the celebrated Provincial Amateur of Roscian renown, whose

unique performance in the highest tragic walk of our National Bard has lately occasioned so great a sensation

"Why," said Joe, "yes, there certainly were a peck of orangepeel. Partickler, when he see the ghost. Though

I put it to yourself, sir, whether it were calc'lated to keep a man up to his work with a good hart, to be

continiwally cutting in betwixt him and the Ghost with "Amen!" A man may have had a misfortun' and been

in the Church," said Joe, lowering his voice to an argumentative and feeling tone, "but that is no reason why

you should put him out at such a time. Which I meantersay, if the ghost of a man's own father cannot be

allowed to claim his attention, what can, Sir? Still more, when his mourning "at is unfortunately made so

small as that the weight of the black feathers brings it off, try to keep it on how you may."

A ghostseeing effect in Joe's own countenance informed me that Herbert had entered the room. So, I

presented Joe to Herbert, who held out his hand; but Joe backed from it, and held on by the bird'snest.

"Your servant, Sir," said Joe, "which I hope as you and Pip" here his eye fell on the Avenger, who was

putting some toast on table, and so plainly denoted an intention to make that young gentleman one of the

family, that I frowned it down and confused him more "I meantersay, you two gentlemen which I hope as

you get your elths in this close spot? For the present may be a werry good inn, according to London

opinions," said Joe, confidentially, "and I believe its character do stand i; but I wouldn't keep a pig in it

myself not in the case that I wished him to fatten wholesome and to eat with a meller flavour on him."

Having borne this flattering testimony to the merits of our dwellingplace, and having incidentally shown

this tendency to call me "sir," Joe, being invited to sit down to table, looked all round the room for a suitable

spot on which to deposit his hat as if it were only on some very few rare substances in nature that it could

find a resting place and ultimately stood it on an extreme corner of the chimneypiece, from which it ever

"Do you take tea, or coffee, Mr. Gargery?" asked Herbert, who always presided of a morning.

"Thankee, Sir," said Joe, stiff from head to foot, "I'll take whichever is most agreeable to yourself."

"Thankee, Sir," returned Joe, evidently dispirited by the proposal, "since you are so kind as make chice of

coffee, I will not run contrairy to your own opinions. But don't you never find it a little 'eating?"

Here Joe's hat tumbled off the mantelpiece, and he started out of his chair and picked it up, and fitted it to

the same exact spot. As if it were an absolute point of good breeding that it should tumble off again soon.

"Were it yesterday afternoon?" said Joe, after coughing behind his hand, as if he had had time to catch the

whoopingcough since he came. "No it were not. Yes it were. Yes. It were yesterday afternoon" (with an

"Why, yes, Sir," said Joe, "me and Wopsle went off straight to look at the Blacking Ware'us. But we didn't

find that it come up to its likeness in the red bills at the shop doors; which I meantersay," added Joe, in an

I really believe Joe would have prolonged this word (mightily expressive to my mind of some architecture

that I know) into a perfect Chorus, but for his attention being providentially attracted by his hat, which was

toppling. Indeed, it demanded from him a constant attention, and a quickness of eye and hand, very like that

exacted by wicketkeeping. He made extraordinary play with it, and showed the greatest skill; now, rushing

at it and catching it neatly as it dropped; now, merely stopping it midway, beating it up, and humouring it in

various parts of the room and against a good deal of the pattern of the paper on the wall, before he felt it safe

to close with it; finally, splashing it into the slopbasin, where I took the liberty of laying hands upon it.

As to his shirtcollar, and his coatcollar, they were perplexing to reflect upon insoluble mysteries both.

Why should a man scrape himself to that extent, before he could consider himself full dressed? Why should

he suppose it necessary to be purified by suffering for his holiday clothes? Then he fell into such

unaccountable fits of meditation, with his fork midway between his plate and his mouth; had his eyes

attracted in such strange directions; was afflicted with such remarkable coughs; sat so far from the table, and

dropped so much more than he ate, and pretended that he hadn't dropped it; that I was heartily glad when

I had neither the good sense nor the good feeling to know that this was all my fault, and that if I had been

easier with Joe, Joe would have been easier with me. I felt impatient of him and out of temper with him; in

Joe looked at me for a single instant with something faintly like reproach. Utterly preposterous as his cravat

"Us two being now alone," resumed Joe, "and me having the intentions and abilities to stay not many minutes

more, I will now conclude leastways begin to mention what have led to my having had the present

honour. For was it not," said Joe, with his old air of lucid exposition, "that my only wish were to be useful to

you, I should not have had the honour of breaking wittles in the company and abode of gentlemen."

I was so unwilling to see the look again, that I made no remonstrance against this tone.

"Well, Sir," pursued Joe, "this is how it were. I were at the Bargemen t'other night, Pip;" whenever he

subsided into affection, he called me Pip, and whenever he relapsed into politeness he called me Sir; "when

there come up in his shaycart, Pumblechook. Which that same identical," said Joe, going down a new track,

"do comb my 'air the wrong way sometimes, awful, by giving out up and down town as it were him which

ever had your infant companionation and were looked upon as a playfellow by yourself."

"Which I fully believed it were, Pip," said Joe, slightly tossing his head, "though it signify little now, Sir.

Well, Pip; this same identical, which his manners is given to blusterous, come to me at the Bargemen (wot a

pipe and a pint of beer do give refreshment to the workingman, Sir, and do not over stimilate), and his word

"'She wish,' were Pumblechook's word, 'to speak to you.'" Joe sat and rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

"Next day, Sir," said Joe, looking at me as if I were a long way off, "having cleaned myself, I go and I see

"Which I say, Sir," replied Joe, with an air of legal formality, as if he were making his will, "Miss A., or

otherways Havisham. Her expression air then as follering: 'Mr. Gargery. You air in correspondence with Mr.

Pip?' Having had a letter from you, I were able to say 'I am.' (When I married your sister, Sir, I said 'I will;'

and when I answered your friend, Pip, I said 'I am.') 'Would you tell him, then,' said she, 'that which Estella

I felt my face fire up as I looked at Joe. I hope one remote cause of its firing, may have been my

consciousness that if I had known his errand, I should have given him more encouragement.

"Biddy," pursued Joe, "when I got home and asked her fur to write the message to you, a little hung back.

Biddy says, "I know he will be very glad to have it by word of mouth, it is holidaytime, you want to see him,

go!" I have now concluded, Sir," said Joe, rising from his chair, "and, Pip, I wish you ever well and ever

Our eyes met, and all the "Sir" melted out of that manly heart as he gave me his hand.

"Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a

blacksmith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith. Diwisions among such

must come, and must be met as they come. If there's been any fault at all today, it's mine. You and me is not

two figures to be together in London; nor yet anywheres else but what is private, and beknown, and

understood among friends. It ain't that I am proud, but that I want to be right, as you shall never see me no

more in these clothes. I'm wrong in these clothes. I'm wrong out of the forge, the kitchen, or off th' meshes.

You won't find half so much fault in me if you think of me in my forge dress, with my hammer in my hand,

or even my pipe. You won't find half so much fault in me if, supposing as you should ever wish to see me,

you come and put your head in at the forge window and see Joe the blacksmith, there, at the old anvil, in the

old burnt apron, sticking to the old work. I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of

I had not been mistaken in my fancy that there was a simple dignity in him. The fashion of his dress could no

more come in its way when he spoke these words, than it could come in its way in Heaven. He touched me

gently on the forehead, and went out. As soon as I could recover myself sufficiently, I hurried out after him

It was clear that I must repair to our town next day, and in the first flow of my repentance it was equally clear

that I must stay at Joe's. But, when I had secured my boxplace by tomorrow's coach and had been down to

Mr. Pocket's and back, I was not by any means convinced on the last point, and began to invent reasons and

make excuses for putting up at the Blue Boar. I should be an inconvenience at Joe's; I was not expected, and

my bed would not be ready; I should be too far from Miss Havisham's, and she was exacting and mightn't like

it. All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the selfswindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat

myself. Surely a curious thing. That I should innocently take a bad halfcrown of somebody else's

manufacture, is reasonable enough; but that I should knowingly reckon the spurious coin of my own make, as

good money! An obliging stranger, under pretence of compactly folding up my banknotes for security's

sake, abstracts the notes and gives me nutshells; but what is his sleight of hand to mine, when I fold up my

Having settled that I must go to the Blue Boar, my mind was much disturbed by indecision whether or not to

take the Avenger. It was tempting to think of that expensive Mercenary publicly airing his boots in the

archway of the Blue Boar's postingyard; it was almost solemn to imagine him casually produced in the

tailor's shop and confounding the disrespectful senses of Trabb's boy. On the other hand, Trabb's boy might

worm himself into his intimacy and tell him things; or, reckless and desperate wretch as I knew he could be,

might hoot him in the Highstreet, My patroness, too, might hear of him, and not approve. On the whole, I

It was the afternoon coach by which I had taken my place, and, as winter had now come round, I should not

arrive at my destination until two or three hours after dark. Our time of starting from the Cross Keys was two

o'clock. I arrived on the ground with a quarter of an hour to spare, attended by the Avenger if I may connect

At that time it was customary to carry Convicts down to the dockyards by stagecoach. As I had often heard

of them in the capacity of outside passengers, and had more than once seen them on the high road dangling

their ironed legs over the coach roof, I had no cause to be surprised when Herbert, meeting me in the yard,

came up and told me there were two convicts going down with me. But I had a reason that was an old reason

"I can't pretend that I do like them, and I suppose you don't particularly. But I don't mind them."

"See! There they are," said Herbert, "coming out of the Tap. What a degraded and vile sight it is!"

They had been treating their guard, I suppose, for they had a gaoler with them, and all three came out wiping

their mouths on their hands. The two convicts were handcuffed together, and had irons on their legs irons

of a pattern that I knew well. They wore the dress that I likewise knew well. Their keeper had a brace of

pistols, and carried a thickknobbed bludgeon under his arm; but he was on terms of good understanding

with them, and stood, with them beside him, looking on at the puttingto of the horses, rather with an air as if

the convicts were an interesting Exhibition not formally open at the moment, and he the Curator. One was a

taller and stouter man than the other, and appeared as a matter of course, according to the mysterious ways of

the world both convict and free, to have had allotted to him the smaller suit of clothes. His arms and legs

were like great pincushions of those shapes, and his attire disguised him absurdly; but I knew his halfclosed

eye at one glance. There stood the man whom I had seen on the settle at the Three Jolly Bargemen on a

It was easy to make sure that as yet he knew me no more than if he had never seen me in his life. He looked

across at me, and his eye appraised my watchchain, and then he incidentally spat and said something to the

other convict, and they laughed and slued themselves round with a clink of their coupling manacle, and

looked at something else. The great numbers on their backs, as if they were street doors; their coarse mangy

ungainly outer surface, as if they were lower animals; their ironed legs, apologetically garlanded with

pockethandkerchiefs; and the way in which all present looked at them and kept from them; made them (as

But this was not the worst of it. It came out that the whole of the back of the coach had been taken by a

family removing from London, and that there were no places for the two prisoners but on the seat in front,

behind the coachman. Hereupon, a choleric gentleman, who had taken the fourth place on that seat, flew into

a most violent passion, and said that it was a breach of contract to mix him up with such villainous company,

and that it was poisonous and pernicious and infamous and shameful, and I don't know what else. At this time

the coach was ready and the coachman impatient, and we were all preparing to get up, and the prisoners had

come over with their keeper bringing with them that curious flavour of breadpoultice, baize, ropeyarn,

"Don't take it so much amiss. sir," pleaded the keeper to the angry passenger; "I'll sit next you myself. I'll put

'em on the outside of the row. They won't interfere with you, sir. You needn't know they're there."

"And don't blame me," growled the convict I had recognized. "I don't want to go. I am quite ready to stay

"Or mine," said the other, gruffly. "I wouldn't have incommoded none of you, if I'd had my way." Then, they

both laughed, and began cracking nuts, and spitting the shells about. As I really think I should have liked to

At length, it was voted that there was no help for the angry gentleman, and that he must either go in his

chance company or remain behind. So, he got into his place, still making complaints, and the keeper got into

the place next him, and the convicts hauled themselves up as well as they could, and the convict I had

"Goodbye, Handel!" Herbert called out as we started. I thought what a blessed fortune it was, that he had

It is impossible to express with what acuteness I felt the convict's breathing, not only on the back of my head,

but all along my spine. The sensation was like being touched in the marrow with some pungent and searching

acid, it set my very teeth on edge. He seemed to have more breathing business to do than another man, and to

make more noise in doing it; and I was conscious of growing highshoulderd on one side, in my shrinking

The weather was miserably raw, and the two cursed the cold. It made us all lethargic before we had gone far,

and when we had left the Halfway House behind, we habitually dozed and shivered and were silent. I dozed

off, myself, in considering the question whether I ought to restore a couple of pounds sterling to this creature

before losing sight of him, and how it could best be done. In the act of dipping forward as if I were going to

But I must have lost it longer than I had thought, since, although I could recognize nothing in the darkness

and the fitful lights and shadows of our lamps, I traced marsh country in the cold damp wind that blew at us.

Cowering forward for warmth and to make me a screen against the wind, the convicts were closer to me than

before. They very first words I heard them interchange as I became conscious were the words of my own

"How should I know?" returned the other. "He had 'em stowed away somehows. Giv him by friends, I

"I wish," said the other, with a bitter curse upon the cold, "that I had 'em here."

"Two one pound notes. I'd sell all the friends I ever had, for one, and think it a blessed good bargain. Well?

"So he says," resumed the convict I had recognized "it was all said and done in half a minute, behind a pile

of timber in the Dockyard 'You're agoing to be discharged?' Yes, I was. Would I find out that boy that had

fed him and kep his secret, and give him them two one pound notes? Yes, I would. And I did."

"More fool you," growled the other. "I'd have spent 'em on a Man, in wittles and drink. He must have been a

"Not a ha'porth. Different gangs and different ships. He was tried again for prison breaking, and got made a

"And was that Honour! the only time you worked out, in this part of the country?"

"A most beastly place. Mudbank, mist, swamp, and work; work, swamp, mist, and mudbank."

They both execrated the place in very strong language, and gradually growled themselves out, and had

After overhearing this dialogue, I should assuredly have got down and been left in the solitude and darkness

of the highway, but for feeling certain that the man had no suspicion of my identity. Indeed, I was not only so

changed in the course of nature, but so differently dressed and so differently circumstanced, that it was not at

all likely he could have known me without accidental help. Still, the coincidence of our being together on the

coach, was sufficiently strange to fill me with a dread that some other coincidence might at any moment

connect me, in his hearing, with my name. For this reason, I resolved to alight as soon as we touched the

town, and put myself out of his hearing. This device I executed successfully. My little portmanteau was in the

boot under my feet; I had but to turn a hinge to get it out: I threw it down before me, got down after it, and

was left at the first lamp on the first stones of the town pavement. As to the convicts, they went their way

with the coach, and I knew at what point they would be spirited off to the river. In my fancy, I saw the boat

with its convict crew waiting for them at the slimewashed stairs, again heard the gruff "Give way, you!"

like and order to dogs again saw the wicked Noah's Ark lying out on the black water.

I could not have said what I was afraid of, for my fear was altogether undefined and vague, but there was

great fear upon me. As I walked on to the hotel, I felt that a dread, much exceeding the mere apprehension of

a painful or disagreeable recognition, made me tremble. I am confident that it took no distinctness of shape,

The coffeeroom at the Blue Boar was empty, and I had not only ordered my dinner there, but had sat down

to it, before the waiter knew me. As soon as he had apologized for the remissness of his memory, he asked

The waiter (it was he who had brought up the Great Remonstrance from the Commercials, on the day when I

was bound) appeared surprised, and took the earliest opportunity of putting a dirty old copy of a local

Our readers will learn, not altogether without interest, in reference to the recent romantic rise in fortune of a

young artificer in iron of this neighbourhood (what a theme, by the way, for the magic pen of our as yet not

universally acknowledged townsman TOOBY, the poet of our columns!) that the youth's earliest patron,

companion, and friend, was a highlyrespected individual not entirely unconnected with the corn and seed

trade, and whose eminently convenient and commodious business premises are situate within a hundred miles

of the Highstreet. It is not wholly irrespective of our personal feelings that we record HIM as the Mentor of

our young Telemachus, for it is good to know that our town produced the founder of the latter's fortunes.

Does the thoughtcontracted brow of the local Sage or the lustrous eye of local Beauty inquire whose

fortunes? We believe that Quintin Matsys was the BLACKSMITH of Antwerp. VERB. SAP.

I entertain a conviction, based upon large experience, that if in the days of my prosperity I had gone to the

North Pole, I should have met somebody there, wandering Esquimaux or civilized man, who would have told

Betimes in the morning I was up and out. It was too early yet to go to Miss Havisham's, so I loitered into the

country on Miss Havisham's side of town which was not Joe's side; I could go there tomorrow thinking

She had adopted Estella, she had as good as adopted me, and it could not fail to be her intention to bring us

together. She reserved it for me to restore the desolate house, admit the sunshine into the dark rooms, set the

clocks agoing and the cold hearths ablazing, tear down the cobwebs, destroy the vermin in short, do all

the shining deeds of the young Knight of romance, and marry the Princess. I had stopped to look at the house

as I passed; and its seared red brick walls, blocked windows, and strong green ivy clasping even the stacks of

chimneys with its twigs and tendons, as if with sinewy old arms, had made up a rich attractive mystery, of

which I was the hero. Estella was the inspiration of it, and the heart of it, of course. But, though she had taken

such strong possession of me, though my fancy and my hope were so set upon her, though her influence on

my boyish life and character had been allpowerful, I did not, even that romantic morning, invest her with

any attributes save those she possessed. I mention this in this place, of a fixed purpose, because it is the clue

by which I am to be followed into my poor labyrinth. According to my experience, the conventional notion of

a lover cannot be always true. The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I

loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not

always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness,

against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had

no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.

I so shaped out my walk as to arrive at the gate at my old time. When I had rung at the bell with an unsteady

hand, I turned my back upon the gate, while I tried to get my breath and keep the beating of my heart

moderately quiet. I heard the side door open, and steps come across the courtyard; but I pretended not to

Being at last touched on the shoulder, I started and turned. I started much more naturally then, to find myself

confronted by a man in a sober grey dress. The last man I should have expected to see in that place of porter

"Ah, young master, there's more changes than yours. But come in, come in. It's opposed to my orders to hold

I entered and he swung it, and locked it, and took the key out. "Yes!" said he, facing round, after doggedly

"I come her," he retorted, "on my legs. I had my box brought alongside me in a barrow."

I was not so sure of that. I had leisure to entertain the retort in my mind, while he slowly lifted his heavy

"Do this look like a forge?" replied Orlick, sending his glance all round him with an air of injury. "Now, do it

"One day is so like another here," he replied, "that I don't know without casting it up. However, I come her

By this time we had come to the house, where I found his room to be one just within the side door, with a

little window in it looking on the courtyard. In its small proportions, it was not unlike the kind of place

usually assigned to a gateporter in Paris. Certain keys were hanging on the wall, to which he now added the

gatekey; and his patchworkcovered bed was in a little inner division or recess. The whole had a slovenly

confined and sleepy look, like a cage for a human dormouse: while he, looming dark and heavy in the shadow

of a corner by the window, looked like the human dormouse for whom it was fitted up as indeed he was.

"I never saw this room before," I remarked; "but there used to be no Porter here."

"No," said he; "not till it got about that there was no protection on the premises, and it come to be considered

dangerous, with convicts and Tag and Rag and Bobtail going up and down. And then I was recommended to

the place as a man who could give another man as good as he brought, and I took it. It's easier than

My eye had been caught by a gun with a brass bound stock over the chimneypiece, and his eye had followed

"Well," said I, not desirous of more conversation, "shall I go up to Miss Havisham?"

"Burn me, if I know!" he retorted, first stretching himself and then shaking himself; "my orders ends here,

young master. I give this here bell a rap with this here hammer, and you go on along the passage till you meet

Upon that, I turned down the long passage which I had first trodden in my thick boots, and he made his bell

sound. At the end of the passage, while the bell was still reverberating, I found Sarah Pocket: who appeared

"It is, Miss Pocket. I am glad to tell you that Mr. Pocket and family are all well."

"Are they any wiser?" said Sarah, with a dismal shake of the head; "they had better be wiser, than well. Ah,

Tolerably, for I had gone up the staircase in the dark, many a time. I ascended it now, in lighter boots than of

yore, and tapped in my old way at the door of Miss Havisham's room. "Pip's rap," I heard her say,

She was in her chair near the old table, in the old dress, with her two hands crossed on her stick, her chin

resting on them, and her eyes on the fire. Sitting near her, with the white shoe that had never been worn, in

her hand, and her head bent as she looked at it, was an elegant lady whom I had never seen.

"Come in, Pip," Miss Havisham continued to mutter, without looking round or up; "come in, Pip, how do you

She looked up at me suddenly, only moving her eyes, and repeated in a grimly playful manner,

"I heard, Miss Havisham," said I, rather at a loss, "that you were so kind as to wish me to come and see you,

The lady whom I had never seen before, lifted up her eyes and looked archly at me, and then I saw that the

eyes were Estella's eyes. But she was so much changed, was so much more beautiful, so much more

womanly, in all things winning admiration had made such wonderful advance, that I seemed to have made

none. I fancied, as I looked at her, that I slipped hopelessly back into the coarse and common boy again. O

the sense of distance and disparity that came upon me, and the inaccessibility that came about her!

She gave me her hand. I stammered something about the pleasure I felt in seeing her again, and about my

"Do you find her much changed, Pip?" asked Miss Havisham, with her greedy look, and striking her stick

"When I came in, Miss Havisham, I thought there was nothing of Estella in the face or figure; but now it all

"What? You are not going to say into the old Estella?" Miss Havisham interrupted. "She was proud and

I said confusedly that that was long ago, and that I knew no better then, and the like. Estella smiled with

perfect composure, and said she had no doubt of my having been quite right, and of her having been very

Estella laughed, and looked at the shoe in her hand, and laughed again, and looked at me, and put the shoe

We sat in the dreamy room among the old strange influences which had so wrought upon me, and I learnt that

she had but just come home from France, and that she was going to London. Proud and wilful as of old, she

had brought those qualities into such subjection to her beauty that it was impossible and out of nature or I

thought so to separate them from her beauty. Truly it was impossible to dissociate her presence from all

those wretched hankerings after money and gentility that had disturbed my boyhood from all those

illregulated aspirations that had first made me ashamed of home and Joe from all those visions that had

raised her face in the glowing fire, struck it out of the iron on the anvil, extracted it from the darkness of night

to look in at the wooden window of the forge and flit away. In a word, it was impossible for me to separate

It was settled that I should stay there all the rest of the day, and return to the hotel at night, and to London

tomorrow. When we had conversed for a while, Miss Havisham sent us two out to walk in the neglected

garden: on our coming in byandby, she said, I should wheel her about a little as in times of yore.

So, Estella and I went out into the garden by the gate through which I had strayed to my encounter with the

pale young gentleman, now Herbert; I, trembling in spirit and worshipping the very hem of her dress; she,

quite composed and most decidedly not worshipping the hem of mine. As we drew near to the place of

"I must have been a singular little creature to hide and see that fight that day: but I did, and I enjoyed it very

"Did I?" she replied, in an incidental and forgetful way. "I remember I entertained a great objection to your

adversary, because I took it ill that he should be brought here to pester me with his company."

I made the admission with reluctance, for it seemed to have a boyish look, and she already treated me more

"Since your change of fortune and prospects, you have changed your companions," said Estella.

"And necessarily," she added, in a haughty tone; "what was fit company for you once, would be quite unfit

In my conscience, I doubt very much whether I had any lingering intention left, of going to see Joe; but if I

"You had no idea of your impending good fortune, in those times?" said Estella, with a slight wave of her

The air of completeness and superiority with which she walked at my side, and the air of youthfulness and

submission with which I walked at hers, made a contrast that I strongly felt. It would have rankled in me

more than it did, if I had not regarded myself as eliciting it by being so set apart for her and assigned to her.

The garden was too overgrown and rank for walking in with ease, and after we had made the round of it twice

or thrice, we came out again into the brewery yard. I showed her to a nicety where I had seen her walking on

the casks, that first old day, and she said, with a cold and careless look in that direction, "Did I?" I reminded

her where she had come out of the house and given me my meat and drink, and she said, "I don't remember."

"Not remember that you made me cry?" said I. "No," said she, and shook her head and looked about her. I

verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly and that

"You must know," said Estella, condescending to me as a brilliant and beautiful woman might, "that I have

I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there

"Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt," said Estella, "and, of course, if it ceased to

beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no sympathy sentiment

What was it that was borne in upon my mind when she stood still and looked attentively at me? Anything that

I had seen in Miss Havisham? No. In some of her looks and gestures there was that tinge of resemblance to

Miss Havisham which may often be noticed to have been acquired by children, from grown person with

whom they have been much associated and secluded, and which, when childhood is passed, will produce a

remarkable occasional likeness of expression between faces that are otherwise quite different. And yet I could

not trace this to Miss Havisham. I looked again, and though she was still looking at me, the suggestion was

"I am serious," said Estella, not so much with a frown (for her brow was smooth) as with a darkening of her

face; "if we are to be thrown much together, you had better believe it at once. No!" imperiously stopping me

as I opened my lips. "I have not bestowed my tenderness anywhere. I have never had any such thing."

In another moment we were in the brewery so long disused, and she pointed to the high gallery where I had

seen her going out on that same first day, and told me she remembered to have been up there, and to have

seen me standing scared below. As my eyes followed her white hand, again the same dim suggestion that I

could not possibly grasp, crossed me. My involuntary start occasioned her to lay her hand upon my arm.

"Then you don't? Very well. It is said, at any rate. Miss Havisham will soon be expecting you at your old

post, though I think that might be laid aside now, with other old belongings. Let us make one more round of

the garden, and then go in. Come! You shall not shed tears for my cruelty today; you shall be my Page, and

Her handsome dress had trailed upon the ground. She held it in one hand now, and with the other lightly

touched my shoulder as we walked. We walked round the ruined garden twice or thrice more, and it was all

in bloom for me. If the green and yellow growth of weed in the chinks of the old wall had been the most

precious flowers that ever blew, it could not have been more cherished in my remembrance.

There was no discrepancy of years between us, to remove her far from me; we were of nearly the same age,

though of course the age told for more in her case than in mine; but the air of inaccessibility which her beauty

and her manner gave her, tormented me in the midst of my delight, and at the height of the assurance I felt

At last we went back into the house, and there I heard, with surprise, that my guardian had come down to see

Miss Havisham on business, and would come back to dinner. The old wintry branches of chandeliers in the

room where the mouldering table was spread, had been lighted while we were out, and Miss Havisham was in

It was like pushing the chair itself back into the past, when we began the old slow circuit round about the

ashes of the bridal feast. But, in the funereal room, with that figure of the grave fallen back in the chair fixing

its eyes upon her, Estella looked more bright and beautiful than before, and I was under stronger

The time so melted away, that our early dinnerhour drew close at hand, and Estella left us to prepare herself.

We had stopped near the centre of the long table, and Miss Havisham, with one of her withered arms

stretched out of the chair, rested that clenched hand upon the yellow cloth. As Estella looked back over her

shoulder before going out at the door, Miss Havisham kissed that hand to her, with a ravenous intensity that

Then, Estella being gone and we two left alone, she turned to me, and said in a whisper:

She drew an arm round my neck, and drew my head close down to hers as she sat in the chair. "Love her,

Before I could answer (if I could have answered so difficult a question at all), she repeated, "Love her, love

her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces and

as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper love her, love her, love her!"

Never had I seen such passionate eagerness as was joined to her utterance of these words. I could feel the

muscles of the thin arm round my neck, swell with the vehemence that possessed her.

"Hear me, Pip! I adopted her to be loved. I bred her and educated her, to be loved. I developed her into what

She said the word often enough, and there could be no doubt that she meant to say it; but if the often repeated

word had been hate instead of love despair revenge dire death it could not have sounded from her lips

"I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, "what real love is. It is blind devotion,

unquestioning selfhumiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole

When she came to that, and to a wild cry that followed that, I caught her round the waist. For she rose up in

the chair, in her shroud of a dress, and struck at the air as if she would as soon have struck herself against the

All this passed in a few seconds. As I drew her down into her chair, I was conscious of a scent that I knew,

He always carried (I have not yet mentioned it, I think) a pockethandkerchief of rich silk and of imposing

proportions, which was of great value to him in his profession. I have seen him so terrify a client or a witness

by ceremoniously unfolding this pockethandkerchief as if he were immediately going to blow his nose, and

then pausing, as if he knew he should not have time to do it before such client or witness committed himself,

that the selfcommittal has followed directly, quite as a matter of course. When I saw him in the room, he

had this expressive pockethandkerchief in both hands, and was looking at us. On meeting my eye, he said

plainly, by a momentary and silent pause in that attitude, "Indeed? Singular!" and then put the handkerchief

Miss Havisham had seen him as soon as I, and was (like everybody else) afraid of him. She made a strong

"As punctual as ever," he repeated, coming up to us. "(How do you do, Pip? Shall I give you a ride, Miss

I told him when I had arrived, and how Miss Havisham had wished me to come and see Estella. To which he

replied, "Ah! Very fine young lady!" Then he pushed Miss Havisham in her chair before him, with one of his

large hands, and put the other in his trouserspocket as if the pocket were full of secrets.

"Well, Pip! How often have you seen Miss Estella before?" said he, when he came to a stop.

"Jaggers," interposed Miss Havisham, much to my relief; "leave my Pip alone, and go with him to your

He complied, and we groped our way down the dark stairs together. While we were still on our way to those

detached apartments across the paved yard at the back, he asked me how often I had seen Miss Havisham eat

and drink; offering me a breadth of choice, as usual, between a hundred times and once.

"And never will, Pip," he retorted, with a frowning smile. "She has never allowed herself to be seen doing

either, since she lived this present life of hers. She wanders about in the night, and then lays hands on such

This brought us to the dinnertable, where she and Sarah Pocket awaited us. Mr. Jaggers presided, Estella sat

opposite to him, I faced my green and yellow friend. We dined very well, and were waited on by a

maidservant whom I had never seen in all my comings and goings, but who, for anything I know, had been

in that mysterious house the whole time. After dinner, a bottle of choice old port was placed before my

guardian (he was evidently well acquainted with the vintage), and the two ladies left us.

Anything to equal the determined reticence of Mr. Jaggers under that roof, I never saw elsewhere, even in

him. He kept his very looks to himself, and scarcely directed his eyes to Estella's face once during dinner.

When she spoke to him, he listened, and in due course answered, but never looked at her, that I could see. On

the other hand, she often looked at him, with interest and curiosity, if not distrust, but his face never, showed

the least consciousness. Throughout dinner he took a dry delight in making Sarah Pocket greener and

yellower, by often referring in conversation with me to my expectations; but here, again, he showed no

consciousness, and even made it appear that he extorted and even did extort, though I don't know how

And when he and I were left alone together, he sat with an air upon him of general lying by in consequence of

information he possessed, that really was too much for me. He crossexamined his very wine when he had

nothing else in hand. He held it between himself and the candle, tasted the port, rolled it in his mouth,

swallowed it, looked at his glass again, smelt the port, tried it, drank it, filled again, and crossexamined the

glass again, until I was as nervous as if I had known the wine to be telling him something to my

disadvantage. Three or four times I feebly thought I would start conversation; but whenever he saw me going

to ask him anything, he looked at me with his glass in his hand, and rolling his wine about in his mouth, as if

I think Miss Pocket was conscious that the sight of me involved her in the danger of being goaded to

madness, and perhaps tearing off her cap which was a very hideous one, in the nature of a muslin mop

and strewing the ground with her hair which assuredly had never grown on her head. She did not appear

when we afterwards went up to Miss Havisham's room, and we four played at whist. In the interval, Miss

Havisham, in a fantastic way, had put some of the most beautiful jewels from her dressingtable into Estella's

hair, and about her bosom and arms; and I saw even my guardian look at her from under his thick eyebrows,

and raise them a little, when her loveliness was before him, with those rich flushes of glitter and colour in it.

Of the manner and extent to which he took our trumps into custody, and came out with mean little cards at

the ends of hands, before which the glory of our Kings and Queens was utterly abased, I say nothing; nor, of

the feeling that I had, respecting his looking upon us personally in the light of three very obvious and poor

riddles that he had found out long ago. What I suffered from, was the incompatibility between his cold

presence and my feelings towards Estella. It was not that I knew I could never bear to speak to him about her,

that I knew I could never bear to hear him creak his boots at her, that I knew I could never bear to see him

wash his hands of her; it was, that my admiration should be within a foot or two of him it was, that my

feelings should be in the same place with him that, was the agonizing circumstance.

We played until nine o'clock, and then it was arranged that when Estella came to London I should be

forewarned of her coming and should meet her at the coach; and then I took leave of her, and touched her and

My guardian lay at the Boar in the next room to mine. Far into the night, Miss Havisham's words, "Love her,

love her, love her!" sounded in my ears. I adapted them for my own repetition, and said to my pillow, "I love

her, I love her, I love her!" hundreds of times. Then, a burst of gratitude came upon me, that she should be

destined for me, once the blacksmith's boy. Then, I thought if she were, as I feared, by no means rapturously

grateful for that destiny yet, when would she begin to be interested in me? When should I awaken the heart

Ah me! I thought those were high and great emotions. But I never thought there was anything low and small

in my keeping away from Joe, because I knew she would be contemptuous of him. It was but a day gone, and

Joe had brought the tears into my eyes; they had soon dried, God forgive me! soon dried.

After well considering the matter while I was dressing at the Blue Boar in the morning, I resolved to tell my

guardian that I doubted Orlick's being the right sort of man to fill a post of trust at Miss Havisham's. "Why, of

course he is not the right sort of man, Pip," said my guardian, comfortably satisfied beforehand on the general

head, "because the man who fills the post of trust never is the right sort of man." It seemed quite to put him

into spirits, to find that this particular post was not exceptionally held by the right sort of man, and he listened

in a satisfied manner while I told him what knowledge I had of Orlick. "Very good, Pip," he observed, when I

had concluded, "I'll go round presently, and pay our friend off." Rather alarmed by this summary action, I

was for a little delay, and even hinted that our friend himself might be difficult to deal with. "Oh no he

won't," said my guardian, making his pockethandkerchiefpoint, with perfect confidence; "I should like to

As we were going back together to London by the midday coach, and as I breakfasted under such terrors of

Pumblechook that I could scarcely hold my cup, this gave me an opportunity of saying that I wanted a walk,

and that I would go on along the Londonroad while Mr. Jaggers was occupied, if he would let the coachman

know that I would get into my place when overtaken. I was thus enabled to fly from the Blue Boar

immediately after breakfast. By then making a loop of about a couple of miles into the open country at the

back of Pumblechook's premises, I got round into the Highstreet again, a little beyond that pitfall, and felt

It was interesting to be in the quiet old town once more, and it was not disagreeable to be here and there

suddenly recognized and stared after. One or two of the tradespeople even darted out of their shops and went

a little way down the street before me, that they might turn, as if they had forgotten something, and pass me

face to face on which occasions I don't know whether they or I made the worse pretence; they of not doing

it, or I of not seeing it. Still my position was a distinguished one, and I was not at all dissatisfied with it, until

Casting my eyes along the street at a certain point of my progress, I beheld Trabb's boy approaching, lashing

himself with an empty blue bag. Deeming that a serene and unconscious contemplation of him would best

beseem me, and would be most likely to quell his evil mind, I advanced with that expression of countenance,

and was rather congratulating myself on my success, when suddenly the knees of Trabb's boy smote together,

his hair uprose, his cap fell off, he trembled violently in every limb, staggered out into the road, and crying to

the populace, "Hold me! I'm so frightened!" feigned to be in a paroxysm of terror and contrition, occasioned

by the dignity of my appearance. As I passed him, his teeth loudly chattered in his head, and with every mark

This was a hard thing to bear, but this was nothing. I had not advanced another two hundred yards, when, to

my inexpressible terror, amazement, and indignation, I again beheld Trabb's boy approaching. He was

coming round a narrow corner. His blue bag was slung over his shoulder, honest industry beamed in his eyes,

a determination to proceed to Trabb's with cheerful briskness was indicated in his gait. With a shock he

became aware of me, and was severely visited as before; but this time his motion was rotatory, and he

staggered round and round me with knees more afflicted, and with uplifted hands as if beseeching for mercy.

His sufferings were hailed with the greatest joy by a knot of spectators, and I felt utterly confounded.

I had not got as much further down the street as the postoffice, when I again beheld Trabb's boy shooting

round by a back way. This time, he was entirely changed. He wore the blue bag in the manner of my

greatcoat, and was strutting along the pavement towards me on the opposite side of the street, attended by a

company of delighted young friends to whom he from time to time exclaimed, with a wave of his hand,

"Don't know yah!" Words cannot state the amount of aggravation and injury wreaked upon me by Trabb's

boy, when, passing abreast of me, he pulled up his shirtcollar, twined his sidehair, stuck an arm akimbo,

and smirked extravagantly by, wriggling his elbows and body, and drawling to his attendants, "Don't know

yah, don't know yah, pon my soul don't know yah!" The disgrace attendant on his immediately afterwards

taking to crowing and pursuing me across the bridge with crows, as from an exceedingly dejected fowl who

had known me when I was a blacksmith, culminated the disgrace with which I left the town, and was, so to

But unless I had taken the life of Trabb's boy on that occasion, I really do not even now see what I could have

done save endure. To have struggled with him in the street, or to have exacted any lower recompense from

him than his heart's best blood, would have been futile and degrading. Moreover, he was a boy whom no man

could hurt; an invulnerable and dodging serpent who, when chased into a corner, flew out again between his

captor's legs, scornfully yelping. I wrote, however, to Mr. Trabb by next day's post, to say that Mr. Pip must

decline to deal further with one who could so far forget what he owed to the best interests of society, as to

The coach, with Mr. Jaggers inside, came up in due time, and I took my boxseat again, and arrived in

London safe but not sound, for my heart was gone. As soon as I arrived, I sent a penitential codfish and

barrel of oysters to Joe (as reparation for not having gone myself), and then went on to Barnard's Inn.

I found Herbert dining on cold meat, and delighted to welcome me back. Having despatched The Avenger to

the coffeehouse for an addition to the dinner, I felt that I must open my breast that very evening to my friend

and chum. As confidence was out of the question with The Avenger in the hall, which could merely be

regarded in the light of an antechamber to the keyhole, I sent him to the Play. A better proof of the severity

of my bondage to that taskmaster could scarcely be afforded, than the degrading shifts to which I was

constantly driven to find him employment. So mean is extremity, that I sometimes sent him to Hyde Park

Dinner done and we sitting with our feet upon the fender, I said to Herbert, "My dear Herbert, I have

Herbert crossed his feet, looked at the fire with his head on one side, and having looked at it in vain for some

Instead of being transfixed, Herbert replied in an easy matterofcourse way, "Exactly. Well?"

"Told me! You have never told me when you have got your hair cut, but I have had senses to perceive it. You

have always adored her, ever since I have known you. You brought your adoration and your portmanteau

here, together. Told me! Why, you have always told me all day long. When you told me your own story, you

told me plainly that you began adoring her the first time you saw her, when you were very young indeed."

"Very well, then," said I, to whom this was a new and not unwelcome light, "I have never left off adoring her.

And she has come back, a most beautiful and most elegant creature. And I saw her yesterday. And if I adored

"Lucky for you then, Handel," said Herbert, "that you are picked out for her and allotted to her. Without

encroaching on forbidden ground, we may venture to say that there can be no doubt between ourselves of that

I shook my head gloomily. "Oh! She is thousands of miles away, from me," said I.

"Patience, my dear Handel: time enough, time enough. But you have something more to say?"

"I am ashamed to say it," I returned, "and yet it's no worse to say it than to think it. You call me a lucky

fellow. Of course, I am. I was a blacksmith's boy but yesterday; I am what shall I say I am today?"

"Say, a good fellow, if you want a phrase," returned Herbert, smiling, and clapping his hand on the back of

mine, "a good fellow, with impetuosity and hesitation, boldness and diffidence, action and dreaming,

I stopped for a moment to consider whether there really was this mixture in my character. On the whole, I by

"When I ask what I am to call myself today, Herbert," I went on, "I suggest what I have in my thoughts.

You say I am lucky. I know I have done nothing to raise myself in life, and that Fortune alone has raised me;

("And when don't you, you know?" Herbert threw in, with his eyes on the fire; which I thought kind and

" Then, my dear Herbert, I cannot tell you how dependent and uncertain I feel, and how exposed to

hundreds of chances. Avoiding forbidden ground, as you did just now, I may still say that on the constancy of

one person (naming no person) all my expectations depend. And at the best, how indefinite and

unsatisfactory, only to know so vaguely what they are!" In saying this, I relieved my mind of what had

"Now, Handel," Herbert replied, in his gay hopeful way, "it seems to me that in the despondency of the tender

passion, we are looking into our gifthorse's mouth with a magnifyingglass. Likewise, it seems to me that,

concentrating our attention on the examination, we altogether overlook one of the best points of the animal.

Didn't you tell me that your guardian, Mr. Jaggers, told you in the beginning, that you were not endowed with

expectations only? And even if he had not told you so though that is a very large If, I grant could you

believe that of all men in London, Mr. Jaggers is the man to hold his present relations towards you unless he

I said I could not deny that this was a strong point. I said it (people often do so, in such cases) like a rather

"I should think it was a strong point," said Herbert, "and I should think you would be puzzled to imagine a

stronger; as to the rest, you must bide your guardian's time, and he must bide his client's time. You'll be

oneandtwenty before you know where you are, and then perhaps you'll get some further enlightenment. At

"What a hopeful disposition you have!" said I, gratefully admiring his cheery ways.

"I ought to have," said Herbert, "for I have not much else. I must acknowledge, bythebye, that the good

sense of what I have just said is not my own, but my father's. The only remark I ever heard him make on your

story, was the final one: "The thing is settled and done, or Mr. Jaggers would not be in it." And now before I

say anything more about my father, or my father's son, and repay confidence with confidence, I want to make

"Oh yes I shall!" said he. "One, two, three, and now I am in for it. Handel, my good fellow;" though he spoke

in this light tone, he was very much in earnest: "I have been thinking since we have been talking with our feet

on this fender, that Estella surely cannot be a condition of your inheritance, if she was never referred to by

your guardian. Am I right in so understanding what you have told me, as that he never referred to her, directly

or indirectly, in any way? Never even hinted, for instance, that your patron might have views as to your

"Now, Handel, I am quite free from the flavour of sour grapes, upon my soul and honour! Not being bound to

her, can you not detach yourself from her? I told you I should be disagreeable."

I turned my head aside, for, with a rush and a sweep, like the old marsh winds coming up from the sea, a

feeling like that which had subdued me on the morning when I left the forge, when the mists were solemnly

rising, and when I laid my hand upon the village fingerpost, smote upon my heart again. There was silence

"Yes; but my dear Handel," Herbert went on, as if we had been talking instead of silent, "its having been so

strongly rooted in the breast of a boy whom nature and circumstances made so romantic, renders it very

serious. Think of her bringingup, and think of Miss Havisham. Think of what she is herself (now I am

"I know it, Herbert," said I, with my head still turned away, "but I can't help it."

"Well!" said Herbert, getting up with a lively shake as if he had been asleep, and stirring the fire; "now I'll

So he went round the room and shook the curtains out, put the chairs in their places, tidied the books and so

forth that were lying about, looked into the hall, peeped into the letterbox, shut the door, and came back to

"I was going to say a word or two, Handel, concerning my father and my father's son. I am afraid it is

scarcely necessary for my father's son to remark that my father's establishment is not particularly brilliant in

"Oh yes! and so the dustman says, I believe, with the strongest approval, and so does the marinestore shop

in the back street. Gravely, Handel, for the subject is grave enough, you know how it is, as well as I do. I

suppose there was a time once when my father had not given matters up; but if ever there was, the time is

gone. May I ask you if you have ever had an opportunity of remarking, down in your part of the country, that

the children of not exactly suitable marriages, are always most particularly anxious to be married?"

"I don't know," said Herbert, "that's what I want to know. Because it is decidedly the case with us. My poor

sister Charlotte who was next me and died before she was fourteen, was a striking example. Little Jane is the

same. In her desire to be matrimonially established, you might suppose her to have passed her short existence

in the perpetual contemplation of domestic bliss. Little Alick in a frock has already made arrangements for

his union with a suitable young person at Kew. And indeed, I think we are all engaged, except the baby."

I assured him of my keeping the secret, and begged to be favoured with further particulars. He had spoken so

sensibly and feelingly of my weakness that I wanted to know something about his strength.

"Yes. perhaps I ought to mention," said Herbert, who had become curiously crestfallen and meek, since we

entered on the interesting theme, "that she is rather below my mother's nonsensical family notions. Her father

had to do with the victualling of passengerships. I think he was a species of purser."

"On the first floor," said Herbert. Which was not at all what I meant, for I had intended my question to apply

to his means. "I have never seen him, for he has always kept his room overhead, since I have known Clara.

But I have heard him constantly. He makes tremendous rows roars, and pegs at the floor with some

frightful instrument." In looking at me and then laughing heartily, Herbert for the time recovered his usual

"Oh yes, I constantly expect to see him," returned Herbert, "because I never hear him, without expecting him

to come tumbling through the ceiling. But I don't know how long the rafters may hold."

When he had once more laughed heartily, he became meek again, and told me that the moment he began to

realize Capital, it was his intention to marry this young lady. He added as a selfevident proposition,

engendering low spirits, "But you can't marry, you know, while you're looking about you."

As we contemplated the fire, and as I thought what a difficult vision to realize this same Capital sometimes

was, I put my hands in my pockets. A folded piece of paper in one of them attracting my attention, I opened it

and found it to be the playbill I had received from Joe, relative to the celebrated provincial amateur of

Roscian renown. "And bless my heart," I involuntarily added aloud, "it's tonight!"

This changed the subject in an instant, and made us hurriedly resolve to go to the play. So, when I had

pledged myself to comfort and abet Herbert in the affair of his heart by all practicable and impracticable

means, and when Herbert had told me that his affianced already knew me by reputation and that I should be

presented to her, and when we had warmly shaken hands upon our mutual confidence, we blew out our

candles, made up our fire, locked our door, and issued forth in quest of Mr. Wopsle and Denmark.

On our arrival in Denmark, we found the king and queen of that country elevated in two armchairs on a

kitchentable, holding a Court. The whole of the Danish nobility were in attendance; consisting of a noble

boy in the washleather boots of a gigantic ancestor, a venerable Peer with a dirty face who seemed to have

risen from the people late in life, and the Danish chivalry with a comb in its hair and a pair of white silk legs,

and presenting on the whole a feminine appearance. My gifted townsman stood gloomily apart, with folded

arms, and I could have wished that his curls and forehead had been more probable.

Several curious little circumstances transpired as the action proceeded. The late king of the country not only

appeared to have been troubled with a cough at the time of his decease, but to have taken it with him to the

tomb, and to have brought it back. The royal phantom also carried a ghostly manuscript round its truncheon,

to which it had the appearance of occasionally referring, and that, too, with an air of anxiety and a tendency

to lose the place of reference which were suggestive of a state of mortality. It was this, I conceive, which led

to the Shade's being advised by the gallery to "turn over!" a recommendation which it took extremely ill. It

was likewise to be noted of this majestic spirit that whereas it always appeared with an air of having been out

a long time and walked an immense distance, it perceptibly came from a closely contiguous wall. This

occasioned its terrors to be received derisively. The Queen of Denmark, a very buxom lady, though no doubt

historically brazen, was considered by the public to have too much brass about her; her chin being attached to

her diadem by a broad band of that metal (as if she had a gorgeous toothache), her waist being encircled by

another, and each of her arms by another, so that she was openly mentioned as "the kettledrum." The noble

boy in the ancestral boots, was inconsistent; representing himself, as it were in one breath, as an able seaman,

a strolling actor, a gravedigger, a clergyman, and a person of the utmost importance at a Court

fencingmatch, on the authority of whose practised eye and nice discrimination the finest strokes were

judged. This gradually led to a want of toleration for him, and even on his being detected in holy orders,

and declining to perform the funeral service to the general indignation taking the form of nuts. Lastly,

Ophelia was a prey to such slow musical madness, that when, in course of time, she had taken off her white

muslin scarf, folded it up, and buried it, a sulky man who had been long cooling his impatient nose against an

iron bar in the front row of the gallery, growled, "Now the baby's put to bed let's have supper!" Which, to say

Upon my unfortunate townsman all these incidents accumulated with playful effect. Whenever that

undecided Prince had to ask a question or state a doubt, the public helped him out with it. As for example; on

the question whether 'twas nobler in the mind to suffer, some roared yes, and some no, and some inclining to

both opinions said "toss up for it;" and quite a Debating Society arose. When he asked what should such

fellows as he do crawling between earth and heaven, he was encouraged with loud cries of "Hear, hear!"

When he appeared with his stocking disordered (its disorder expressed, according to usage, by one very neat

fold in the top, which I suppose to be always got up with a flat iron), a conversation took place in the gallery

respecting the paleness of his leg, and whether it was occasioned by the turn the ghost had given him. On his

taking the recorders very like a little black flute that had just been played in the orchestra and handed out at

the door he was called upon unanimously for Rule Britannia. When he recommended the player not to saw

the air thus, the sulky man said, "And don't you do it, neither; you're a deal worse than him!" And I grieve to

But his greatest trials were in the churchyard: which had the appearance of a primeval forest, with a kind of

small ecclesiastical washhouse on one side, and a turnpike gate on the other. Mr. Wopsle in a

comprehensive black cloak, being descried entering at the turnpike, the gravedigger was admonished in a

friendly way, "Look out! Here's the undertaker acoming, to see how you're agetting on with your work!" I

believe it is well known in a constitutional country that Mr. Wopsle could not possibly have returned the

skull, after moralizing over it, without dusting his fingers on a white napkin taken from his breast; but even

that innocent and indispensable action did not pass without the comment "Waiter!" The arrival of the body

for interment (in an empty black box with the lid tumbling open), was the signal for a general joy which was

much enhanced by the discovery, among the bearers, of an individual obnoxious to identification. The joy

attended Mr. Wopsle through his struggle with Laertes on the brink of the orchestra and the grave, and

slackened no more until he had tumbled the king off the kitchentable, and had died by inches from the

We had made some pale efforts in the beginning to applaud Mr. Wopsle; but they were too hopeless to be

persisted in. Therefore we had sat, feeling keenly for him, but laughing, nevertheless, from ear to ear. I

laughed in spite of myself all the time, the whole thing was so droll; and yet I had a latent impression that

there was something decidedly fine in Mr. Wopsle's elocution not for old associations' sake, I am afraid, but

because it was very slow, very dreary, very uphill and downhill, and very unlike any way in which any

man in any natural circumstances of life or death ever expressed himself about anything. When the tragedy

was over, and he had been called for and hooted, I said to Herbert, "Let us go at once, or perhaps we shall

We made all the haste we could downstairs, but we were not quick enough either. Standing at the door was

a Jewish man with an unnatural heavy smear of eyebrow, who caught my eyes as we advanced, and said,

"A few steps, please." When we were in a side alley, he turned and asked, "How did you think he looked? I

I don't know what he had looked like, except a funeral; with the addition of a large Danish sun or star hanging

round his neck by a blue ribbon, that had given him the appearance of being insured in some extraordinary

"When he come to the grave," said our conductor, "he showed his cloak beautiful. But, judging from the

wing, it looked to me that when he see the ghost in the queen's apartment, he might have made more of his

I modestly assented, and we all fell through a little dirty swing door, into a sort of hot packingcase

immediately behind it. Here Mr. Wopsle was divesting himself of his Danish garments, and here there was

just room for us to look at him over one another's shoulders, by keeping the packingcase door, or lid, wide

"Gentlemen," said Mr. Wopsle, "I am proud to see you. I hope, Mr. Pip, you will excuse my sending round. I

had the happiness to know you in former times, and the Drama has ever had a claim which has ever been

Meanwhile, Mr. Waldengarver, in a frightful perspiration, was trying to get himself out of his princely sables.

"Skin the stockings off, Mr. Waldengarver," said the owner of that property, "or you'll bust 'em. Bust 'em, and

you'll bust fiveandthirty shillings. Shakspeare never was complimented with a finer pair. Keep quiet in

With that, he went upon his knees, and began to flay his victim; who, on the first stocking coming off, would

certainly have fallen over backward with his chair, but for there being no room to fall anyhow.

I had been afraid until then to say a word about the play. But then, Mr. Waldengarver looked up at us

Herbert said from behind (at the same time poking me), "capitally." So I said "capitally."

"How did you like my reading of the character, gentlemen?" said Mr. Waldengarver, almost, if not quite, with

Herbert said from behind (again poking me), "massive and concrete." So I said boldly, as if I had originated

"I am glad to have your approbation, gentlemen," said Mr. Waldengarver, with an air of dignity, in spite of

his being ground against the wall at the time, and holding on by the seat of the chair.

"But I'll tell you one thing, Mr. Waldengarver," said the man who was on his knees, "in which you're out in

your reading. Now mind! I don't care who says contrairy; I tell you so. You're out in your reading of Hamlet

when you get your legs in profile. The last Hamlet as I dressed, made the same mistakes in his reading at

rehearsal, till I got him to put a large red wafer on each of his shins, and then at that rehearsal (which was the

last) I went in front, sir, to the back of the pit, and whenever his reading brought him into profile, I called out

Mr. Waldengarver smiled at me, as much as to say "a faithful dependent I overlook his folly;" and then said

aloud, "My view is a little classic and thoughtful for them here; but they will improve, they will improve."

"Did you observe, gentlemen," said Mr. Waldengarver, "that there was a man in the gallery who endeavoured

We basely replied that we rather thought we had noticed such a man. I added, "He was drunk, no doubt."

"Oh dear no, sir," said Mr. Wopsle, "not drunk. His employer would see to that, sir. His employer would not

Mr. Wopsle shut his eyes, and opened them again; performing both ceremonies very slowly. "You must have

observed, gentlemen," said he, "an ignorant and a blatant ass, with a rasping throat and a countenance

expressive of low malignity, who went through I will not say sustained the role (if I may use a French

expression) of Claudius King of Denmark. That is his employer, gentlemen. Such is the profession!"

Without distinctly knowing whether I should have been more sorry for Mr. Wopsle if he had been in despair,

I was so sorry for him as it was, that I took the opportunity of his turning round to have his braces put on

which jostled us out at the doorway to ask Herbert what he thought of having him home to supper? Herbert

said he thought it would be kind to do so; therefore I invited him, and he went to Barnard's with us, wrapped

up to the eyes, and we did our best for him, and he sat until two o'clock in the morning, reviewing his success

and developing his plans. I forget in detail what they were, but I have a general recollection that he was to

begin with reviving the Drama, and to end with crushing it; inasmuch as his decease would leave it utterly

Miserably I went to bed after all, and miserably thought of Estella, and miserably dreamed that my

expectations were all cancelled, and that I had to give my hand in marriage to Herbert's Clara, or play Hamlet

to Miss Havisham's Ghost, before twenty thousand people, without knowing twenty words of it.

One day when I was busy with my books and Mr. Pocket, I received a note by the post, the mere outside of

which threw me into a great flutter; for, though I had never seen the handwriting in which it was addressed, I

divined whose hand it was. It had no set beginning, as Dear Mr. Pip, or Dear Pip, or Dear Sir, or Dear

"I am to come to London the day after tomorrow by the midday coach. I believe it was settled you should

meet me? At all events Miss Havisham has that impression, and I write in obedience to it. She sends you her

If there had been time, I should probably have ordered several suits of clothes for this occasion; but as there

was not, I was fain to be content with those I had. My appetite vanished instantly, and I knew no peace or rest

until the day arrived. Not that its arrival brought me either; for, then I was worse than ever, and began

haunting the coachoffice in woodstreet, Cheapside, before the coach had left the Blue Boar in our town.

For all that I knew this perfectly well, I still felt as if it were not safe to let the coachoffice be out of my

sight longer than five minutes at a time; and in this condition of unreason I had performed the first halfhour

"Halloa, Mr. Pip," said he; "how do you do? I should hardly have thought this was your beat."

I explained that I was waiting to meet somebody who was coming up by coach, and I inquired after the Castle

"Both flourishing thankye," said Wemmick, "and particularly the Aged. He's in wonderful feather. He'll be

eightytwo next birthday. I have a notion of firing eightytwo times, if the neighbourhood shouldn't

complain, and that cannon of mine should prove equal to the pressure. However, this is not London talk.

"Next thing to it," returned Wemmick, "I am going to Newgate. We are in a banker'sparcel case just at

present, and I have been down the road taking as squint at the scene of action, and thereupon must have a

"Bless your soul and body, no," answered Wemmick, very drily. "But he is accused of it. So might you or I

"Yah!" said Wemmick, touching me on the breast with his forefinger; "you're a deep one, Mr. Pip! Would

I had so much time to spare, that the proposal came as a relief, notwithstanding its irreconcilability with my

latent desire to keep my eye on the coachoffice. Muttering that I would make the inquiry whether I had time

to walk with him, I went into the office, and ascertained from the clerk with the nicest precision and much to

the trying of his temper, the earliest moment at which the coach could be expected which I knew

beforehand, quite as well as he. I then rejoined Mr. Wemmick, and affecting to consult my watch and to be

We were at Newgate in a few minutes, and we passed through the lodge where some fetters were hanging up

on the bare walls among the prison rules, into the interior of the jail. At that time, jails were much neglected,

and the period of exaggerated reaction consequent on all public wrongdoing and which is always its

heaviest and longest punishment was still far off. So, felons were not lodged and fed better than soldiers (to

say nothing of paupers), and seldom set fire to their prisons with the excusable object of improving the

flavour of their soup. It was visiting time when Wemmick took me in; and a potman was going his rounds

with beer; and the prisoners, behind bars in yards, were buying beer, and talking to friends; and a frouzy,

It struck me that Wemmick walked among the prisoners, much as a gardener might walk among his plants.

This was first put into my head by his seeing a shoot that had come up in the night, and saying, "What,

Captain Tom? Are you there? Ah, indeed!" and also, "Is that Black Bill behind the cistern? Why I didn't look

for you these two months; how do you find yourself?" Equally in his stopping at the bars and attending to

anxious whisperers always singly Wemmick with his postoffice in an immovable state, looked at them

while in conference, as if he were taking particular notice of the advance they had made, since last observed,

He was highly popular, and I found that he took the familiar department of Mr. Jaggers's business: though

something of the state of Mr. Jaggers hung about him too, forbidding approach beyond certain limits. His

personal recognition of each successive client was comprised in a nod, and in his settling his hat a little easier

on his head with both hands, and then tightening the postoffice, and putting his hands in his pockets. In one

or two instances, there was a difficulty respecting the raising of fees, and then Mr. Wemmick, backing as far

as possible from the insufficient money produced, said, "it's no use, my boy. I'm only a subordinate. I can't

take it. Don't go on in that way with a subordinate. If you are unable to make up your quantum, my boy, you

had better address yourself to a principal; there are plenty of principals in the profession, you know, and what

is not worth the while of one, may be worth the while of another; that's my recommendation to you, speaking

as a subordinate. Don't try on useless measures. Why should you? Now, who's next?"

Thus, we walked through Wemmick's greenhouse, until he turned to me and said, "Notice the man I shall

shake hands with." I should have done so, without the preparation, as he had shaken hands with no one yet.

Almost as soon as he had spoken, a portly upright man (whom I can see now, as I write) in a wellworn

olivecoloured frockcoat, with a peculiar pallor overspreading the red in his complexion, and eyes that

went wandering about when he tried to fix them, came up to a corner of the bars, and put his hand to his hat

which had a greasy and fatty surface like cold broth with a halfserious and halfjocose military salute.

"Everything was done that could be done, but the evidence was too strong for us, Colonel."

"No, no," said Wemmick, coolly, "you don't care." Then, turning to me, "Served His Majesty this man. Was a

I said, "Indeed?" and the man's eyes looked at me, and then looked over my head, and then looked all round

"I am glad to have the chance of bidding you goodbye, Mr. Wemmick," said the man, stretching out his

"If what I had upon me when taken, had been real, Mr. Wemmick," said the man, unwilling to let his hand go,

"I should have asked the favour of your wearing another ring in acknowledgment of your attentions."

"I'll accept the will for the deed," said Wemmick. "Bythebye; you were quite a pigeonfancier." The man

looked up at the sky. "I am told you had a remarkable breed of tumblers. could you commission any friend of

"All right," said Wemmick, "they shall be taken care of. Good afternoon, Colonel. Goodbye!" They shook

hands again, and as we walked away Wemmick said to me, "A Coiner, a very good workman. The Recorder's

report is made today, and he is sure to be executed on Monday. Still you see, as far as it goes, a pair of

pigeons are portable property, all the same." With that, he looked back, and nodded at this dead plant, and

then cast his eyes about him in walking out of the yard, as if he were considering what other pot would go

As we came out of the prison through the lodge, I found that the great importance of my guardian was

appreciated by the turnkeys, no less than by those whom they held in charge. "Well, Mr. Wemmick," said the

turnkey, who kept us between the two studded and spiked lodge gates, and who carefully locked one before

he unlocked the other, "what's Mr. Jaggers going to do with that waterside murder? Is he going to make it

"Now, that's the way with them here. Mr. Pip," remarked Wemmick, turning to me with his postoffice

elongated. "They don't mind what they ask of me, the subordinate; but you'll never catch 'em asking any

"Is this young gentleman one of the 'prentices or articled ones of your office?" asked the turnkey, with a grin

"There he goes again, you see!" cried Wemmick, "I told you so! Asks another question of the subordinate

"Yah!" cried Wemmick, suddenly hitting out at the turnkey in a facetious way, "you're dumb as one of your

own keys when you have to do with my principal, you know you are. Let us out, you old fox, or I'll get him to

The turnkey laughed, and gave us good day, and stood laughing at us over the spikes of the wicket when we

"Mind you, Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, gravely in my ear, as he took my arm to be more confidential; "I don't

know that Mr. Jaggers does a better thing than the way in which he keeps himself so high. He's always so

high. His constant height is of a piece with his immense abilities. That Colonel durst no more take leave of

him, than that turnkey durst ask him his intentions respecting a case. Then, between his height and them, he

I was very much impressed, and not for the first time, by my guardian's subtlety. To confess the truth, I very

heartily wished, and not for the first time, that I had had some other guardian of minor abilities.

Mr. Wemmick and I parted at the office in Little Britain, where suppliants for Mr. Jaggers's notice were

lingering about as usual, and I returned to my watch in the street of the coachoffice, with some three hours

on hand. I consumed the whole time in thinking how strange it was that I should be encompassed by all this

taint of prison and crime; that, in my childhood out on our lonely marshes on a winter evening I should have

first encountered it; that, it should have reappeared on two occasions, starting out like a stain that was faded

but not gone; that, it should in this new way pervade my fortune and advancement. While my mind was thus

engaged, I thought of the beautiful young Estella, proud and refined, coming towards me, and I thought with

absolute abhorrence of the contrast between the jail and her. I wished that Wemmick had not met me, or that I

had not yielded to him and gone with him, so that, of all days in the year on this day, I might not have had

Newgate in my breath and on my clothes. I beat the prison dust off my feet as I sauntered to and fro, and I

shook it out of my dress, and I exhaled its air from my lungs. So contaminated did I feel, remembering who

was coming, that the coach came quickly after all, and I was not yet free from the soiling consciousness of

Mr. Wemmick's conservatory, when I saw her face at the coach window and her hand waving to me.

In her furred travellingdress, Estella seemed more delicately beautiful than she had ever seemed yet, even in

my eyes. Her manner was more winning than she had cared to let it be to me before, and I thought I saw Miss

We stood in the Inn Yard while she pointed out her luggage to me, and when it was all collected I

remembered having forgotten everything but herself in the meanwhile that I knew nothing of her

"I am going to Richmond," she told me. "Our lesson is, that there are two Richmonds, one in Surrey and one

in Yorkshire, and that mine is the Surrey Richmond. The distance is ten miles. I am to have a carriage, and

you are to take me. This is my purse, and you are to pay my charges out of it. Oh, you must take the purse!

We have no choice, you and I, but to obey our instructions. We are not free to follow our own devices, you

As she looked at me in giving me the purse, I hoped there was an inner meaning in her words. She said them

"Yes, I am to rest here a little, and I am to drink some tea, and you are to take care of me the while."

She drew her arm through mine, as if it must be done, and I requested a waiter who had been staring at the

coach like a man who had never seen such a thing in his life, to show us a private sittingroom. Upon that, he

pulled out a napkin, as if it were a magic clue without which he couldn't find the way upstairs, and led us to

the black hole of the establishment: fitted up with a diminishing mirror (quite a superfluous article

considering the hole's proportions), an anchovy saucecruet, and somebody's pattens. On my objecting to this

retreat, he took us into another room with a dinnertable for thirty, and in the grate a scorched leaf of a

copybook under a bushel of coaldust. Having looked at this extinct conflagration and shaken his head, he

took my order: which, proving to be merely "Some tea for the lady," sent him out of the room in a very low

I was, and I am, sensible that the air of this chamber, in its strong combination of stable with soupstock,

might have led one to infer that the coaching department was not doing well, and that the enterprising

proprietor was boiling down the horses for the refreshment department. Yet the room was all in all to me,

Estella being in it. I thought that with her I could have been happy there for life. (I was not at all happy there

"I am going to live," said she, "at a great expense, with a lady there, who has the power or says she has of

taking me about, and introducing me, and showing people to me and showing me to people."

She answered so carelessly, that I said, "You speak of yourself as if you were some one else."

"Where did you learn how I speak of others? Come, come," said Estella, smiling delightfully, "you must not

expect me to go to school to you; I must talk in my own way. How do you thrive with Mr. Pocket?"

"I live quite pleasantly there; at least" It appeared to me that I was losing a chance.

"You silly boy," said Estella, quite composedly, "how can you talk such nonsense? Your friend Mr. Matthew,

"Don't add but his own," interposed Estella, "for I hate that class of man. But he really is disinterested, and

"You have not every reason to say so of the rest of his people," said Estella, nodding at me with an expression

of face that was at once grave and rallying, "for they beset Miss Havisham with reports and insinuations to

your disadvantage. They watch you, misrepresent you, write letters about you (anonymous sometimes), and

you are the torment and the occupation of their lives. You can scarcely realize to yourself the hatred those

Instead of answering, Estella burst out laughing. This was very singular to me, and I looked at her in

considerable perplexity. When she left off and she had not laughed languidly, but with real enjoyment I

"No, no you may be sure of that," said Estella. "You may be certain that I laugh because they fail. Oh, those

people with Miss Havisham, and the tortures they undergo!" She laughed again, and even now when she had

told me why, her laughter was very singular to me, for I could not doubt its being genuine, and yet it seemed

too much for the occasion. I thought there must really be something more here than I knew; she saw the

"It is not easy for even you." said Estella, "to know what satisfaction it gives me to see those people thwarted,

or what an enjoyable sense of the ridiculous I have when they are made ridiculous. For you were not brought

up in that strange house from a mere baby. I was. You had not your little wits sharpened by their intriguing

against you, suppressed and defenceless, under the mask of sympathy and pity and what not that is soft and

soothing. I had. You did not gradually open your round childish eyes wider and wider to the discovery of

that impostor of a woman who calculates her stores of peace of mind for when she wakes up in the night. I

It was no laughing matter with Estella now, nor was she summoning these remembrances from any shallow

place. I would not have been the cause of that look of hers, for all my expectations in a heap.

"Two things I can tell you," said Estella. "First, notwithstanding the proverb that constant dropping will wear

away a stone, you may set your mind at rest that these people never will never would, in hundred years

impair your ground with Miss Havisham, in any particular, great or small. Second, I am beholden to you as

the cause of their being so busy and so mean in vain, and there is my hand upon it."

As she gave it me playfully for her darker mood had been but momentary I held it and put it to my lips.

"You ridiculous boy," said Estella, "will you never take warning? Or do you kiss my hand in the same spirit

I leaned down, and her calm face was like a statue's. "Now," said Estella, gliding away the instant I touched

her cheek, "you are to take care that I have some tea, and you are to take me to Richmond."

Her reverting to this tone as if our association were forced upon us and we were mere puppets, gave me pain;

but everything in our intercourse did give me pain. Whatever her tone with me happened to be, I could put no

trust in it, and build no hope on it; and yet I went on against trust and against hope. Why repeat it a thousand

I rang for the tea, and the waiter, reappearing with his magic clue, brought in by degrees some fifty adjuncts

to that refreshment but of tea not a glimpse. A teaboard, cups and saucers, plates, knives and forks (including

carvers), spoons (various), saltcellars, a meek little muffin confined with the utmost precaution under a strong

iron cover, Moses in the bullrushes typified by a soft bit of butter in a quantity of parsley, a pale loaf with a

powdered head, two proof impressions of the bars of the kitchen fireplace on triangular bits of bread, and

ultimately a fat family urn: which the waiter staggered in with, expressing in his countenance burden and

suffering. After a prolonged absence at this stage of the entertainment, he at length came back with a casket

of precious appearance containing twigs. These I steeped in hot water, and so from the whole of these

The bill paid, and the waiter remembered, and the ostler not forgotten, and the chambermaid taken into

consideration in a word, the whole house bribed into a state of contempt and animosity, and Estella's purse

much lightened we got into our postcoach and drove away. Turning into Cheapside and rattling up

I made a foolish pretence of not at first recognizing it, and then told her. As she looked at it, and drew in her

head again, murmuring "Wretches!" I would not have confessed to my visit for any consideration.

"Mr. Jaggers," said I, by way of putting it neatly on somebody else, "has the reputation of being more in the

"He is more in the secrets of every place, I think," said Estella, in a low voice.

"I have been accustomed to see him at uncertain intervals, ever since I can remember. But I know him no

better now, than I did before I could speak plainly. What is your own experience of him? Do you advance

I should have been chary of discussing my guardian too freely even with her; but I should have gone on with

the subject so far as to describe the dinner in Gerrardstreet, if we had not then come into a sudden glare of

gas. It seemed, while it lasted, to be all alight and alive with that inexplicable feeling I had had before; and

when we were out of it, I was as much dazed for a few moments as if I had been in Lightning.

So, we fell into other talk, and it was principally about the way by which we were travelling, and about what

parts of London lay on this side of it, and what on that. The great city was almost new to her, she told me, for

she had never left Miss Havisham's neighbourhood until she had gone to France, and she had merely passed

through London then in going and returning. I asked her if my guardian had any charge of her while she

It was impossible for me to avoid seeing that she cared to attract me; that she made herself winning; and

would have won me even if the task had needed pains. Yet this made me none the happier, for, even if she

had not taken that tone of our being disposed of by others, I should have felt that she held my heart in her

hand because she wilfully chose to do it, and not because it would have wrung any tenderness in her, to crush

When we passed through Hammersmith, I showed her where Mr. Matthew Pocket lived, and said it was no

"Oh yes, you are to see me; you are to come when you think proper; you are to be mentioned to the family;

"No; there are only two; mother and daughter. The mother is a lady of some station, though not averse to

"It is a part of Miss Havisham's plans for me, Pip," said Estella, with a sigh, as if she were tired; "I am to

write to her constantly and see her regularly and report how I go on I and the jewels for they are nearly all

It was the first time she had ever called me by my name. Of course she did so, purposely, and knew that I

We came to Richmond all too soon, and our destination there, was a house by the Green; a staid old house,

where hoops and powder and patches, embroidered coats rolled stockings ruffles and swords, had had their

court days many a time. Some ancient trees before the house were still cut into fashions as formal and

unnatural as the hoops and wigs and stiff skirts; but their own allotted places in the great procession of the

dead were not far off, and they would soon drop into them and go the silent way of the rest.

A bell with an old voice which I dare say in its time had often said to the house, Here is the green

farthingale, Here is the diamondhilted sword, Here are the shoes with red heels and the blue solitaire,

sounded gravely in the moonlight, and two cherrycoloured maids came fluttering out to receive Estella. The

doorway soon absorbed her boxes, and she gave me her hand and a smile, and said good night, and was

absorbed likewise. And still I stood looking at the house, thinking how happy I should be if I lived there with

I got into the carriage to be taken back to Hammersmith, and I got in with a bad heartache, and I got out

with a worse heartache. At our own door, I found little Jane Pocket coming home from a little party escorted

by her little lover; and I envied her little lover, in spite of his being subject to Flopson.

Mr. Pocket was out lecturing; for, he was a most delightful lecturer on domestic economy, and his treatises on

the management of children and servants were considered the very best textbooks on those themes. But,

Mrs. Pocket was at home, and was in a little difficulty, on account of the baby's having been accommodated

with a needlecase to keep him quiet during the unaccountable absence (with a relative in the Foot Guards)

of Millers. And more needles were missing, than it could be regarded as quite wholesome for a patient of

Mr. Pocket being justly celebrated for giving most excellent practical advice, and for having a clear and

sound perception of things and a highly judicious mind, I had some notion in my heartache of begging him to

accept my confidence. But, happening to look up at Mrs. Pocket as she sat reading her book of dignities after

As I had grown accustomed to my expectations, I had insensibly begun to notice their effect upon myself and

those around me. Their influence on my own character, I disguised from my recognition as much as possible,

but I knew very well that it was not all good. I lived in a state of chronic uneasiness respecting my behaviour

to Joe. My conscience was not by any means comfortable about Biddy. When I woke up in the night like

Camilla I used to think, with a weariness on my spirits, that I should have been happier and better if I had

never seen Miss Havisham's face, and had risen to manhood content to be partners with Joe in the honest old

forge. Many a time of an evening, when I sat alone looking at the fire, I thought, after all, there was no fire

Yet Estella was so inseparable from all my restlessness and disquiet of mind, that I really fell into confusion

as to the limits of my own part in its production. That is to say, supposing I had had no expectations, and yet

had had Estella to think of, I could not make out to my satisfaction that I should have done much better. Now,

concerning the influence of my position on others, I was in no such difficulty, and so I perceived though

dimly enough perhaps that it was not beneficial to anybody, and, above all, that it was not beneficial to

Herbert. My lavish habits led his easy nature into expenses that he could not afford, corrupted the simplicity

of his life, and disturbed his peace with anxieties and regrets. I was not at all remorseful for having

unwittingly set those other branches of the Pocket family to the poor arts they practised: because such

littlenesses were their natural bent, and would have been evoked by anybody else, if I had left them

slumbering. But Herbert's was a very different case, and it often caused me a twinge to think that I had done

him evil service in crowding his sparelyfurnished chambers with incongruous upholstery work, and placing

So now, as an infallible way of making little ease great ease, I began to contract a quantity of debt. I could

hardly begin but Herbert must begin too, so he soon followed. At Startop's suggestion, we put ourselves down

for election into a club called The Finches of the Grove: the object of which institution I have never divined,

if it were not that the members should dine expensively once a fortnight, to quarrel among themselves as

much as possible after dinner, and to cause six waiters to get drunk on the stairs. I Know that these gratifying

social ends were so invariably accomplished, that Herbert and I understood nothing else to be referred to in

the first standing toast of the society: which ran "Gentlemen, may the present promotion of good feeling ever

The Finches spent their money foolishly (the Hotel we dined at was in Coventgarden), and the first Finch I

saw, when I had the honour of joining the Grove, was Bentley Drummle: at that time floundering about town

in a cab of his own, and doing a great deal of damage to the posts at the street corners. Occasionally, he shot

himself out of his equipage headforemost over the apron; and I saw him on one occasion deliver himself at

the door of the Grove in this unintentional way like coals. But here I anticipate a little for I was not a Finch,

and could not be, according to the sacred laws of the society, until I came of age.

In my confidence in my own resources, I would willingly have taken Herbert's expenses on myself; but

Herbert was proud, and I could make no such proposal to him. So, he got into difficulties in every direction,

and continued to look about him. When we gradually fell into keeping late hours and late company, I noticed

that he looked about him with a desponding eye at breakfasttime; that he began to look about him more

hopefully about midday; that he drooped when he came into dinner; that he seemed to descry Capital in the

distance rather clearly, after dinner; that he all but realized Capital towards midnight; and that at about two

o'clock in the morning, he became so deeply despondent again as to talk of buying a rifle and going to

I was usually at Hammersmith about half the week, and when I was at Hammersmith I haunted Richmond:

whereof separately byandby. Herbert would often come to Hammersmith when I was there, and I think at

those seasons his father would occasionally have some passing perception that the opening he was looking

for, had not appeared yet. But in the general tumbling up of the family, his tumbling out in life somewhere,

was a thing to transact itself somehow. In the meantime Mr. Pocket grew greyer, and tried oftener to lift

himself out of his perplexities by the hair. While Mrs. Pocket tripped up the family with her footstool, read

her book of dignities, lost her pockethandkerchief, told us about her grandpapa, and taught the young idea

As I am now generalizing a period of my life with the object of clearing my way before me, I can scarcely do

so better than by at once completing the description of our usual manners and customs at Barnard's Inn.

We spent as much money as we could, and got as little for it as people could make up their minds to give us.

We were always more or less miserable, and most of our acquaintance were in the same condition. There was

a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To

Every morning, with an air ever new, Herbert went into the City to look about him. I often paid him a visit in

the dark backroom in which he consorted with an inkjar, a hatpeg, a coalbox, a stringbox, an

almanack, a desk and stool, and a ruler; and I do not remember that I ever saw him do anything else but look

about him. If we all did what we undertake to do, as faithfully as Herbert did, we might live in a Republic of

the Virtues. He had nothing else to do, poor fellow, except at a certain hour of every afternoon to "go to

Lloyd's" in observance of a ceremony of seeing his principal, I think. He never did anything else in

connexion with Lloyd's that I could find out, except come back again. When he felt his case unusually

serious, and that he positively must find an opening, he would go on 'Change at a busy time, and walk in and

out, in a kind of gloomy country dance figure, among the assembled magnates. "For," says Herbert to me,

coming home to dinner on one of those special occasions, "I find the truth to be, Handel, that an opening

If we had been less attached to one another, I think we must have hated one another regularly every morning.

I detested the chambers beyond expression at that period of repentance, and could not endure the sight of the

Avenger's livery: which had a more expensive and a less remunerative appearance then, than at any other

time in the fourandtwenty hours. As we got more and more into debt breakfast became a hollower and

hollower form, and, being on one occasion at breakfasttime threatened (by letter) with legal proceedings,

"not unwholly unconnected," as my local paper might put it, "with jewellery," I went so far as to seize the

Avenger by his blue collar and shake him off his feet so that he was actually in the air, like a booted Cupid

At certain times meaning at uncertain times, for they depended on our humour I would say to Herbert, as

"My dear Handel," Herbert would say to me, in all sincerity, if you will believe me, those very words were on

We always derived profound satisfaction from making an appointment for this purpose. I always thought this

was business, this was the way to confront the thing, this was the way to take the foe by the throat. And I

We ordered something rather special for dinner, with a bottle of something similarly out of the common way,

in order that our minds might be fortified for the occasion, and we might come well up to the mark. Dinner

over, we produced a bundle of pens, a copious supply of ink, and a goodly show of writing and blotting

paper. For, there was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.

I would then take a sheet of paper, and write across the top of it, in a neat hand, the heading, "Memorandum

of Pip's debts;" with Barnard's Inn and the date very carefully added. Herbert would also take a sheet of

paper, and write across it with similar formalities, "Memorandum of Herbert's debts."

Each of us would then refer to a confused heap of papers at his side, which had been thrown into drawers,

worn into holes in Pockets, halfburnt in lighting candles, stuck for weeks into the lookingglass, and

otherwise damaged. The sound of our pens going, refreshed us exceedingly, insomuch that I sometimes found

it difficult to distinguish between this edifying business proceeding and actually paying the money. In point

When we had written a little while, I would ask Herbert how he got on? Herbert probably would have been

scratching his head in a most rueful manner at the sight of his accumulating figures.

"They are mounting up, Handel," Herbert would say; "upon my life, they are mounting up."

"Be firm, Herbert," I would retort, plying my own pen with great assiduity. "Look the thing in the face. Look

However, my determined manner would have its effect, and Herbert would fall to work again. After a time he

would give up once more, on the plea that he had not got Cobbs's bill, or Lobbs's, or Nobbs's, as the case

"What a fellow of resource you are!" my friend would reply, with admiration. "Really your business powers

I thought so too. I established with myself on these occasions, the reputation of a firstrate man of business

prompt, decisive, energetic, clear, coolheaded. When I had got all my responsibilities down upon my list, I

compared each with the bill, and ticked it off. My selfapproval when I ticked an entry was quite a luxurious

sensation. When I had no more ticks to make, I folded all my bills up uniformly, docketed each on the back,

and tied the whole into a symmetrical bundle. Then I did the same for Herbert (who modestly said he had not

my administrative genius), and felt that I had brought his affairs into a focus for him.

My business habits had one other bright feature, which i called "leaving a Margin." For example; supposing

Herbert's debts to be one hundred and sixtyfour pounds fourandtwopence, I would say, "Leave a margin,

and put them down at two hundred." Or, supposing my own to be four times as much, I would leave a

margin, and put them down at seven hundred. I had the highest opinion of the wisdom of this same Margin,

but I am bound to acknowledge that on looking back, I deem it to have been an expensive device. For, we

always ran into new debt immediately, to the full extent of the margin, and sometimes, in the sense of

But there was a calm, a rest, a virtuous hush, consequent on these examinations of our affairs that gave me,

for the time, an admirable opinion of myself. Soothed by my exertions, my method, and Herbert's

compliments, I would sit with his symmetrical bundle and my own on the table before me among the

stationary, and feel like a Bank of some sort, rather than a private individual.

We shut our outer door on these solemn occasions, in order that we might not be interrupted. I had fallen into

my serene state one evening, when we heard a letter dropped through the slit in the said door, and fall on the

ground. "It's for you, Handel," said Herbert, going out and coming back with it, "and I hope there is nothing

The letter was signed TRABB CO., and its contents were simply, that I was an honoured sir, and that they

begged to inform me that Mrs. J. Gargery had departed this life on Monday last, at twenty minutes past six in

the evening, and that my attendance was requested at the interment on Monday next at three o'clock in the

It was the first time that a grave had opened in my road of life, and the gap it made in the smooth ground was

wonderful. The figure of my sister in her chair by the kitchen fire, haunted me night and day. That the place

could possibly be, without her, was something my mind seemed unable to compass; and whereas she had

seldom or never been in my thoughts of late, I had now the strangest ideas that she was coming towards me in

the street, or that she would presently knock at the door. In my rooms too, with which she had never been at

all associated, there was at once the blankness of death and a perpetual suggestion of the sound of her voice

or the turn of her face or figure, as if she were still alive and had been often there.

Whatever my fortunes might have been, I could scarcely have recalled my sister with much tenderness. But I

suppose there is a shock of regret which may exist without much tenderness. Under its influence (and perhaps

to make up for the want of the softer feeling) I was seized with a violent indignation against the assailant

from whom she had suffered so much; and I felt that on sufficient proof I could have revengefully pursued

Having written to Joe, to offer consolation, and to assure him that I should come to the funeral, I passed the

intermediate days in the curious state of mind I have glanced at. I went down early in the morning, and

It was fine summer weather again, and, as I walked along, the times when I was a little helpless creature, and

my sister did not spare me, vividly returned. But they returned with a gentle tone upon them that softened

even the edge of Tickler. For now, the very breath of the beans and clover whispered to my heart that the day

must come when it would be well for my memory that others walking in the sunshine should be softened as

At last I came within sight of the house, and saw that Trabb and Co. had put in a funereal execution and taken

possession. Two dismally absurd persons, each ostentatiously exhibiting a crutch done up in a black bandage

as if that instrument could possibly communicate any comfort to anybody were posted at the front door;

and in one of them I recognized a postboy discharged from the Boar for turning a young couple into a sawpit

on their bridal morning, in consequence of intoxication rendering it necessary for him to ride his horse

clasped round the neck with both arms. All the children of the village, and most of the women, were admiring

these sable warders and the closed windows of the house and forge; and as I came up, one of the two warders

(the postboy) knocked at the door implying that I was far too much exhausted by grief, to have strength

Another sable warder (a carpenter, who had once eaten two geese for a wager) opened the door, and showed

me into the best parlour. Here, Mr. Trabb had taken unto himself the best table, and had got all the leaves up,

and was holding a kind of black Bazaar, with the aid of a quantity of black pins. At the moment of my arrival,

he had just finished putting somebody's hat into black longclothes, like an African baby; so he held out his

hand for mine. But I, misled by the action, and confused by the occasion, shook hands with him with every

Poor dear Joe, entangled in a little black cloak tied in a large bow under his chin, was seated apart at the

upper end of the room; where, as chief mourner, he had evidently been stationed by Trabb. When I bent down

and said to him, "Dear Joe, how are you?" he said, "Pip, old chap, you knowed her when she were a fine

Biddy, looking very neat and modest in her black dress, went quietly here and there, and was very helpful.

When I had spoken to Biddy, as I thought it not a time for talking I went and sat down near Joe, and there

began to wonder in what part of the house it she my sister was. The air of the parlour being faint with

the smell of sweet cake, I looked about for the table of refreshments; it was scarcely visible until one had got

accustomed to the gloom, but there was a cutup plumcake upon it, and there were cutup oranges, and

sandwiches, and biscuits, and two decanters that I knew very well as ornaments, but had never seen used in

all my life; one full of port, and one of sherry. Standing at this table, I became conscious of the servile

Pumblechook in a black cloak and several yards of hatband, who was alternately stuffing himself, and

making obsequious movements to catch my attention. The moment he succeeded, he came over to me

(breathing sherry and crumbs), and said in a subdued voice, "May I, dear sir?" and did. I then descried Mr.

and Mrs. Hubble; the lastnamed in a decent speechless paroxysm in a corner. We were all going to "follow,"

and were all in course of being tied up separately (by Trabb) into ridiculous bundles.

"Which I meantersay, Pip," Joe whispered me, as we were being what Mr. Trabb called "formed" in the

parlour, two and two and it was dreadfully like a preparation for some grim kind of dance; "which I

meantersay, sir, as I would in preference have carried her to the church myself, along with three or four

friendly ones wot come to it with willing harts and arms, but it were considered wot the neighbours would

"Pockethandkerchiefs out, all!" cried Mr. Trabb at this point, in a depressed businesslike voice.

So, we all put our pockethandkerchiefs to our faces, as if our noses were bleeding, and filed out two and

two; Joe and I; Biddy and Pumblechook; Mr. and Mrs. Hubble. The remains of my poor sister had been

brought round by the kitchen door, and, it being a point of Undertaking ceremony that the six bearers must be

stifled and blinded under a horrible black velvet housing with a white border, the whole looked like a blind

monster with twelve human legs, shuffling and blundering along, under the guidance of two keepers the

The neighbourhood, however, highly approved of these arrangements, and we were much admired as we

went through the village; the more youthful and vigorous part of the community making dashes now and then

to cut us off, and lying in wait to intercept us at points of vantage. At such times the more exuberant among

them called out in an excited manner on our emergence round some corner of expectancy, "Here they come!"

"Here they are!" and we were all but cheered. In this progress I was much annoyed by the abject

Pumblechook, who, being behind me, persisted all the way as a delicate attention in arranging my streaming

hatband, and smoothing my cloak. My thoughts were further distracted by the excessive pride of Mr. and

Mrs. Hubble, who were surpassingly conceited and vainglorious in being members of so distinguished a

And now, the range of marshes lay clear before us, with the sails of the ships on the river growing out of it;

and we went into the churchyard, close to the graves of my unknown parents, Philip Pirrip, late of this parish,

and Also Georgiana, Wife of the Above. And there, my sister was laid quietly in the earth while the larks

sang high above it, and the light wind strewed it with beautiful shadows of clouds and trees.

Of the conduct of the worldlyminded Pumblechook while this was doing, I desire to say no more than it was

all addressed to me; and that even when those noble passages were read which remind humanity how it

brought nothing into the world and can take nothing out, and how it fleeth like a shadow and never continueth

long in one stay, I heard him cough a reservation of the case of a young gentleman who came unexpectedly

into large property. When we got back, he had the hardihood to tell me that he wished my sister could have

known I had done her so much honour, and to hint that she would have considered it reasonably purchased at

the price of her death. After that, he drank all the rest of the sherry, and Mr. Hubble drank the port, and the

two talked (which I have since observed to be customary in such cases) as if they were of quite another race

from the deceased, and were notoriously immortal. Finally, he went away with Mr. and Mrs. Hubble to

make an evening of it, I felt sure, and to tell the Jolly Bargemen that he was the founder of my fortunes and

When they were all gone, and when Trabb and his men but not his boy: I looked for him had crammed

their mummery into bags, and were gone too, the house felt wholesomer. Soon afterwards, Biddy, Joe, and I,

had a cold dinner together; but we dined in the best parlour, not in the old kitchen, and Joe was so

exceedingly particular what he did with his knife and fork and the saltcellar and what not, that there was great

restraint upon us. But after dinner, when I made him take his pipe, and when I had loitered with him about the

forge, and when we sat down together on the great block of stone outside it, we got on better. I noticed that

after the funeral Joe changed his clothes so far, as to make a compromise between his Sunday dress and

working dress: in which the dear fellow looked natural, and like the Man he was.

He was very much pleased by my asking if I might sleep in my own little room, and I was pleased too; for, I

felt that I had done rather a great thing in making the request. When the shadows of evening were closing in, I

"Biddy," said I, "I think you might have written to me about these sad matters."

"Don't suppose that I mean to be unkind, Biddy, when I say I consider that you ought to have thought that."

She was so quiet, and had such an orderly, good, and pretty way with her, that I did not like the thought of

making her cry again. After looking a little at her downcast eyes as she walked beside me, I gave up that

"Oh! I can't do so, Mr. Pip," said Biddy, in a tone of regret, but still of quiet conviction. "I have been

speaking to Mrs. Hubble, and I am going to her tomorrow. I hope we shall be able to take some care of Mr.

"How am I going to live?" repeated Biddy, striking in, with a momentary flush upon her face. "I'll tell you,

Mr. Pip. I am going to try to get the place of mistress in the new school nearly finished here. I can be well

recommended by all the neighbours, and I hope I can be industrious and patient, and teach myself while I

teach others. You know, Mr. Pip," pursued Biddy, with a smile, as she raised her eyes to my face, "the new

schools are not like the old, but I learnt a good deal from you after that time, and have had time since then to

It was not so much a reproach, as an irresistible thinking aloud. Well! I thought I would give up that point

too. So, I walked a little further with Biddy, looking silently at her downcast eyes.

"They are very slight, poor thing. She had been in one of her bad states though they had got better of late,

rather than worse for four days, when she came out of it in the evening, just at teatime, and said quite

plainly, 'Joe.' As she had never said any word for a long while, I ran and fetched in Mr. Gargery from the

forge. She made signs to me that she wanted him to sit down close to her, and wanted me to put her arms

round his neck. So I put them round his neck, and she laid her head down on his shoulder quite content and

satisfied. And so she presently said 'Joe' again, and once 'Pardon,' and once 'Pip.' And so she never lifted her

head up any more, and it was just an hour later when we laid it down on her own bed, because we found she

Biddy cried; the darkening garden, and the lane, and the stars that were coming out, were blurred in my own

"I should think from the colour of his clothes that he is working in the quarries."

"Of course you have seen him then? Why are you looking at that dark tree in the lane?"

"No; I have seen him there, since we have been walking here. It is of no use," said Biddy, laying her hand

upon my arm, as I was for running out, "you know I would not deceive you; he was not there a minute, and

It revived my utmost indignation to find that she was still pursued by this fellow, and I felt inveterate against

him. I told her so, and told her that I would spend any money or take any pains to drive him out of that

country. By degrees she led me into more temperate talk, and she told me how Joe loved me, and how Joe

never complained of anything she didn't say, of me; she had no need; I knew what she meant but ever did

his duty in his way of life, with a strong hand, a quiet tongue, and a gentle heart.

"Indeed, it would be hard to say too much for him," said I; "and Biddy, we must often speak of these things,

for of course I shall be often down here now. I am not going to leave poor Joe alone."

"Not to mention your calling me Mr. Pip which appears to me to be in bad taste, Biddy what do you

"Biddy," said I, in a virtuously selfasserting manner, "I must request to know what you mean by this?"

Well! I rather thought I would give up that point too. After another silent turn in the garden, I fell back on the

"Biddy," said I, "I made a remark respecting my coming down here often, to see Joe, which you received with

"Are you quite sure, then, that you WILL come to see him often?" asked Biddy, stopping in the narrow

"Oh dear me!" said I, as if I found myself compelled to give up Biddy in despair. "This really is a very bad

side of human nature! Don't say any more, if you please, Biddy. This shocks me very much."

For which cogent reason I kept Biddy at a distance during supper, and, when I went up to my own old little

room, took as stately a leave of her as I could, in my murmuring soul, deem reconcilable with the churchyard

and the event of the day. As often as I was restless in the night, and that was every quarter of an hour, I

reflected what an unkindness, what an injury, what an injustice, Biddy had done me.

Early in the morning, I was to go. Early in the morning, I was out, and looking in, unseen, at one of the

wooden windows of the forge. There I stood, for minutes, looking at Joe, already at work with a glow of

health and strength upon his face that made it show as if the bright sun of the life in store for him were

"Goodbye, dear Joe! No, don't wipe it off for God's sake, give me your blackened hand! I shall be

Biddy was waiting for me at the kitchen door, with a mug of new milk and a crust of bread. "Biddy," said I,

"No, don't be hurt," she pleaded quite pathetically; "let only me be hurt, if I have been ungenerous."

Once more, the mists were rising as I walked away. If they disclosed to me, as I suspect they did, that I

should not come back, and that Biddy was quite right, all I can say is they were quite right too.

Herbert and I went on from bad to worse, in the way of increasing our debts, looking into our affairs, leaving

Margins, and the like exemplary transactions; and Time went on, whether or no, as he has a way of doing;

and I came of age in fulfilment of Herbert's prediction, that I should do so before I knew where I was.

Herbert himself had come of age, eight months before me. As he had nothing else than his majority to come

into, the event did not make a profound sensation in Barnard's Inn. But we had looked forward to my

oneandtwentieth birthday, with a crowd of speculations and anticipations, for we had both considered that

I had taken care to have it well understood in Little Britain, when my birthday was. On the day before it, I

received an official note from Wemmick, informing me that Mr. Jaggers would be glad if I would call upon

him at five in the afternoon of the auspicious day. This convinced us that something great was to happen, and

threw me into an unusual flutter when I repaired to my guardian's office, a model of punctuality.

In the outer office Wemmick offered me his congratulations, and incidentally rubbed the side of his nose with

a folded piece of tissuepaper that I liked the look of. But he said nothing respecting it, and motioned me with

a nod into my guardian's room. It was November, and my guardian was standing before his fire leaning his

"Well, Pip," said he, "I must call you Mr. Pip today. Congratulations, Mr. Pip."

As I sat down, and he preserved his attitude and bent his brows at his boots, I felt at a disadvantage, which

reminded me of that old time when I had been put upon a tombstone. The two ghastly casts on the shelf were

not far from him, and their expression was as if they were making a stupid apoplectic attempt to attend to the

"Now my young friend," my guardian began, as if I were a witness in the box, "I am going to have a word or

"What do you suppose," said Mr. Jaggers, bending forward to look at the ground, and then throwing his head

back to look at the ceiling, "what do you suppose you are living at the rate of?"

"At," repeated Mr. Jaggers, still looking at the ceiling, "the rate of?" And then looked all round the room,

I had looked into my affairs so often, that I had thoroughly destroyed any slight notion I might ever have had

of their bearings. Reluctantly, I confessed myself quite unable to answer the question. This reply seemed

agreeable to Mr. Jaggers, who said, "I thought so!" and blew his nose with an air of satisfaction.

"Now, I have asked you a question, my friend," said Mr. Jaggers. "Have you anything to ask me?"

"Of course it would be a great relief to me to ask you several questions, sir; but I remember your prohibition."

I looked about me, but there appeared to be now no possible escape from the inquiry, "Have I anything to

receive, sir?" On that, Mr. Jaggers said, triumphantly, "I thought we should come to it!" and called to

Wemmick to give him that piece of paper. Wemmick appeared, handed it in, and disappeared.

"Now, Mr. Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, "attend, if you please. You have been drawing pretty freely here; your

name occurs pretty often in Wemmick's cashbook; but you are in debt, of course?"

"I don't ask you what you owe, because you don't know; and if you did know, you wouldn't tell me; you

would say less. Yes, yes, my friend," cried Mr. Jaggers, waving his forefinger to stop me, as I made a show of

protesting: "it's likely enough that you think you wouldn't, but you would. You'll excuse me, but I know

better than you. Now, take this piece of paper in your hand. You have got it? Very good. Now, unfold it and

"That is a banknote," repeated Mr. Jaggers, "for five hundred pounds. And a very handsome sum of money

"You consider it, undoubtedly, a handsome sum of money. Now, that handsome sum of money, Pip, is your

own. It is a present to you on this day, in earnest of your expectations. And at the rate of that handsome sum

of money per annum, and at no higher rate, you are to live until the donor of the whole appears. That is to

say, you will now take your money affairs entirely into your own hands, and you will draw from Wemmick

one hundred and twentyfive pounds per quarter, until you are in communication with the fountainhead,

and no longer with the mere agent. As I have told you before, I am the mere agent. I execute my instructions,

and I am paid for doing so. I think them injudicious, but I am not paid for giving any opinion on their merits."

I was beginning to express my gratitude to my benefactor for the great liberality with which I was treated,

when Mr. Jaggers stopped me. "I am not paid, Pip," said he, coolly, "to carry your words to any one;" and

then gathered up his coattails, as he had gathered up the subject, and stood frowning at his boots as if he

"There was a question just now, Mr. Jaggers, which you desired me to waive for a moment. I hope I am doing

I might have known that he would never help me out; but it took me aback to have to shape the question

afresh, as if it were quite new. "Is it likely," I said, after hesitating, "that my patron, the fountainhead you

"Will soon what?" asked Mr. Jaggers. "That's no question as it stands, you know."

"Will soon come to London," said I, after casting about for a precise form of words, "or summon me

"Now here," replied Mr. Jaggers, fixing me for the first time with his dark deepset eyes, "we must revert to

the evening when we first encountered one another in your village. What did I tell you then, Pip?"

"You told me, Mr. Jaggers, that it might be years hence when that person appeared."

As we looked full at one another, I felt my breath come quicker in my strong desire to get something out of

him. And as I felt that it came quicker, and as I felt that he saw that it came quicker, I felt that I had less

Mr. Jaggers shook his head not in negativing the question, but in altogether negativing the notion that he

could anyhow be got to answer it and the two horrible casts of the twitched faces looked, when my eyes

strayed up to them, as if they had come to a crisis in their suspended attention, and were going to sneeze.

"Come!" said Mr. Jaggers, warming the backs of his legs with the backs of his warmed hands, "I'll be plain

with you, my friend Pip. That's a question I must not be asked. You'll understand that, better, when I tell you

it's a question that might compromise me. Come! I'll go a little further with you; I'll say something more."

He bent down so low to frown at his boots, that he was able to rub the calves of his legs in the pause he made.

"When that person discloses," said Mr. Jaggers, straightening himself, "you and that person will settle your

own affairs. When that person discloses, my part in this business will cease and determine. When that person

discloses, it will not be necessary for me to know anything about it. And that's all I have got to say."

We looked at one another until I withdrew my eyes, and looked thoughtfully at the floor. From this last

speech I derived the notion that Miss Havisham, for some reason or no reason, had not taken him into her

confidence as to her designing me for Estella; that he resented this, and felt a jealousy about it; or that he

really did object to that scheme, and would have nothing to do with it. When I raised my eyes again, I found

"If that is all you have to say, sir," I remarked, "there can be nothing left for me to say."

He nodded assent, and pulled out his thiefdreaded watch, and asked me where I was going to dine? I replied

at my own chambers, with Herbert. As a necessary sequence, I asked him if he would favour us with his

company, and he promptly accepted the invitation. But he insisted on walking home with me, in order that I

might make no extra preparation for him, and first he had a letter or two to write, and (of course) had his

The fact was, that when the five hundred pounds had come into my pocket, a thought had come into my head

which had been often there before; and it appeared to me that Wemmick was a good person to advise with,

He had already locked up his safe, and made preparations for going home. He had left his desk, brought out

his two greasy office candlesticks and stood them in line with the snuffers on a slab near the door, ready to be

extinguished; he had raked his fire low, put his hat and greatcoat ready, and was beating himself all over the

"Mr. Wemmick," said I, "I want to ask your opinion. I am very desirous to serve a friend."

Wemmick tightened his postoffice and shook his head, as if his opinion were dead against any fatal

"This friend," I pursued, "is trying to get on in commercial life, but has no money, and finds it difficult and

disheartening to make a beginning. Now, I want somehow to help him to a beginning."

"With some money down," I replied, for an uneasy remembrance shot across me of that symmetrical bundle

of papers at home; "with some money down, and perhaps some anticipation of my expectations."

"Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, "I should like just to run over with you on my fingers, if you please, the names of

the various bridges up as high as Chelsea Reach. Let's see; there's London, one; Southwark, two; Blackfriars,

three; Waterloo, four; Westminster, five; Vauxhall, six." He had checked off each bridge in its turn, with the

handle of his safekey on the palm of his hand. "There's as many as six, you see, to choose from."

"Choose your bridge, Mr. Pip," returned Wemmick, "and take a walk upon your bridge, and pitch your

money into the Thames over the centre arch of your bridge, and you know the end of it. Serve a friend with it,

and you may know the end of it too but it's a less pleasant and profitable end."

I could have posted a newspaper in his mouth, he made it so wide after saying this.

"Then is it your opinion," I inquired, with some little indignation, "that a man should never"

" Invest portable property in a friend?" said Wemmick. "Certainly he should not. Unless he wants to get rid

of the friend and then it becomes a question how much portable property it may be worth to get rid of him."

"Ah!" said I, pressing him, for I thought I saw him near a loophole here; "but would that be your opinion at

"Mr. Pip," he replied, with gravity, "Walworth is one place, and this office is another. Much as the Aged is

one person, and Mr. Jaggers is another. They must not be confounded together. My Walworth sentiments

must be taken at Walworth; none but my official sentiments can be taken in this office."

"Very well," said I, much relieved, "then I shall look you up at Walworth, you may depend upon it."

"Mr. Pip," he returned, "you will be welcome there, in a private and personal capacity."

We had held this conversation in a low voice, well knowing my guardian's ears to be the sharpest of the

sharp. As he now appeared in his doorway, towelling his hands, Wemmick got on his greatcoat and stood by

to snuff out the candles. We all three went into the street together, and from the doorstep Wemmick turned

I could not help wishing more than once that evening, that Mr. Jaggers had had an Aged in Gerrardstreet, or

a Stinger, or a Something, or a Somebody, to unbend his brows a little. It was an uncomfortable consideration

on a twentyfirst birthday, that coming of age at all seemed hardly worth while in such a guarded and

suspicious world as he made of it. He was a thousand times better informed and cleverer than Wemmick, and

yet I would a thousand times rather have had Wemmick to dinner. And Mr. Jaggers made not me alone

intensely melancholy, because, after he was gone, Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that

he thought he must have committed a felony and forgotten the details of it, he felt so dejected and guilty.

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

"My son, sir," said the old man, after securing the drawbridge, "rather had it in his mind that you might

happen to drop in, and he left word that he would soon be home from his afternoon's walk. He is very regular

I nodded at the old gentleman as Wemmick himself might have nodded, and we went in and sat down by the

"You made acquaintance with my son, sir," said the old man, in his chirping way, while he warmed his hands

at the blaze, "at his office, I expect?" I nodded. "Hah! I have heerd that my son is a wonderful hand at his

business, sir?" I nodded hard. "Yes; so they tell me. His business is the Law?" I nodded harder. "Which

makes it more surprising in my son," said the old man, "for he was not brought up to the Law, but to the

Curious to know how the old gentleman stood informed concerning the reputation of Mr. Jaggers, I roared

that name at him. He threw me into the greatest confusion by laughing heartily and replying in a very

sprightly manner, "No, to be sure; you're right." And to this hour I have not the faintest notion what he meant,

As I could not sit there nodding at him perpetually, without making some other attempt to interest him, I

shouted at inquiry whether his own calling in life had been "the WineCoopering." By dint of straining that

term out of myself several times and tapping the old gentleman on the chest to associate it with him, I at last

"No," said the old gentleman; "the warehousing, the warehousing. First, over yonder;" he appeared to mean

up the chimney, but I believe he intended to refer me to Liverpool; "and then in the City of London here.

" Yes, hard of hearing; having that infirmity coming upon me, my son he went into the Law, and he took

charge of me, and he by little and little made out this elegant and beautiful property. But returning to what

you said, you know," pursued the old man, again laughing heartily, "what I say is, No to be sure; you're

I was modestly wondering whether my utmost ingenuity would have enabled me to say anything that would

have amused him half as much as this imaginary pleasantry, when I was startled by a sudden click in the wall

on one side of the chimney, and the ghostly tumbling open of a little wooden flap with "JOHN" upon it. The

old man, following my eyes, cried with great triumph, "My son's come home!" and we both went out to the

It was worth any money to see Wemmick waving a salute to me from the other side of the moat, when we

might have shaken hands across it with the greatest ease. The Aged was so delighted to work the drawbridge,

that I made no offer to assist him, but stood quiet until Wemmick had come across, and had presented me to

Miss Skiffins was of a wooden appearance, and was, like her escort, in the postoffice branch of the service.

She might have been some two or three years younger than Wemmick, and I judged her to stand possessed of

portable property. The cut of her dress from the waist upward, both before and behind, made her figure very

like a boy's kite; and I might have pronounced her gown a little too decidedly orange, and her gloves a little

too intensely green. But she seemed to be a good sort of fellow, and showed a high regard for the Aged. I was

not long in discovering that she was a frequent visitor at the Castle; for, on our going in, and my

complimenting Wemmick on his ingenious contrivance for announcing himself to the Aged, he begged me to

give my attention for a moment to the other side of the chimney, and disappeared. Presently another click

came, and another little door tumbled open with "Miss Skiffins" on it; then Miss Skiffins shut up and John

tumbled open; then Miss Skiffins and John both tumbled open together, and finally shut up together. On

Wemmick's return from working these mechanical appliances, I expressed the great admiration with which I

regarded them, and he said, "Well, you know, they're both pleasant and useful to the Aged. And by George,

sir, it's a thing worth mentioning, that of all the people who come to this gate, the secret of those pulls is only

"And Mr. Wemmick made them," added Miss Skiffins, "with his own hands out of his own head."

While Miss Skiffins was taking off her bonnet (she retained her green gloves during the evening as an

outward and visible sign that there was company), Wemmick invited me to take a walk with him round the

property, and see how the island looked in wintertime. Thinking that he did this to give me an opportunity of

taking his Walworth sentiments, I seized the opportunity as soon as we were out of the Castle.

Having thought of the matter with care, I approached my subject as if I had never hinted at it before. I

informed Wemmick that I was anxious in behalf of Herbert Pocket, and I told him how we had first met, and

how we had fought. I glanced at Herbert's home, and at his character, and at his having no means but such as

I alluded to the advantages I had derived in my first rawness and ignorance from his society, and I confessed

that I feared I had but ill repaid them, and that he might have done better without me and my expectations.

Keeping Miss Havisham in the background at a great distance, I still hinted at the possibility of my having

competed with him in his prospects, and at the certainty of his possessing a generous soul, and being far

above any mean distrusts, retaliations, or designs. For all these reasons (I told Wemmick), and because he

was my young companion and friend, and I had a great affection for him, I wished my own good fortune to

reflect some rays upon him, and therefore I sought advice from Wemmick's experience and knowledge of

men and affairs, how I could best try with my resources to help Herbert to some present income say of a

hundred a year, to keep him in good hope and heart and gradually to buy him on to some small partnership.

I begged Wemmick, in conclusion, to understand that my help must always be rendered without Herbert's

knowledge or suspicion, and that there was no one else in the world with whom I could advise. I wound up by

laying my hand upon his shoulder, and saying, "I can't help confiding in you, though I know it must be

Wemmick was silent for a little while, and then said with a kind of start, "Well you know, Mr. Pip, I must tell

"You are right," he returned. "You hit the nail on the head. Mr. Pip, I'll put on my consideringcap, and I

think all you want to do, may be done by degrees. Skiffins (that's her brother) is an accountant and agent. I'll

"On the contrary," said he, "I thank you, for though we are strictly in our private and personal capacity, still it

may be mentioned that there are Newgate cobwebs about, and it brushes them away."

After a little further conversation to the same effect, we returned into the Castle where we found Miss

Skiffins preparing tea. The responsible duty of making the toast was delegated to the Aged, and that excellent

old gentleman was so intent upon it that he seemed to me in some danger of melting his eyes. It was no

nominal meal that we were going to make, but a vigorous reality. The Aged prepared such a haystack of

buttered toast, that I could scarcely see him over it as it simmered on an iron stand hooked on to the topbar;

while Miss Skiffins brewed such a jorum of tea, that the pig in the back premises became strongly excited,

The flag had been struck, and the gun had been fired, at the right moment of time, and I felt as snugly cut off

from the rest of Walworth as if the moat were thirty feet wide by as many deep. Nothing disturbed the

tranquillity of the Castle, but the occasional tumbling open of John and Miss Skiffins: which little doors were

a prey to some spasmodic infirmity that made me sympathetically uncomfortable until I got used to it. I

inferred from the methodical nature of Miss Skiffins's arrangements that she made tea there every Sunday

night; and I rather suspected that a classic brooch she wore, representing the profile of an undesirable female

with a very straight nose and a very new moon, was a piece of portable property that had been given her by

We ate the whole of the toast, and drank tea in proportion, and it was delightful to see how warm and greasy

we all got after it. The Aged especially, might have passed for some clean old chief of a savage tribe, just

oiled. After a short pause for repose, Miss Skiffins in the absence of the little servant who, it seemed,

retired to the bosom of her family on Sunday afternoons washed up the teathings, in a trifling ladylike

amateur manner that compromised none of us. Then, she put on her gloves again, and we drew round the fire,

Wemmick explained to me while the Aged got his spectacles out, that this was according to custom, and that

it gave the old gentleman infinite satisfaction to read the news aloud. "I won't offer an apology," said

"Only tip him a nod every now and then when he looks off his paper," said Wemmick, "and he'll be as happy

"All right, John, all right!" returned the cheerful old man: so busy and so pleased, that it really was quite

The Aged's reading reminded me of the classes at Mr. Wopsle's greataunt's, with the pleasanter peculiarity

that it seemed to come through a keyhole. As he wanted the candles close to him, and as he was always on

the verge of putting either his head or the newspaper into them, he required as much watching as a

powdermill. But Wemmick was equally untiring and gentle in his vigilance, and the Aged read on, quite

unconscious of his many rescues. Whenever he looked at us, we all expressed the greatest interest and

As Wemmick and Miss Skiffins sat side by side, and as I sat in a shadowy corner, I observed a slow and

gradual elongation of Mr. Wemmick's mouth, powerfully suggestive of his slowly and gradually stealing his

arm round Miss Skiffins's waist. In course of time I saw his hand appear on the other side of Miss Skiffins;

but at that moment Miss Skiffins neatly stopped him with the green glove, unwound his arm again as if it

were an article of dress, and with the greatest deliberation laid it on the table before her. Miss Skiffins's

composure while she did this was one of the most remarkable sights I have ever seen, and if I could have

thought the act consistent with abstraction of mind, I should have deemed that Miss Skiffins performed it

Byandby, I noticed Wemmick's arm beginning to disappear again, and gradually fading out of view.

Shortly afterwards, his mouth began to widen again. After an interval of suspense on my part that was quite

enthralling and almost painful, I saw his hand appear on the other side of Miss Skiffins. Instantly, Miss

Skiffins stopped it with the neatness of a placid boxer, took off that girdle or cestus as before, and laid it on

the table. Taking the table to represent the path of virtue, I am justified in stating that during the whole time

of the Aged's reading, Wemmick's arm was straying from the path of virtue and being recalled to it by Miss

At last, the Aged read himself into a light slumber. This was the time for Wemmick to produce a little kettle,

a tray of glasses, and a black bottle with a porcelaintopped cork, representing some clerical dignitary of a

rubicund and social aspect. With the aid of these appliances we all had something warm to drink: including

the Aged, who was soon awake again. Miss Skiffins mixed, and I observed that she and Wemmick drank out

of one glass. Of course I knew better than to offer to see Miss Skiffins home, and under the circumstances I

thought I had best go first: which I did, taking a cordial leave of the Aged, and having passed a pleasant

Before a week was out, I received a note from Wemmick, dated Walworth, stating that he hoped he had made

some advance in that matter appertaining to our private and personal capacities, and that he would be glad if I

could come and see him again upon it. So, I went out to Walworth again, and yet again, and yet again, and I

saw him by appointment in the City several times, but never held any communication with him on the subject

in or near Little Britain. The upshot was, that we found a worthy young merchant or shippingbroker, not

long established in business, who wanted intelligent help, and who wanted capital, and who in due course of

time and receipt would want a partner. Between him and me, secret articles were signed of which Herbert

was the subject, and I paid him half of my five hundred pounds down, and engaged for sundry other

payments: some, to fall due at certain dates out of my income: some, contingent on my coming into my

property. Miss Skiffins's brother conducted the negotiation. Wemmick pervaded it throughout, but never

The whole business was so cleverly managed, that Herbert had not the least suspicion of my hand being in it.

I never shall forget the radiant face with which he came home one afternoon, and told me, as a mighty piece

of news, of his having fallen in with one Clarriker (the young merchant's name), and of Clarriker's having

shown an extraordinary inclination towards him, and of his belief that the opening had come at last. Day by

day as his hopes grew stronger and his face brighter, he must have thought me a more and more affectionate

friend, for I had the greatest difficulty in restraining my tears of triumph when I saw him so happy. At length,

the thing being done, and he having that day entered Clarriker's House, and he having talked to me for a

whole evening in a flush of pleasure and success, I did really cry in good earnest when I went to bed, to think

A great event in my life, the turning point of my life, now opens on my view. But, before I proceed to narrate

it, and before I pass on to all the changes it involved, I must give one chapter to Estella. It is not much to give

If that staid old house near the Green at Richmond should ever come to be haunted when I am dead, it will be

haunted, surely, by my ghost. O the many, many nights and days through which the unquiet spirit within me

haunted that house when Estella lived there! Let my body be where it would, my spirit was always

The lady with whom Estella was placed, Mrs. Brandley by name, was a widow, with one daughter several

years older than Estella. The mother looked young, and the daughter looked old; the mother's complexion

was pink, and the daughter's was yellow; the mother set up for frivolity, and the daughter for theology. They

were in what is called a good position, and visited, and were visited by, numbers of people. Little, if any,

community of feeling subsisted between them and Estella, but the understanding was established that they

were necessary to her, and that she was necessary to them. Mrs. Brandley had been a friend of Miss

In Mrs. Brandley's house and out of Mrs. Brandley's house, I suffered every kind and degree of torture that

Estella could cause me. The nature of my relations with her, which placed me on terms of familiarity without

placing me on terms of favour, conduced to my distraction. She made use of me to tease other admirers, and

she turned the very familiarity between herself and me, to the account of putting a constant slight on my

devotion to her. If I had been her secretary, steward, halfbrother, poor relation if I had been a younger

brother of her appointed husband I could not have seemed to myself, further from my hopes when I was

nearest to her. The privilege of calling her by her name and hearing her call me by mine, became under the

circumstances an aggravation of my trials; and while I think it likely that it almost maddened her other lovers,

She had admirers without end. No doubt my jealousy made an admirer of every one who went near her; but

I saw her often at Richmond, I heard of her often in town, and I used often to take her and the Brandleys on

the water; there were picnics, fete days, plays, operas, concerts, parties, all sorts of pleasures, through which I

pursued her and they were all miseries to me. I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my

mind all round the fourandtwenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

Throughout this part of our intercourse and it lasted, as will presently be seen, for what I then thought a

long time she habitually reverted to that tone which expressed that our association was forced upon us.

There were other times when she would come to a sudden check in this tone and in all her many tones, and

"Pip, Pip," she said one evening, coming to such a check, when we sat apart at a darkening window of the

I should have replied that Love was commonly reputed blind, but for the reason that I always was restrained

and this was not the least of my miseries by a feeling that it was ungenerous to press myself upon her,

when she knew that she could not choose but obey Miss Havisham. My dread always was, that this

knowledge on her part laid me under a heavy disadvantage with her pride, and made me the subject of a

"At any rate," said I, "I have no warning given me just now, for you wrote to me to come to you, this time."

"The time has come round when Miss Havisham wishes to have me for a day at Satis. You are to take me

there, and bring me back, if you will. She would rather I did not travel alone, and objects to receiving my

maid, for she has a sensitive horror of being talked of by such people. Can you take me?"

"You can then? The day after tomorrow, if you please. You are to pay all charges out of my purse, You hear

This was all the preparation I received for that visit, or for others like it: Miss Havisham never wrote to me,

nor had I ever so much as seen her handwriting. We went down on the next day but one, and we found her in

the room where I had first beheld her, and it is needless to add that there was no change in Satis House.

She was even more dreadfully fond of Estella than she had been when I last saw them together; I repeat the

word advisedly, for there was something positively dreadful in the energy of her looks and embraces. She

hung upon Estella's beauty, hung upon her words, hung upon her gestures, and sat mumbling her own

trembling fingers while she looked at her, as though she were devouring the beautiful creature she had reared.

From Estella she looked at me, with a searching glance that seemed to pry into my heart and probe its

wounds. "How does she use you, Pip; how does she use you?" she asked me again, with her witchlike

eagerness, even in Estella's hearing. But, when we sat by her flickering fire at night, she was most weird; for

then, keeping Estella's hand drawn through her arm and clutched in her own hand, she extorted from her, by

dint of referring back to what Estella had told her in her regular letters, the names and conditions of the men

whom she had fascinated; and as Miss Havisham dwelt upon this roll, with the intensity of a mind mortally

hurt and diseased, she sat with her other hand on her crutch stick, and her chin on that, and her wan bright

I saw in this, wretched though it made me, and bitter the sense of dependence and even of degradation that it

awakened I saw in this, that Estella was set to wreak Miss Havisham's revenge on men, and that she was

not to be given to me until she had gratified it for a term. I saw in this, a reason for her being beforehand

assigned to me. Sending her out to attract and torment and do mischief, Miss Havisham sent her with the

malicious assurance that she was beyond the reach of all admirers, and that all who staked upon that cast

were secured to lose. I saw in this, that I, too, was tormented by a perversion of ingenuity, even while the

prize was reserved for me. I saw in this, the reason for my being staved off so long, and the reason for my late

guardian's declining to commit himself to the formal knowledge of such a scheme. In a word, I saw in this,

Miss Havisham as I had her then and there before my eyes, and always had had her before my eyes; and I saw

in this, the distinct shadow of the darkened and unhealthy house in which her life was hidden from the sun.

The candles that lighted that room of hers were placed in sconces on the wall. They were high from the

ground, and they burnt with the steady dulness of artificial light in air that is seldom renewed. As I looked

round at them, and at the pale gloom they made, and at the stopped clock, and at the withered articles of

bridal dress upon the table and the ground, and at her own awful figure with its ghostly reflection thrown

large by the fire upon the ceiling and the wall, I saw in everything the construction that my mind had come to,

repeated and thrown back to me. My thoughts passed into the great room across the landing where the table

was spread, and I saw it written, as it were, in the falls of the cobwebs from the centrepiece, in the crawlings

of the spiders on the cloth, in the tracks of the mice as they betook their little quickened hearts behind the

It happened on the occasion of this visit that some sharp words arose between Estella and Miss Havisham. It

We were seated by the fire, as just now described, and Miss Havisham still had Estella's arm drawn through

her own, and still clutched Estella's hand in hers, when Estella gradually began to detach herself. She had

shown a proud impatience more than once before, and had rather endured that fierce affection than accepted

"Only a little tired of myself," replied Estella, disengaging her arm, and moving to the great chimneypiece,

"Speak the truth, you ingrate!" cried Miss Havisham, passionately striking her stick upon the floor; "you are

Estella looked at her with perfect composure, and again looked down at the fire. Her graceful figure and her

beautiful face expressed a selfpossessed indifference to the wild heat of the other, that was almost cruel.

"What?" said Estella, preserving her attitude of indifference as she leaned against the great chimneypiece

"You should know," said Estella. "I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take

"O, look at her, look at her!" cried Miss Havisham, bitterly; "Look at her, so hard and thankless, on the hearth

where she was reared! Where I took her into this wretched breast when it was first bleeding from its stabs,

"At least I was no party to the compact," said Estella, "for if I could walk and speak, when it was made, it was

as much as I could do. But what would you have? You have been very good to me, and I owe everything to

"Mother by adoption," retorted Estella, never departing from the easy grace of her attitude, never raising her

voice as the other did, never yielding either to anger or tenderness, "Mother by adoption, I have said that I

owe everything to you. All I possess is freely yours. All that you have given me, is at your command to have

again. Beyond that, I have nothing. And if you ask me to give you what you never gave me, my gratitude and

"Did I never give her love!" cried Miss Havisham, turning wildly to me. "Did I never give her a burning love,

inseparable from jealousy at all times, and from sharp pain, while she speaks thus to me! Let her call me mad,

"Why should I call you mad," returned Estella, "I, of all people? Does any one live, who knows what set

purposes you have, half as well as I do? Does any one live, who knows what a steady memory you have, half

as well as I do? I who have sat on this same hearth on the little stool that is even now beside you there,

learning your lessons and looking up into your face, when your face was strange and frightened me!"

"No, not forgotten," retorted Estella. "Not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory. When have you found

me false to your teaching? When have you found me unmindful of your lessons? When have you found me

giving admission here," she touched her bosom with her hand, "to anything that you excluded? Be just to

"So proud, so proud!" moaned Miss Havisham, pushing away her grey hair with both her hands.

"Who taught me to be proud?" returned Estella. "Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?"

"Who taught me to be hard?" returned Estella. "Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?"

"But to be proud and hard to me!" Miss Havisham quite shrieked, as she stretched out her arms. "Estella,

Estella looked at her for a moment with a kind of calm wonder, but was not otherwise disturbed; when the

"I cannot think," said Estella, raising her eyes after a silence "why you should be so unreasonable when I

come to see you after a separation. I have never forgotten your wrongs and their causes. I have never been

unfaithful to you or your schooling. I have never shown any weakness that I can charge myself with."

"Would it be weakness to return my love?" exclaimed Miss Havisham. "But yes, yes, she would call it so!"

"I begin to think," said Estella, in a musing way, after another moment of calm wonder, "that I almost

understand how this comes about. If you had brought up your adopted daughter wholly in the dark

confinement of these rooms, and had never let her know that there was such a thing as the daylight by which

she had never once seen your face if you had done that, and then, for a purpose had wanted her to

understand the daylight and know all about it, you would have been disappointed and angry?"

Miss Havisham, with her head in her hands, sat making a low moaning, and swaying herself on her chair, but

"Or," said Estella, " which is a nearer case if you had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with

your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy

and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her; if you

had done this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it,

Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer.

"So," said Estella, "I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but

Miss Havisham had settled down, I hardly knew how, upon the floor, among the faded bridal relics with

which it was strewn. I took advantage of the moment I had sought one from the first to leave the room,

after beseeching Estella's attention to her, with a movement of my hand. When I left, Estella was yet standing

by the great chimneypiece, just as she had stood throughout. Miss Havisham's grey hair was all adrift upon

It was with a depressed heart that I walked in the starlight for an hour and more, about the courtyard, and

about the brewery, and about the ruined garden. When I at last took courage to return to the room, I found

Estella sitting at Miss Havisham's knee, taking up some stitches in one of those old articles of dress that were

dropping to pieces, and of which I have often been reminded since by the faded tatters of old banners that I

have seen hanging up in cathedrals. Afterwards, Estella and I played at cards, as of yore only we were

skilful now, and played French games and so the evening wore away, and I went to bed.

I lay in that separate building across the courtyard. It was the first time I had ever lain down to rest in Satis

House, and sleep refused to come near me. A thousand Miss Havishams haunted me. She was on this side of

my pillow, on that, at the head of the bed, at the foot, behind the halfopened door of the dressingroom, in

the dressingroom, in the room overhead, in the room beneath everywhere. At last, when the night was

slow to creep on towards two o'clock, I felt that I absolutely could no longer bear the place as a place to lie

down in, and that I must get up. I therefore got up and put on my clothes, and went out across the yard into

the long stone passage, designing to gain the outer courtyard and walk there for the relief of my mind. But, I

was no sooner in the passage than I extinguished my candle; for, I saw Miss Havisham going along it in a

ghostly manner, making a low cry. I followed her at a distance, and saw her go up the staircase. She carried a

bare candle in her hand, which she had probably taken from one of the sconces in her own room, and was a

most unearthly object by its light. Standing at the bottom of the staircase, I felt the mildewed air of the

feastchamber, without seeing her open the door, and I heard her walking there, and so across into her own

room, and so across again into that, never ceasing the low cry. After a time, I tried in the dark both to get out,

and to go back, but I could do neither until some streaks of day strayed in and showed me where to lay my

hands. During the whole interval, whenever I went to the bottom of the staircase, I heard her footstep, saw her

Before we left next day, there was no revival of the difference between her and Estella, nor was it ever

revived on any similar occasion; and there were four similar occasions, to the best of my remembrance. Nor,

did Miss Havisham's manner towards Estella in anywise change, except that I believed it to have something

It is impossible to turn this leaf of my life, without putting Bentley Drummle's name upon it; or I would, very

On a certain occasion when the Finches were assembled in force, and when good feeling was being promoted

in the usual manner by nobody's agreeing with anybody else, the presiding Finch called the Grove to order,

forasmuch as Mr. Drummle had not yet toasted a lady; which, according to the solemn constitution of the

society, it was the brute's turn to do that day. I thought I saw him leer in an ugly way at me while the

decanters were going round, but as there was no love lost between us, that might easily be. What was my

"Estella of where?" said I. "You are bound to say of where." Which he was, as a Finch.

"Of Richmond, gentlemen," said Drummle, putting me out of the question, "and a peerless beauty."

Much he knew about peerless beauties, a mean miserable idiot! I whispered Herbert.

"I know that lady," said Herbert, across the table, when the toast had been honoured.

This was the only retort except glass or crockery that the heavy creature was capable of making; but, I

became as highly incensed by it as if it had been barbed with wit, and I immediately rose in my place and said

that I could not but regard it as being like the honourable Finch's impudence to come down to that Grove

we always talked about coming down to that Grove, as a neat Parliamentary turn of expression down to that

Grove, proposing a lady of whom he knew nothing. Mr. Drummle upon this, starting up, demanded what I

meant by that? Whereupon, I made him the extreme reply that I believed he knew where I was to be found.

Whether it was possible in a Christian country to get on without blood, after this, was a question on which the

Finches were divided. The debate upon it grew so lively, indeed, that at least six more honourable members

told six more, during the discussion, that they believed they knew where they were to be found. However, it

was decided at last (the Grove being a Court of Honour) that if Mr. Drummle would bring never so slight a

certificate from the lady, importing that he had the honour of her acquaintance, Mr. Pip must express his

regret, as a gentleman and a Finch, for "having been betrayed into a warmth which." Next day was appointed

for the production (lest our honour should take cold from delay), and next day Drummle appeared with a

polite little avowal in Estella's hand, that she had had the honour of dancing with him several times. This left

me no course but to regret that I had been "betrayed into a warmth which," and on the whole to repudiate, as

untenable, the idea that I was to be found anywhere. Drummle and I then sat snorting at one another for an

hour, while the Grove engaged in indiscriminate contradiction, and finally the promotion of good feeling was

I tell this lightly, but it was no light thing to me. For, I cannot adequately express what pain it gave me to

think that Estella should show any favour to a contemptible, clumsy, sulky booby, so very far below the

average. To the present moment, I believe it to have been referable to some pure fire of generosity and

disinterestedness in my love for her, that I could not endure the thought of her stooping to that hound. No

doubt I should have been miserable whomsoever she had favoured; but a worthier object would have caused

It was easy for me to find out, and I did soon find out, that Drummle had begun to follow her closely, and that

she allowed him to do it. A little while, and he was always in pursuit of her, and he and I crossed one another

every day. He held on, in a dull persistent way, and Estella held him on; now with encouragement, now with

discouragement, now almost flattering him, now openly despising him, now knowing him very well, now

The Spider, as Mr. Jaggers had called him, was used to lying in wait, however, and had the patience of his

tribe. Added to that, he had a blockhead confidence in his money and in his family greatness, which

sometimes did him good service almost taking the place of concentration and determined purpose. So, the

Spider, doggedly watching Estella, outwatched many brighter insects, and would often uncoil himself and

At a certain Assembly Ball at Richmond (there used to be Assembly Balls at most places then), where Estella

had outshone all other beauties, this blundering Drummle so hung about her, and with so much toleration on

her part, that I resolved to speak to her concerning him. I took the next opportunity: which was when she was

waiting for Mrs. Brandley to take her home, and was sitting apart among some flowers, ready to go. I was

"Say rather, I should not be; for I have my letter to Satis House to write, before I go to sleep."

"Estella," said I, "do look at that fellow in the corner yonder, who is looking over here at us."

"Why should I look at him?" returned Estella, with her eyes on me instead. "What is there in that fellow in

"Indeed, that is the very question I want to ask you," said I. "For he has been hovering about you all night."

"Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures," replied Estella, with a glance towards him, "hover about a lighted

"But, Estella, do hear me speak. It makes me wretched that you should encourage a man so generally

"You know he is as ungainly within, as without. A deficient, illtempered, lowering, stupid fellow."

"You know he has nothing to recommend him but money, and a ridiculous roll of addleheaded

"Well?" said she again; and each time she said it, she opened her lovely eyes the wider.

To overcome the difficulty of getting past that monosyllable, I took it from her, and said, repeating it with

Now, if I could have believed that she favoured Drummle with any idea of making me me wretched, I

should have been in better heart about it; but in that habitual way of hers, she put me so entirely out of the

"Pip," said Estella, casting her glance over the room, "don't be foolish about its effect on you. It may have its

"Yes it is," said I, "because I cannot bear that people should say, 'she throws away her graces and attractions

"Calls me proud and inflexible in this breath!" said Estella, opening her hands. "And in his last breath

"There is no doubt you do," said I, something hurriedly, "for I have seen you give him looks and smiles this

"Do you want me then," said Estella, turning suddenly with a fixed and serious, if not angry, look, "to deceive

"Yes, and many others all of them but you. Here is Mrs. Brandley. I'll say no more."

And now that I have given the one chapter to the theme that so filled my heart, and so often made it ache and

ache again, I pass on, unhindered, to the event that had impended over me longer yet; the event that had

begun to be prepared for, before I knew that the world held Estella, and in the days when her baby

intelligence was receiving its first distortions from Miss Havisham's wasting hands.

In the Eastern story, the heavy slab that was to fall on the bed of state in the flush of conquest was slowly

wrought out of the quarry, the tunnel for the rope to hold it in its place was slowly carried through the leagues

of rock, the slab was slowly raised and fitted in the roof, the rope was rove to it and slowly taken through the

miles of hollow to the great iron ring. All being made ready with much labour, and the hour come, the sultan

was aroused in the dead of the night, and the sharpened axe that was to sever the rope from the great iron ring

was put into his hand, and he struck with it, and the rope parted and rushed away, and the ceiling fell. So, in

my case; all the work, near and afar, that tended to the end, had been accomplished; and in an instant the

I was threeandtwenty years of age. Not another word had I heard to enlighten me on the subject of my

expectations, and my twentythird birthday was a week gone. We had left Barnard's Inn more than a year,

Mr. Pocket and I had for some time parted company as to our original relations, though we continued on the

best terms. Notwithstanding my inability to settle to anything which I hope arose out of the restless and

incomplete tenure on which I held my means I had a taste for reading, and read regularly so many hours a

day. That matter of Herbert's was still progressing, and everything with me was as I have brought it down to

Business had taken Herbert on a journey to Marseilles. I was alone, and had a dull sense of being alone.

Dispirited and anxious, long hoping that tomorrow or next week would clear my way, and long

It was wretched weather; stormy and wet, stormy and wet; and mud, mud, mud, deep in all the streets. Day

after day, a vast heavy veil had been driving over London from the East, and it drove still, as if in the East

there were an Eternity of cloud and wind. So furious had been the gusts, that high buildings in town had had

the lead stripped off their roofs; and in the country, trees had been torn up, and sails of windmills carried

away; and gloomy accounts had come in from the coast, of shipwreck and death. Violent blasts of rain had

accompanied these rages of wind, and the day just closed as I sat down to read had been the worst of all.

Alterations have been made in that part of the Temple since that time, and it has not now so lonely a character

as it had then, nor is it so exposed to the river. We lived at the top of the last house, and the wind rushing up

the river shook the house that night, like discharges of cannon, or breakings of a sea. When the rain came

with it and dashed against the windows, I thought, raising my eyes to them as they rocked, that I might have

fancied myself in a stormbeaten lighthouse. Occasionally, the smoke came rolling down the chimney as

though it could not bear to go out into such a night; and when I set the doors open and looked down the

staircase, the staircase lamps were blown out; and when I shaded my face with my hands and looked through

the black windows (opening them ever so little, was out of the question in the teeth of such wind and rain) I

saw that the lamps in the court were blown out, and that the lamps on the bridges and the shore were

shuddering, and that the coal fires in barges on the river were being carried away before the wind like redhot

I read with my watch upon the table, purposing to close my book at eleven o'clock. As I shut it, Saint Paul's,

and all the many churchclocks in the City some leading, some accompanying, some following struck

that hour. The sound was curiously flawed by the wind; and I was listening, and thinking how the wind

What nervous folly made me start, and awfully connect it with the footstep of my dead sister, matters not. It

was past in a moment, and I listened again, and heard the footstep stumble in coming on. Remembering then,

that the staircaselights were blown out, I took up my readinglamp and went out to the stairhead. Whoever

I stood with my lamp held out over the stairrail, and he came slowly within its light. It was a shaded lamp,

to shine upon a book, and its circle of light was very contracted; so that he was in it for a mere instant, and

then out of it. In the instant, I had seen a face that was strange to me, looking up with an incomprehensible air

Moving the lamp as the man moved, I made out that he was substantially dressed, but roughly; like a voyager

by sea. That he had long irongrey hair. That his age was about sixty. That he was a muscular man, strong on

his legs, and that he was browned and hardened by exposure to weather. As he ascended the last stair or two,

and the light of my lamp included us both, I saw, with a stupid kind of amazement, that he was holding out

"My business?" he repeated, pausing. "Ah! Yes. I will explain my business, by your leave."

I had asked him the question inhospitably enough, for I resented the sort of bright and gratified recognition

that still shone in his face. I resented it, because it seemed to imply that he expected me to respond to it. But,

I took him into the room I had just left, and, having set the lamp on the table, asked him as civilly as I could,

He looked about him with the strangest air an air of wondering pleasure, as if he had some part in the things

he admired and he pulled off a rough outer coat, and his hat. Then, I saw that his head was furrowed and

bald, and that the long irongrey hair grew only on its sides. But, I saw nothing that in the least explained

him. On the contrary, I saw him next moment, once more holding out both his hands to me.

He stopped in his looking at me, and slowly rubbed his right hand over his head. "It's disapinting to a man,"

he said, in a coarse broken voice, "arter having looked for'ard so distant, and come so fur; but you're not to

blame for that neither on us is to blame for that. I'll speak in half a minute. Give me half a minute, please."

He sat down on a chair that stood before the fire, and covered his forehead with his large brown veinous

hands. I looked at him attentively then, and recoiled a little from him; but I did not know him.

"Why do you, a stranger coming into my rooms at this time of the night, ask that question?" said I.

"You're a game one," he returned, shaking his head at me with a deliberate affection, at once most

unintelligible and most exasperating; "I'm glad you've grow'd up, a game one! But don't catch hold of me.

I relinquished the intention he had detected, for I knew him! Even yet, I could not recall a single feature, but I

knew him! If the wind and the rain had driven away the intervening years, had scattered all the intervening

objects, had swept us to the churchyard where we first stood face to face on such different levels, I could not

have known my convict more distinctly than I knew him now as he sat in the chair before the fire. No need to

take a file from his pocket and show it to me; no need to take the handkerchief from his neck and twist it

round his head; no need to hug himself with both his arms, and take a shivering turn across the room, looking

back at me for recognition. I knew him before he gave me one of those aids, though, a moment before, I had

He came back to where I stood, and again held out both his hands. Not knowing what to do for, in my

astonishment I had lost my selfpossession I reluctantly gave him my hands. He grasped them heartily,

At a change in his manner as if he were even going to embrace me, I laid a hand upon his breast and put him

"Stay!" said I. "Keep off! If you are grateful to me for what I did when I was a little child, I hope you have

shown your gratitude by mending your way of life. If you have come here to thank me, it was not necessary.

Still, however you have found me out, there must be something good in the feeling that has brought you here,

My attention was so attracted by the singularity of his fixed look at me, that the words died away on my

"You was a saying," he observed, when we had confronted one another in silence, "that surely I must

"That I cannot wish to renew that chance intercourse with you of long ago, under these different

circumstances. I am glad to believe you have repented and recovered yourself. I am glad to tell you so. I am

glad that, thinking I deserve to be thanked, you have come to thank me. But our ways are different ways,

none the less. You are wet, and you look weary. Will you drink something before you go?"

He had replaced his neckerchief loosely, and had stood, keenly observant of me, biting a long end of it. "I

think," he answered, still with the end at his mouth and still observant of me, "that I will drink (I thank you)

There was a tray ready on a sidetable. I brought it to the table near the fire, and asked him what he would

have? He touched one of the bottles without looking at it or speaking, and I made him some hot

rumandwater. I tried to keep my hand steady while I did so, but his look at me as he leaned back in his

chair with the long draggled end of his neckerchief between his teeth evidently forgotten made my hand

very difficult to master. When at last I put the glass to him, I saw with amazement that his eyes were full of

Up to this time I had remained standing, not to disguise that I wished him gone. But I was softened by the

softened aspect of the man, and felt a touch of reproach. "I hope," said I, hurriedly putting something into a

glass for myself, and drawing a chair to the table, "that you will not think I spoke harshly to you just now. I

had no intention of doing it, and I am sorry for it if I did. I wish you well, and happy!"

As I put my glass to my lips, he glanced with surprise at the end of his neckerchief, dropping from his mouth

when he opened it, and stretched out his hand. I gave him mine, and then he drank, and drew his sleeve across

"I've been a sheepfarmer, stockbreeder, other trades besides, away in the new world," said he: "many a

"I've done wonderfully well. There's others went out alonger me as has done well too, but no man has done

Without stopping to try to understand those words or the tone in which they were spoken, I turned off to a

"Have you ever seen a messenger you once sent to me," I inquired, "since he undertook that trust?"

"He came faithfully, and he brought me the two onepound notes. I was a poor boy then, as you know, and to

a poor boy they were a little fortune. But, like you, I have done well since, and you must let me pay them

He watched me as I laid my purse upon the table and opened it, and he watched me as I separated two

onepound notes from its contents. They were clean and new, and I spread them out and handed them over to

him. Still watching me, he laid them one upon the other, folded them longwise, gave them a twist, set fire to

"May I make so bold," he said then, with a smile that was like a frown, and with a frown that was like a

smile, "as ask you how you have done well, since you and me was out on them lone shivering marshes?"

He emptied his glass, got up, and stood at the side of the fire, with his heavy brown hand on the mantelshelf.

He put a foot up to the bars, to dry and warm it, and the wet boot began to steam; but, he neither looked at it,

nor at the fire, but steadily looked at me. It was only now that I began to tremble.

When my lips had parted, and had shaped some words that were without sound, I forced myself to tell him

(though I could not do it distinctly), that I had been chosen to succeed to some property.

"Could I make a guess, I wonder," said the Convict, "at your income since you come of age! As to the first

With my heart beating like a heavy hammer of disordered action, I rose out of my chair, and stood with my

"Concerning a guardian," he went on. "There ought to have been some guardian, or suchlike, whiles you

was a minor. Some lawyer, maybe. As to the first letter of that lawyer's name now. Would it be J?"

All the truth of my position came flashing on me; and its disappointments, dangers, disgraces, consequences

of all kinds, rushed in in such a multitude that I was borne down by them and had to struggle for every breath

"Put it," he resumed, "as the employer of that lawyer whose name begun with a J, and might be Jaggers put

it as he had come over sea to Portsmouth, and had landed there, and had wanted to come on to you.

'However, you have found me out,' you says just now. Well! However, did I find you out? Why, I wrote from

Portsmouth to a person in London, for particulars of your address. That person's name? Why, Wemmick."

I could not have spoken one word, though it had been to save my life. I stood, with a hand on the chairback

and a hand on my breast, where I seemed to be suffocating I stood so, looking wildly at him, until I grasped

at the chair, when the room began to surge and turn. He caught me, drew me to the sofa, put me up against

the cushions, and bent on one knee before me: bringing the face that I now well remembered, and that I

"Yes, Pip, dear boy, I've made a gentleman on you! It's me wot has done it! I swore that time, sure as ever I

earned a guinea, that guinea should go to you. I swore arterwards, sure as ever I spec'lated and got rich, you

should get rich. I lived rough, that you should live smooth; I worked hard, that you should be above work.

What odds, dear boy? Do I tell it, fur you to feel a obligation? Not a bit. I tell it, fur you to know as that there

hunted dunghill dog wot you kep life in, got his head so high that he could make a gentleman and, Pip,

The abhorrence in which I held the man, the dread I had of him, the repugnance with which I shrank from

"Look'ee here, Pip. I'm your second father. You're my son more to me nor any son. I've put away money,

only for you to spend. When I was a hiredout shepherd in a solitary hut, not seeing no faces but faces of

sheep till I half forgot wot men's and women's faces wos like, I see yourn. I drops my knife many a time in

that hut when I was aeating my dinner or my supper, and I says, 'Here's the boy again, alooking at me

whiles I eats and drinks!' I see you there a many times, as plain as ever I see you on them misty marshes.

'Lord strike me dead!' I says each time and I goes out in the air to say it under the open heavens 'but wot,

if I gets liberty and money, I'll make that boy a gentleman!' And I done it. Why, look at you, dear boy! Look

at these here lodgings o'yourn, fit for a lord! A lord? Ah! You shall show money with lords for wagers, and

In his heat and triumph, and in his knowledge that I had been nearly fainting, he did not remark on my

"Look'ee here!" he went on, taking my watch out of my pocket, and turning towards him a ring on my finger,

while I recoiled from his touch as if he had been a snake, "a gold 'un and a beauty: that's a gentleman's, I

hope! A diamond all set round with rubies; that's a gentleman's, I hope! Look at your linen; fine and

beautiful! Look at your clothes; better ain't to be got! And your books too," turning his eyes round the room,

"mounting up, on their shelves, by hundreds! And you read 'em; don't you? I see you'd been a reading of 'em

when I come in. Ha, ha, ha! You shall read 'em to me, dear boy! And if they're in foreign languages wot I

Again he took both my hands and put them to his lips, while my blood ran cold within me.

"Don't you mind talking, Pip," said he, after again drawing his sleeve over his eyes and forehead, as the click

came in his throat which I well remembered and he was all the more horrible to me that he was so much in

earnest; "you can't do better nor keep quiet, dear boy. You ain't looked slowly forward to this as I have; you

"Well, you see it wos me, and singlehanded. Never a soul in it but my own self and Mr. Jaggers."

"No," said he, with a glance of surprise: "who else should there be? And, dear boy, how good looking you

have growed! There's bright eyes somewheres eh? Isn't there bright eyes somewheres, wot you love the

"They shall be yourn, dear boy, if money can buy 'em. Not that a gentleman like you, so well set up as you,

can't win 'em off of his own game; but money shall back you! Let me finish wot I was a telling you, dear

boy. From that there hut and that there hiringout, I got money left me by my master (which died, and had

been the same as me), and got my liberty and went for myself. In every single thing I went for, I went for

you. 'Lord strike a blight upon it,' I says, wotever it was I went for, 'if it ain't for him!' It all prospered

wonderful. As I giv' you to understand just now, I'm famous for it. It was the money left me, and the gains of

the first few year wot I sent home to Mr. Jaggers all for you when he first come arter you, agreeable to

O, that he had never come! That he had left me at the forge far from contented, yet, by comparison happy!

"And then, dear boy, it was a recompense to me, look'ee here, to know in secret that I was making a

gentleman. The blood horses of them colonists might fling up the dust over me as I was walking; what do I

say? I says to myself, 'I'm making a better gentleman nor ever you'll be!' When one of 'em says to another,

'He was a convict, a few year ago, and is a ignorant common fellow now, for all he's lucky,' what do I say? I

says to myself, 'If I ain't a gentleman, nor yet ain't got no learning, I'm the owner of such. All on you owns

stock and land; which on you owns a broughtup London gentleman?' This way I kep myself agoing. And

this way I held steady afore my mind that I would for certain come one day and see my boy, and make myself

He laid his hand on my shoulder. I shuddered at the thought that for anything I knew, his hand might be

"It warn't easy, Pip, for me to leave them parts, nor yet it warn't safe. But I held to it, and the harder it was,

the stronger I held, for I was determined, and my mind firm made up. At last I done it. Dear boy, I done it!"

I tried to collect my thoughts, but I was stunned. Throughout, I had seemed to myself to attend more to the

wind and the rain than to him; even now, I could not separate his voice from those voices, though those were

"Where will you put me?" he asked, presently. "I must be put somewheres, dear boy."

"Yes. And to sleep long and sound," he answered; "for I've been seatossed and seawashed, months and

"My friend and companion," said I, rising from the sofa, "is absent; you must have his room."

"No," said I, answering almost mechanically, in spite of my utmost efforts; "not tomorrow."

"Because, look'ee here, dear boy," he said, dropping his voice, and laying a long finger on my breast in an

"I was sent for life. It's death to come back. There's been overmuch coming back of late years, and I should of

Nothing was needed but this; the wretched man, after loading wretched me with his gold and silver chains for

years, had risked his life to come to me, and I held it there in my keeping! If I had loved him instead of

abhorring him; if I had been attracted to him by the strongest admiration and affection, instead of shrinking

from him with the strongest repugnance; it could have been no worse. On the contrary, it would have been

better, for his preservation would then have naturally and tenderly addressed my heart.

My first care was to close the shutters, so that no light might be seen from without, and then to close and

make fast the doors. While I did so, he stood at the table drinking rum and eating biscuit; and when I saw him

thus engaged, I saw my convict on the marshes at his meal again. It almost seemed to me as if he must stoop

When I had gone into Herbert's room, and had shut off any other communication between it and the staircase

than through the room in which our conversation had been held, I asked him if he would go to bed? He said

yes, but asked me for some of my "gentleman's linen" to put on in the morning. I brought it out, and laid it

ready for him, and my blood again ran cold when he again took me by both hands to give me good night.

I got away from him, without knowing how I did it, and mended the fire in the room where we had been

together, and sat down by it, afraid to go to bed. For an hour or more, I remained too stunned to think; and it

was not until I began to think, that I began fully to know how wrecked I was, and how the ship in which I had

Miss Havisham's intentions towards me, all a mere dream; Estella not designed for me; I only suffered in

Satis House as a convenience, a sting for the greedy relations, a model with a mechanical heart to practise on

when no other practice was at hand; those were the first smarts I had. But, sharpest and deepest pain of all it

was for the convict, guilty of I knew not what crimes, and liable to be taken out of those rooms where I sat

I would not have gone back to Joe now, I would not have gone back to Biddy now, for any consideration:

simply, I suppose, because my sense of my own worthless conduct to them was greater than every

consideration. No wisdom on earth could have given me the comfort that I should have derived from their

In every rage of wind and rush of rain, I heard pursuers. Twice, I could have sworn there was a knocking and

whispering at the outer door. With these fears upon me, I began either to imagine or recall that I had had

mysterious warnings of this man's approach. That, for weeks gone by, I had passed faces in the streets which

I had thought like his. That, these likenesses had grown more numerous, as he, coming over the sea, had

drawn nearer. That, his wicked spirit had somehow sent these messengers to mine, and that now on this

Crowding up with these reflections came the reflection that I had seen him with my childish eyes to be a

desperately violent man; that I had heard that other convict reiterate that he had tried to murder him; that I

had seen him down in the ditch tearing and fighting like a wild beast. Out of such remembrances I brought

into the light of the fire, a halfformed terror that it might not be safe to be shut up there with him in the dead

of the wild solitary night. This dilated until it filled the room, and impelled me to take a candle and go in and

He had rolled a handkerchief round his head, and his face was set and lowering in his sleep. But he was

asleep, and quietly too, though he had a pistol lying on the pillow. Assured of this, I softly removed the key

to the outside of his door, and turned it on him before I again sat down by the fire. Gradually I slipped from

the chair and lay on the floor. When I awoke, without having parted in my sleep with the perception of my

wretchedness, the clocks of the Eastward churches were striking five, the candles were wasted out, the fire

It was fortunate for me that I had to take precautions to ensure (so far as I could) the safety of my dreaded

visitor; for, this thought pressing on me when I awoke, held other thoughts in a confused concourse at a

The impossibility of keeping him concealed in the chambers was selfevident. It could not be done, and the

attempt to do it would inevitably engender suspicion. True, I had no Avenger in my service now, but I was

looked after by an inflammatory old female, assisted by an animated ragbag whom she called her niece, and

to keep a room secret from them would be to invite curiosity and exaggeration. They both had weak eyes,

which I had long attributed to their chronically looking in at keyholes, and they were always at hand when

not wanted; indeed that was their only reliable quality besides larceny. Not to get up a mystery with these

people, I resolved to announce in the morning that my uncle had unexpectedly come from the country.

This course I decided on while I was yet groping about in the darkness for the means of getting a light. Not

stumbling on the means after all, I was fain to go out to the adjacent Lodge and get the watchman there to

come with his lantern. Now, in groping my way down the black staircase I fell over something, and that

As the man made no answer when I asked him what he did there, but eluded my touch in silence, I ran to the

Lodge and urged the watchman to come quickly: telling him of the incident on the way back. The wind being

as fierce as ever, we did not care to endanger the light in the lantern by rekindling the extinguished lamps on

the staircase, but we examined the staircase from the bottom to the top and found no one there. It then

occurred to me as possible that the man might have slipped into my rooms; so, lighting my candle at the

watchman's, and leaving him standing at the door, I examined them carefully, including the room in which

my dreaded guest lay asleep. All was quiet, and assuredly no other man was in those chambers.

It troubled me that there should have been a lurker on the stairs, on that night of all nights in the year, and I

asked the watchman, on the chance of eliciting some hopeful explanation as I handed him a dram at the door,

whether he had admitted at his gate any gentleman who had perceptibly been dining out? Yes, he said; at

different times of the night, three. One lived in Fountain Court, and the other two lived in the Lane, and he

had seen them all go home. Again, the only other man who dwelt in the house of which my chambers formed

a part, had been in the country for some weeks; and he certainly had not returned in the night, because we had

"The night being so bad, sir," said the watchman, as he gave me back my glass, "uncommon few have come

in at my gate. Besides them three gentlemen that I have named, I don't call to mind another since about

"I judged the person to be with him," returned the watchman. "The person stopped, when he stopped to make

The watchman had not particularly noticed; he should say a working person; to the best of his belief, he had a

dustcoloured kind of clothes on, under a dark coat. The watchman made more light of the matter than I did,

When I had got rid of him, which I thought it well to do without prolonging explanations, my mind was much

troubled by these two circumstances taken together. Whereas they were easy of innocent solution apart as,

for instance, some dinerout or dinerathome, who had not gone near this watchman's gate, might have

strayed to my staircase and dropped asleep there and my nameless visitor might have brought some one

with him to show him the way still, joined, they had an ugly look to one as prone to distrust and fear as the

I lighted my fire, which burnt with a raw pale flare at that time of the morning, and fell into a doze before it. I

seemed to have been dozing a whole night when the clocks struck six. As there was full an hour and a half

between me and daylight, I dozed again; now, waking up uneasily, with prolix conversations about nothing,

in my ears; now, making thunder of the wind in the chimney; at length, falling off into a profound sleep from

All this time I had never been able to consider my own situation, nor could I do so yet. I had not the power to

attend to it. I was greatly dejected and distressed, but in an incoherent wholesale sort of way. As to forming

any plan for the future, I could as soon have formed an elephant. When I opened the shutters and looked out

at the wet wild morning, all of a leaden hue; when I walked from room to room; when I sat down again

shivering, before the fire, waiting for my laundress to appear; I thought how miserable I was, but hardly knew

why, or how long I had been so, or on what day of the week I made the reflection, or even who I was that

At last, the old woman and the niece came in the latter with a head not easily distinguishable from her dusty

broom and testified surprise at sight of me and the fire. To whom I imparted how my uncle had come in the

night and was then asleep, and how the breakfast preparations were to be modified accordingly. Then, I

washed and dressed while they knocked the furniture about and made a dust; and so, in a sort of dream or

sleepwaking, I found myself sitting by the fire again, waiting for Him to come to breakfast.

Byandby, his door opened and he came out. I could not bring myself to bear the sight of him, and I thought

"I do not even know," said I, speaking low as he took his seat at the table, "by what name to call you. I have

He answered quite seriously, and used the word as if it denoted some profession.

"When you came into the Temple last night" said I, pausing to wonder whether that could really have been

"When you came in at the gate and asked the watchman the way here, had you any one with you?"

"I didn't take particular notice," he said, dubiously, "not knowing the ways of the place. But I think there was

"I hope not!" said he, giving his neck a jerk with his forefinger that made me turn hot and sick.

It was on my lips to ask him what he was tried for, but he took up a knife, gave it a flourish, and with the

He ate in a ravenous way that was very disagreeable, and all his actions were uncouth, noisy, and greedy.

Some of his teeth had failed him since I saw him eat on the marshes, and as he turned his food in his mouth,

and turned his head sideways to bring his strongest fangs to bear upon it, he looked terribly like a hungry old

dog. If I had begun with any appetite, he would have taken it away, and I should have sat much as I did

repelled from him by an insurmountable aversion, and gloomily looking at the cloth.

"I'm a heavy grubber, dear boy," he said, as a polite kind of apology when he made an end of his meal, "but I

always was. If it had been in my constitution to be a lighter grubber, I might ha' got into lighter trouble.

Similarly, I must have my smoke. When I was first hired out as shepherd t'other side the world, it's my belief

I should ha' turned into a molloncollymad sheep myself, if I hadn't a had my smoke."

As he said so, he got up from the table, and putting his hand into the breast of the peacoat he wore, brought

out a short black pipe, and a handful of loose tobacco of the kind that is called Negrohead. Having filled his

pipe, he put the surplus tobacco back again, as if his pocket were a drawer. Then, he took a live coal from the

fire with the tongs, and lighted his pipe at it, and then turned round on the hearthrug with his back to the

fire, and went through his favourite action of holding out both his hands for mine.

"And this," said he, dandling my hands up and down in his, as he puffed at his pipe; "and this is the

gentleman what I made! The real genuine One! It does me good fur to look at you, Pip. All I stip'late, is, to

I released my hands as soon as I could, and found that I was beginning slowly to settle down to the

contemplation of my condition. What I was chained to, and how heavily, became intelligible to me, as I heard

his hoarse voice, and sat looking up at his furrowed bald head with its iron grey hair at the sides.

"I mustn't see my gentleman a footing it in the mire of the streets; there mustn't be no mud on his boots. My

gentleman must have horses, Pip! Horses to ride, and horses to drive, and horses for his servant to ride and

drive as well. Shall colonists have their horses (and blood 'uns, if you please, good Lord!) and not my London

gentleman? No, no. We'll show 'em another pair of shoes than that, Pip; won't us?"

He took out of his pocket a great thick pocketbook, bursting with papers, and tossed it on the table.

"There's something worth spending in that there book, dear boy. It's yourn. All I've got ain't mine; it's yourn.

Don't you be afeerd on it. There's more where that come from. I've come to the old country fur to see my

gentleman spend his money like a gentleman. That'll be my pleasure. My pleasure 'ull be fur to see him do it.

And blast you all!" he wound up, looking round the room and snapping his fingers once with a loud snap,

"blast you every one, from the judge in his wig, to the colonist a stirring up the dust, I'll show a better

"Stop!" said I, almost in a frenzy of fear and dislike, "I want to speak to you. I want to know what is to be

done. I want to know how you are to be kept out of danger, how long you are going to stay, what projects you

"Look'ee here, Pip," said he, laying his hand on my arm in a suddenly altered and subdued manner; "first of

all, look'ee here. I forgot myself half a minute ago. What I said was low; that's what it was; low. Look'ee

"First," I resumed, halfgroaning, "what precautions can be taken against your being recognized and seized?"

"No, dear boy," he said, in the same tone as before, "that don't go first. Lowness goes first. I ain't took so

many years to make a gentleman, not without knowing what's due to him. Look'ee here, Pip. I was low; that's

Some sense of the grimlyludicrous moved me to a fretful laugh, as I replied, "I have looked over it. In

"Yes, but look'ee here," he persisted. "Dear boy, I ain't come so fur, not fur to be low. Now, go on, dear boy.

"Well, dear boy, the danger ain't so great. Without I was informed agen, the danger ain't so much to signify.

There's Jaggers, and there's Wemmick, and there's you. Who else is there to inform?"

"Well," he returned, "there ain't many. Nor yet I don't intend to advertise myself in the newspapers by the

name of A. M. come back from Botany Bay; and years have rolled away, and who's to gain by it? Still,

look'ee here, Pip. If the danger had been fifty times as great, I should ha' come to see you, mind you, just the

"How long?" said he, taking his black pipe from his mouth, and dropping his jaw as he stared at me. "I'm not

"Where are you to live?" said I. "What is to be done with you? Where will you be safe?"

"Dear boy," he returned, "there's disguising wigs can be bought for money, and there's hair powder, and

spectacles, and black clothes shorts and what not. Others has done it safe afore, and what others has done

afore, others can do agen. As to the where and how of living, dear boy, give me your own opinions on it."

"You take it smoothly now," said I, "but you were very serious last night, when you swore it was Death."

"And so I swear it is Death," said he, putting his pipe back in his mouth, "and Death by the rope, in the open

street not fur from this, and it's serious that you should fully understand it to be so. What then, when that's

once done? Here I am. To go back now, 'ud be as bad as to stand ground worse. Besides, Pip, I'm here,

because I've meant it by you, years and years. As to what I dare, I'm a old bird now, as has dared all manner

of traps since first he was fledged, and I'm not afeerd to perch upon a scarecrow. If there's Death hid inside of

it, there is, and let him come out, and I'll face him, and then I'll believe in him and not afore. And now let me

Once more, he took me by both hands and surveyed me with an air of admiring proprietorship: smoking with

It appeared to me that I could do no better than secure him some quiet lodging hard by, of which he might

take possession when Herbert returned: whom I expected in two or three days. That the secret must be

confided to Herbert as a matter of unavoidable necessity, even if I could have put the immense relief I should

derive from sharing it with him out of the question, was plain to me. But it was by no means so plain to Mr.

Provis (I resolved to call him by that name), who reserved his consent to Herbert's participation until he

should have seen him and formed a favourable judgment of his physiognomy. "And even then, dear boy,"

said he, pulling a greasy little clasped black Testament out of his pocket, "we'll have him on his oath."

To state that my terrible patron carried this little black book about the world solely to swear people on in

cases of emergency, would be to state what I never quite established but this I can say, that I never knew

him put it to any other use. The book itself had the appearance of having been stolen from some court of

justice, and perhaps his knowledge of its antecedents, combined with his own experience in that wise, gave

him a reliance on its powers as a sort of legal spell or charm. On this first occasion of his producing it, I

recalled how he had made me swear fidelity in the churchyard long ago, and how he had described himself

As he was at present dressed in a seafaring slop suit, in which he looked as if he had some parrots and cigars

to dispose of, I next discussed with him what dress he should wear. He cherished an extraordinary belief in

the virtues of "shorts" as a disguise, and had in his own mind sketched a dress for himself that would have

made him something between a dean and a dentist. It was with considerable difficulty that I won him over to

the assumption of a dress more like a prosperous farmer's; and we arranged that he should cut his hair close,

and wear a little powder. Lastly, as he had not yet been seen by the laundress or her niece, he was to keep

It would seem a simple matter to decide on these precautions; but in my dazed, not to say distracted, state, it

took so long, that I did not get out to further them, until two or three in the afternoon. He was to remain shut

There being to my knowledge a respectable lodginghouse in Essexstreet, the back of which looked into the

Temple, and was almost within hail of my windows, I first of all repaired to that house, and was so fortunate

as to secure the second floor for my uncle, Mr. Provis. I then went from shop to shop, making such purchases

as were necessary to the change in his appearance. This business transacted, I turned my face, on my own

account, to Little Britain. Mr. Jaggers was at his desk, but, seeing me enter, got up immediately and stood

"I will, sir," I returned. For, coming along I had thought well of what I was going to say.

"Don't commit yourself," said Mr. Jaggers, "and don't commit any one. You understand any one. Don't tell

"I merely want, Mr. Jaggers," said I, "to assure myself that what I have been told, is true. I have no hope of its

Mr. Jaggers nodded. "But did you say 'told' or 'informed'?" he asked me, with his head on one side, and not

looking at me, but looking in a listening way at the floor. "Told would seem to imply verbal communication.

"I have been informed by a person named Abel Magwitch, that he is the benefactor so long unknown to me."

"I am not so unreasonable, sir, as to think you at all responsible for my mistakes and wrong conclusions; but I

"As you say, Pip," returned Mr. Jaggers, turning his eyes upon me coolly, and taking a bite at his forefinger,

"Not a particle of evidence, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, shaking his head and gathering up his skirts. "Take

"I have no more to say," said I, with a sigh, after standing silent for a little while. "I have verified my

"And Magwitch in New South Wales having at last disclosed himself," said Mr. Jaggers, "you will

comprehend, Pip, how rigidly throughout my communication with you, I have always adhered to the strict

line of fact. There has never been the least departure from the strict line of fact. You are quite aware of that?"

"I communicated to Magwitch in New South Wales when he first wrote to me from New South Wales

the caution that he must not expect me ever to deviate from the strict line of fact. I also communicated to

him another caution. He appeared to me to have obscurely hinted in his letter at some distant idea he had of

seeing you in England here. I cautioned him that I must hear no more of that; that he was not at all likely to

obtain a pardon; that he was expatriated for the term of his natural life; and that his presenting himself in this

country would be an act of felony, rendering him liable to the extreme penalty of the law. I gave Magwitch

that caution," said Mr. Jaggers, looking hard at me; "I wrote it to New South Wales. He guided himself by it,

"I have been informed by Wemmick," pursued Mr. Jaggers, still looking hard at me, "that he has received a

"You know it's Provis. A letter, under date Portsmouth, from a colonist of the name of Provis, asking for the

particulars of your address, on behalf of Magwitch. Wemmick sent him the particulars, I understand, by

return of post. Probably it is through Provis that you have received the explanation of Magwitch in New

"Good day, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, offering his hand; "glad to have seen you. In writing by post to Magwitch

in New South Wales or in communicating with him through Provis, have the goodness to mention that

the particulars and vouchers of our long account shall be sent to you, together with the balance; for there is

We shook hands, and he looked hard at me as long as he could see me. I turned at the door, and he was still

looking hard at me, while the two vile casts on the shelf seemed to be trying to get their eyelids open, and to

Wemmick was out, and though he had been at his desk he could have done nothing for me. I went straight

back to the Temple, where I found the terrible Provis drinking rumandwater and smoking negrohead, in

Next day the clothes I had ordered, all came home, and he put them on. Whatever he put on, became him less

(it dismally seemed to me) than what he had worn before. To my thinking, there was something in him that

made it hopeless to attempt to disguise him. The more I dressed him and the better I dressed him, the more he

looked like the slouching fugitive on the marshes. This effect on my anxious fancy was partly referable, no

doubt, to his old face and manner growing more familiar to me; but I believe too that he dragged one of his

legs as if there were still a weight of iron on it, and that from head to foot there was Convict in the very grain

The influences of his solitary hutlife were upon him besides, and gave him a savage air that no dress could

tame; added to these, were the influences of his subsequent branded life among men, and, crowning all, his

consciousness that he was dodging and hiding now. In all his ways of sitting and standing, and eating and

drinking of brooding about, in a highshouldered reluctant style of taking out his great hornhandled

jackknife and wiping it on his legs and cutting his food of lifting light glasses and cups to his lips, as if

they were clumsy pannikins of chopping a wedge off his bread, and soaking up with it the last fragments of

gravy round and round his plate, as if to make the most of an allowance, and then drying his fingerends on

it, and then swallowing it in these ways and a thousand other small nameless instances arising every minute

It had been his own idea to wear that touch of powder, and I had conceded the powder after overcoming the

shorts. But I can compare the effect of it, when on, to nothing but the probable effect of rouge upon the dead;

so awful was the manner in which everything in him that it was most desirable to repress, started through that

thin layer of pretence, and seemed to come blazing out at the crown of his head. It was abandoned as soon as

Words cannot tell what a sense I had, at the same time, of the dreadful mystery that he was to me. When he

fell asleep of an evening, with his knotted hands clenching the sides of the easychair, and his bald head

tattooed with deep wrinkles falling forward on his breast, I would sit and look at him, wondering what he had

done, and loading him with all the crimes in the Calendar, until the impulse was powerful on me to start up

and fly from him. Every hour so increased my abhorrence of him, that I even think I might have yielded to

this impulse in the first agonies of being so haunted, notwithstanding all he had done for me, and the risk he

ran, but for the knowledge that Herbert must soon come back. Once, I actually did start out of bed in the

night, and begin to dress myself in my worst clothes, hurriedly intending to leave him there with everything

I doubt if a ghost could have been more terrible to me, up in those lonely rooms in the long evenings and long

nights, with the wind and the rain always rushing by. A ghost could not have been taken and hanged on my

account, and the consideration that he could be, and the dread that he would be, were no small addition to my

horrors. When he was not asleep, or playing a complicated kind of patience with a ragged pack of cards of his

own a game that I never saw before or since, and in which he recorded his winnings by sticking his

jackknife into the table when he was not engaged in either of these pursuits, he would ask me to read to

him "Foreign language, dear boy!" While I complied, he, not comprehending a single word, would stand

before the fire surveying me with the air of an Exhibitor, and I would see him, between the fingers of the

hand with which I shaded my face, appealing in dumb show to the furniture to take notice of my proficiency.

The imaginary student pursued by the misshapen creature he had impiously made, was not more wretched

than I, pursued by the creature who had made me, and recoiling from him with a stronger repulsion, the more

This is written of, I am sensible, as if it had lasted a year. It lasted about five days. Expecting Herbert all the

time, I dared not go out, except when I took Provis for an airing after dark. At length, one evening when

dinner was over and I had dropped into a slumber quite worn out for my nights had been agitated and my

rest broken by fearful dreams I was roused by the welcome footstep on the staircase. Provis, who had been

asleep too, staggered up at the noise I made, and in an instant I saw his jackknife shining in his hand.

"Quiet! It's Herbert!" I said; and Herbert came bursting in, with the airy freshness of six hundred miles of

"Handel, my dear fellow, how are you, and again how are you, and again how are you? I seem to have been

gone a twelvemonth! Why, so I must have been, for you have grown quite thin and pale! Handel, my

He was stopped in his running on and in his shaking hands with me, by seeing Provis. Provis, regarding him

with a fixed attention, was slowly putting up his jackknife, and groping in another pocket for something

"Herbert, my dear friend," said I, shutting the double doors, while Herbert stood staring and wondering,

"It's all right, dear boy!" said Provis coming forward, with his little clasped black book, and then addressing

himself to Herbert. "Take it in your right hand. Lord strike you dead on the spot, if ever you split in any way

"Do so, as he wishes it," I said to Herbert. So, Herbert, looking at me with a friendly uneasiness and

amazement, complied, and Provis immediately shaking hands with him, said, "Now you're on your oath, you

In vain should I attempt to describe the astonishment and disquiet of Herbert, when he and I and Provis sat

down before the fire, and I recounted the whole of the secret. Enough, that I saw my own feelings reflected in

Herbert's face, and, not least among them, my repugnance towards the man who had done so much for me.

What would alone have set a division between that man and us, if there had been no other dividing

circumstance, was his triumph in my story. Saving his troublesome sense of having been "low' on one

occasion since his return on which point he began to hold forth to Herbert, the moment my revelation was

finished he had no perception of the possibility of my finding any fault with my good fortune. His boast

that he had made me a gentleman, and that he had come to see me support the character on his ample

resources, was made for me quite as much as for himself; and that it was a highly agreeable boast to both of

us, and that we must both be very proud of it, was a conclusion quite established in his own mind.

"Though, look'ee here, Pip's comrade," he said to Herbert, after having discoursed for some time, "I know

very well that once since I come back for half a minute I've been low. I said to Pip, I knowed as I had

been low. But don't you fret yourself on that score. I ain't made Pip a gentleman, and Pip ain't agoing to

make you a gentleman, not fur me not to know what's due to ye both. Dear boy, and Pip's comrade, you two

may count upon me always having a genteel muzzle on. Muzzled I have been since that half a minute when

I was betrayed into lowness, muzzled I am at the present time, muzzled I ever will be."

Herbert said, "Certainly," but looked as if there were no specific consolation in this, and remained perplexed

and dismayed. We were anxious for the time when he would go to his lodging, and leave us together, but he

was evidently jealous of leaving us together, and sat late. It was midnight before I took him round to

Essexstreet, and saw him safely in at his own dark door. When it closed upon him, I experienced the first

Never quite free from an uneasy remembrance of the man on the stairs, I had always looked about me in

taking my guest out after dark, and in bringing him back; and I looked about me now. Difficult as it is in a

large city to avoid the suspicion of being watched, when the mind is conscious of danger in that regard, I

could not persuade myself that any of the people within sight cared about my movements. The few who were

passing, passed on their several ways, and the street was empty when I turned back into the Temple. Nobody

had come out at the gate with us, nobody went in at the gate with me. As I crossed by the fountain, I saw his

lighted back windows looking bright and quiet, and, when I stood for a few moments in the doorway of the

building where I lived, before going up the stairs, Gardencourt was as still and lifeless as the staircase was

Herbert received me with open arms, and I had never felt before, so blessedly, what it is to have a friend.

When he had spoken some sound words of sympathy and encouragement, we sat down to consider the

The chair that Provis had occupied still remaining where it had stood for he had a barrack way with him of

hanging about one spot, in one unsettled manner, and going through one round of observances with his pipe

and his negrohead and his jackknife and his pack of cards, and what not, as if it were all put down for him

on a slate I say, his chair remaining where it had stood, Herbert unconsciously took it, but next moment

started out of it, pushed it away, and took another. He had no occasion to say, after that, that he had

conceived an aversion for my patron, neither had I occasion to confess my own. We interchanged that

"What," said I to Herbert, when he was safe in another chair, "what is to be done?"

"My poor dear Handel," he replied, holding his head, "I am too stunned to think."

"So was I, Herbert, when the blow first fell. Still, something must be done. He is intent upon various new

expenses horses, and carriages, and lavish appearances of all kinds. He must be stopped somehow."

"Yet I am afraid the dreadful truth is, Herbert, that he is attached to me, strongly attached to me. Was there

"Then," said I, "after all, stopping short here, never taking another penny from him, think what I owe him

already! Then again: I am heavily in debt very heavily for me, who have now no expectations and I have

"What am I fit for? I know only one thing that I am fit for, and that is, to go for a soldier. And I might have

gone, my dear Herbert, but for the prospect of taking counsel with your friendship and affection."

Of course I broke down there: and of course Herbert, beyond seizing a warm grip of my hand, pretended not

"Anyhow, my dear Handel," said he presently, "soldiering won't do. If you were to renounce this patronage

and these favours, I suppose you would do so with some faint hope of one day repaying what you have

already had. Not very strong, that hope, if you went soldiering! Besides, it's absurd. You would be infinitely

better in Clarriker's house, small as it is. I am working up towards a partnership, you know."

"But there is another question," said Herbert. "This is an ignorant determined man, who has long had one

fixed idea. More than that, he seems to me (I may misjudge him) to be a man of a desperate and fierce

"I know he is," I returned. "Let me tell you what evidence I have seen of it." And I told him what I had not

"See, then," said Herbert; "think of this! He comes here at the peril of his life, for the realization of his fixed

idea. In the moment of realization, after all his toil and waiting, you cut the ground from under his feet,

destroy his idea, and make his gains worthless to him. Do you see nothing that he might do, under the

"I have seen it, Herbert, and dreamed of it, ever since the fatal night of his arrival. Nothing has been in my

"Then you may rely upon it," said Herbert, "that there would be great danger of his doing it. That is his power

over you as long as he remains in England, and that would be his reckless course if you forsook him."

I was so struck by the horror of this idea, which had weighed upon me from the first, and the working out of

which would make me regard myself, in some sort, as his murderer, that I could not rest in my chair but

began pacing to and fro. I said to Herbert, meanwhile, that even if Provis were recognized and taken, in spite

of himself, I should be wretched as the cause, however innocently. Yes; even though I was so wretched in

having him at large and near me, and even though I would far far rather have worked at the forge all the days

"The first and the main thing to be done," said Herbert, "is to get him out of England. You will have to go

"My good Handel, is it not obvious that with Newgate in the next street, there must be far greater hazard in

your breaking your mind to him and making him reckless, here, than elsewhere. If a pretext to get him away

could be made out of that other convict, or out of anything else in his life, now."

"There, again!" said I, stopping before Herbert, with my open hands held out, as if they contained the

desperation of the case. "I know nothing of his life. It has almost made me mad to sit here of a night and see

him before me, so bound up with my fortunes and misfortunes, and yet so unknown to me, except as the

Herbert got up, and linked his arm in mine, and we slowly walked to and fro together, studying the carpet.

"Handel," said Herbert, stopping, "you feel convinced that you can take no further benefits from him; do

"And you have, and are bound to have, that tenderness for the life he has risked on your account, that you

must save him, if possible, from throwing it away. Then you must get him out of England before you stir a

finger to extricate yourself. That done, extricate yourself, in Heaven's name, and we'll see it out together, dear

It was a comfort to shake hands upon it, and walk up and down again, with only that done.

"Now, Herbert," said I, "with reference to gaining some knowledge of his history. There is but one way that I

"Yes. Ask him," said Herbert, "when we sit at breakfast in the morning." For, he had said, on taking leave of

With this project formed, we went to bed. I had the wildest dreams concerning him, and woke unrefreshed; I

woke, too, to recover the fear which I had lost in the night, of his being found out as a returned transport.

He came round at the appointed time, took out his jackknife, and sat down to his meal. He was full of plans

"for his gentleman's coming out strong, and like a gentleman," and urged me to begin speedily upon the

pocketbook, which he had left in my possession. He considered the chambers and his own lodging as

temporary residences, and advised me to look out at once for a "fashionable crib' near Hyde Park, in which he

could have "a shakedown'. When he had made an end of his breakfast, and was wiping his knife on his leg, I

"After you were gone last night, I told my friend of the struggle that the soldiers found you engaged in on the

"We want to know something about that man and about you. It is strange to know no more about either, and

particularly you, than I was able to tell last night. Is not this as good a time as another for our knowing

"Well!" he said, after consideration. "You're on your oath, you know, Pip's comrade?"

"And look'ee here! Wotever I done, is worked out and paid for," he insisted again.

He took out his black pipe and was going to fill it with negrohead, when, looking at the tangle of tobacco in

his hand, he seemed to think it might perplex the thread of his narrative. He put it back again, stuck his pipe

in a buttonhole of his coat, spread a hand on each knee, and, after turning an angry eye on the fire for a few

"Dear boy and Pip's comrade. I am not agoing fur to tell you my life, like a song or a storybook. But to

give it you short and handy, I'll put it at once into a mouthful of English. In jail and out of jail, in jail and out

of jail, in jail and out of jail. There, you got it. That's my life pretty much, down to such times as I got

"I've been done everything to, pretty well except hanged. I've been locked up, as much as a silver

teakettle. I've been carted here and carted there, and put out of this town and put out of that town, and stuck

in the stocks, and whipped and worried and drove. I've no more notion where I was born, than you have if

so much. I first become aware of myself, down in Essex, a thieving turnips for my living. Summun had run

away from me a man a tinker and he'd took the fire with him, and left me wery cold.

"I know'd my name to be Magwitch, chrisen'd Abel. How did I know it? Much as I know'd the birds' names

in the hedges to be chaffinch, sparrer, thrush. I might have thought it was all lies together, only as the birds'

"So fur as I could find, there warn't a soul that see young Abel Magwitch, with us little on him as in him, but

wot caught fright at him, and either drove him off, or took him up. I was took up, took up, took up, to that

"This is the way it was, that when I was a ragged little creetur as much to be pitied as ever I see (not that I

looked in the glass, for there warn't many insides of furnished houses known to me), I got the name of being

hardened. "This is a terrible hardened one," they says to prison wisitors, picking out me. "May be said to live

in jails, this boy. "Then they looked at me, and I looked at them, and they measured my head, some on 'em

they had better ameasured my stomach and others on 'em giv me tracts what I couldn't read, and made me

speeches what I couldn't understand. They always went on agen me about the Devil. But what the Devil was I

to do? I must put something into my stomach, mustn't I? Howsomever, I'm a getting low, and I know what's

"Tramping, begging, thieving, working sometimes when I could though that warn't as often as you may

think, till you put the question whether you would ha' been overready to give me work yourselves a bit of

a poacher, a bit of a labourer, a bit of a waggoner, a bit of a haymaker, a bit of a hawker, a bit of most things

that don't pay and lead to trouble, I got to be a man. A deserting soldier in a Traveller's Rest, what lay hid up

to the chin under a lot of taturs, learnt me to read; and a travelling Giant what signed his name at a penny a

time learnt me to write. I warn't locked up as often now as formerly, but I wore out my good share of

"At Epsom races, a matter of over twenty years ago, I got acquainted wi' a man whose skull I'd crack wi' this

poker, like the claw of a lobster, if I'd got it on this hob. His right name was Compeyson; and that's the man,

dear boy, what you see me apounding in the ditch, according to what you truly told your comrade arter I

"He set up fur a gentleman, this Compeyson, and he'd been to a public boardingschool and had learning. He

was a smooth one to talk, and was a dab at the ways of gentlefolks. He was goodlooking too. It was the

night afore the great race, when I found him on the heath, in a booth that I know'd on. Him and some more

was a sitting among the tables when I went in, and the landlord (which had a knowledge of me, and was a

sporting one) called him out, and said, 'I think this is a man that might suit you' meaning I was.

"Compeyson, he looks at me very noticing, and I look at him. He has a watch and a chain and a ring and a

"'Yes, master, and I've never been in it much.' (I had come out of Kingston Jail last on a vagrancy committal.

"Compeyson laughed, looked at me again very noticing, giv me five shillings, and appointed me for next

"I went to Compeyson next night, same place, and Compeyson took me on to be his man and pardner. And

what was Compeyson's business in which we was to go pardners? Compeyson's business was the swindling,

handwriting forging, stolen banknote passing, and suchlike. All sorts of traps as Compeyson could set with

his head, and keep his own legs out of and get the profits from and let another man in for, was Compeyson's

business. He'd no more heart than a iron file, he was as cold as death, and he had the head of the Devil afore

"There was another in with Compeyson, as was called Arthur not as being so chrisen'd, but as a surname.

He was in a Decline, and was a shadow to look at. Him and Compeyson had been in a bad thing with a rich

lady some years afore, and they'd made a pot of money by it; but Compeyson betted and gamed, and he'd

have run through the king's taxes. So, Arthur was adying, and adying poor and with the horrors on him,

and Compeyson's wife (which Compeyson kicked mostly) was ahaving pity on him when she could, and

"I might atook warning by Arthur, but I didn't; and I won't pretend I was partick'ler for where 'ud be the

good on it, dear boy and comrade? So I begun wi' Compeyson, and a poor tool I was in his hands. Arthur

lived at the top of Compeyson's house (over nigh Brentford it was), and Compeyson kept a careful account

agen him for board and lodging, in case he should ever get better to work it out. But Arthur soon settled the

account. The second or third time as ever I see him, he come atearing down into Compeyson's parlour late at

night, in only a flannel gown, with his hair all in a sweat, and he says to Compeyson's wife, 'Sally, she really

is upstairs alonger me, now, and I can't get rid of her. She's all in white,' he says, 'wi' white flowers in her

hair, and she's awful mad, and she's got a shroud hanging over her arm, and she says she'll put it on me at five

"Says Compeyson: 'Why, you fool, don't you know she's got a living body? And how should she be up there,

"'I don't know how she's there,' says Arthur, shivering dreadful with the horrors, 'but she's standing in the

corner at the foot of the bed, awful mad. And over where her heart's brook you broke it! there's drops of

"Compeyson spoke hardy, but he was always a coward. 'Go up alonger this drivelling sick man,' he says to

his wife, 'and Magwitch, lend her a hand, will you?' But he never come nigh himself.

"Compeyson's wife and me took him up to bed agen, and he raved most dreadful. 'Why look at her!' he cries

out. 'She's ashaking the shroud at me! Don't you see her? Look at her eyes! Ain't it awful to see her so mad?'

Next, he cries, 'She'll put it on me, and then I'm done for! Take it away from her, take it away!' And then he

catched hold of us, and kep on atalking to her, and answering of her, till I half believed I see her myself.

"Compeyson's wife, being used to him, giv him some liquor to get the horrors off, and byandby he quieted.

'Oh, she's gone! Has her keeper been for her?' he says. 'Yes,' says Compeyson's wife. 'Did you tell him to lock

her and bar her in?' 'Yes.' 'And to take that ugly thing away from her?' 'Yes, yes, all right.' 'You're a good

"He rested pretty quiet till it might want a few minutes of five, and then he starts up with a scream, and

screams out, 'Here she is! She's got the shroud again. She's unfolding it. She's coming out of the corner. She's

coming to the bed. Hold me, both on you one of each side don't let her touch me with it. Hah! she missed

me that time. Don't let her throw it over my shoulders. Don't let her lift me up to get it round me. She's lifting

"Compeyson took it easy as a good riddance for both sides. Him and me was soon busy, and first he swore

me (being ever artful) on my own book this here little black book, dear boy, what I swore your comrade on.

"Not to go into the things that Compeyson planned, and I done which 'ud take a week I'll simply say to

you, dear boy, and Pip's comrade, that that man got me into such nets as made me his black slave. I was

always in debt to him, always under his thumb, always aworking, always agetting into danger. He was

younger than me, but he'd got craft, and he'd got learning, and he overmatched me five hundred times told

and no mercy. My Missis as I had the hard time wi' Stop though! I ain't brought her in"

He looked about him in a confused way, as if he had lost his place in the book of his remembrance; and he

turned his face to the fire, and spread his hands broader on his knees, and lifted them off and put them on

"There ain't no need to go into it," he said, looking round once more. "The time wi' Compeyson was a'most as

hard a time as ever I had; that said, all's said. Did I tell you as I was tried, alone, for misdemeanour, while

"Well!" he said, "I was, and got convicted. As to took up on suspicion, that was twice or three times in the

four or five year that it lasted; but evidence was wanting. At last, me and Compeyson was both committed for

felony on a charge of putting stolen notes in circulation and there was other charges behind. Compeyson

says to me, 'Separate defences, no communication,' and that was all. And I was so miserable poor, that I sold

"When we was put in the dock, I noticed first of all what a gentleman Compeyson looked, wi' his curly hair

and his black clothes and his white pockethandkercher, and what a common sort of a wretch I looked. When

the prosecution opened and the evidence was put short, aforehand, I noticed how heavy it all bore on me, and

how light on him. When the evidence was giv in the box, I noticed how it was always me that had come

for'ard, and could be swore to, how it was always me that the money had been paid to, how it was always me

that had seemed to work the thing and get the profit. But, when the defence come on, then I see the plan

plainer; for, says the counsellor for Compeyson, 'My lord and gentlemen, here you has afore you, side by

side, two persons as your eyes can separate wide; one, the younger, well brought up, who will be spoke to as

such; one, the elder, ill brought up, who will be spoke to as such; one, the younger, seldom if ever seen in

these here transactions, and only suspected; t'other, the elder, always seen in 'em and always wi'his guilt

brought home. Can you doubt, if there is but one in it, which is the one, and, if there is two in it, which is

much the worst one?' And suchlike. And when it come to character, warn't it Compeyson as had been to the

school, and warn't it his schoolfellows as was in this position and in that, and warn't it him as had been

know'd by witnesses in such clubs and societies, and nowt to his disadvantage? And warn't it me as had been

tried afore, and as had been know'd up hill and down dale in Bridewells and LockUps? And when it come to

speechmaking, warn't it Compeyson as could speak to 'em wi' his face dropping every now and then into his

white pockethandkercher ah! and wi' verses in his speech, too and warn't it me as could only say,

'Gentlemen, this man at my side is a most precious rascal'? And when the verdict come, warn't it Compeyson

as was recommended to mercy on account of good character and bad company, and giving up all the

information he could agen me, and warn't it me as got never a word but Guilty? And when I says to

Compeyson, 'Once out of this court, I'll smash that face of yourn!' ain't it Compeyson as prays the Judge to be

protected, and gets two turnkeys stood betwixt us? And when we're sentenced, ain't it him as gets seven year,

and me fourteen, and ain't it him as the Judge is sorry for, because he might a done so well, and ain't it me as

the Judge perceives to be a old offender of wiolent passion, likely to come to worse?"

He had worked himself into a state of great excitement, but he checked it, took two or three short breaths,

swallowed as often, and stretching out his hand towards me said, in a reassuring manner, "I ain't agoing to

He had so heated himself that he took out his handkerchief and wiped his face and head and neck and hands,

"I had said to Compeyson that I'd smash that face of his, and I swore Lord smash mine! to do it. We was in

the same prisonship, but I couldn't get at him for long, though I tried. At last I come behind him and hit him

on the cheek to turn him round and get a smashing one at him, when I was seen and seized. The blackhole

of that ship warn't a strong one, to a judge of blackholes that could swim and dive. I escaped to the shore,

and I was a hiding among the graves there, envying them as was in 'em and all over, when I first see my

He regarded me with a look of affection that made him almost abhorrent to me again, though I had felt great

"By my boy, I was giv to understand as Compeyson was out on them marshes too. Upon my soul, I half

believe he escaped in his terror, to get quit of me, not knowing it was me as had got ashore. I hunted him

down. I smashed his face. 'And now,' says I 'as the worst thing I can do, caring nothing for myself, I'll drag

you back.' And I'd have swum off, towing him by the hair, if it had come to that, and I'd a got him aboard

"Of course he'd much the best of it to the last his character was so good. He had escaped when he was made

halfwild by me and my murderous intentions; and his punishment was light. I was put in irons, brought to

trial again, and sent for life. I didn't stop for life, dear boy and Pip's comrade, being here."

"He wiped himself again, as he had done before, and then slowly took his tangle of tobacco from his pocket,

and plucked his pipe from his buttonhole, and slowly filled it, and began to smoke.

"He hopes I am, if he's alive, you may be sure," with a fierce look. "I never heerd no more of him."

Herbert had been writing with his pencil in the cover of a book. He softly pushed the book over to me, as

"Young Havisham's name was Arthur. Compeyson is the man who professed to be Miss Havisham's lover."

I shut the book and nodded slightly to Herbert, and put the book by; but we neither of us said anything, and

Why should I pause to ask how much of my shrinking from Provis might be traced to Estella? Why should I

loiter on my road, to compare the state of mind in which I had tried to rid myself of the stain of the prison

before meeting her at the coachoffice, with the state of mind in which I now reflected on the abyss between

Estella in her pride and beauty, and the returned transport whom I harboured? The road would be none the

smoother for it, the end would be none the better for it, he would not be helped, nor I extenuated.

A new fear had been engendered in my mind by his narrative; or rather, his narrative had given form and

purpose to the fear that was already there. If Compeyson were alive and should discover his return, I could

hardly doubt the consequence. That, Compeyson stood in mortal fear of him, neither of the two could know

much better than I; and that, any such man as that man had been described to be, would hesitate to release

himself for good from a dreaded enemy by the safe means of becoming an informer, was scarcely to be

Never had I breathed, and never would I breathe or so I resolved a word of Estella to Provis. But, I said to

Herbert that before I could go abroad, I must see both Estella and Miss Havisham. This was when we were

left alone on the night of the day when Provis told us his story. I resolved to go out to Richmond next day,

On my presenting myself at Mrs. Brandley's, Estella's maid was called to tell that Estella had gone into the

country. Where? To Satis House, as usual. Not as usual, I said, for she had never yet gone there without me;

when was she coming back? There was an air of reservation in the answer which increased my perplexity,

and the answer was, that her maid believed she was only coming back at all for a little while. I could make

nothing of this, except that it was meant that I should make nothing of it, and I went home again in complete

Another nightconsultation with Herbert after Provis was gone home (I always took him home, and always

looked well about me), led us to the conclusion that nothing should be said about going abroad until I came

back from Miss Havisham's. In the meantime, Herbert and I were to consider separately what it would be best

to say; whether we should devise any pretence of being afraid that he was under suspicious observation; or

whether I, who had never yet been abroad, should propose an expedition. We both knew that I had but to

propose anything, and he would consent. We agreed that his remaining many days in his present hazard was

Next day, I had the meanness to feign that I was under a binding promise to go down to Joe; but I was

capable of almost any meanness towards Joe or his name. Provis was to be strictly careful while I was gone,

and Herbert was to take the charge of him that I had taken. I was to be absent only one night, and, on my

return, the gratification of his impatience for my starting as a gentleman on a greater scale, was to be begun.

It occurred to me then, and as I afterwards found to Herbert also, that he might be best got away across the

Having thus cleared the way for my expedition to Miss Havisham's, I set off by the early morning coach

before it was yet light, and was out on the open countryroad when the day came creeping on, halting and

whimpering and shivering, and wrapped in patches of cloud and rags of mist, like a beggar. When we drove

up to the Blue Boar after a drizzly ride, whom should I see come out under the gateway, toothpick in hand, to

As he pretended not to see me, I pretended not to see him. It was a very lame pretence on both sides; the

lamer, because we both went into the coffeeroom, where he had just finished his breakfast, and where I

ordered mine. It was poisonous to me to see him in the town, for I very well knew why he had come there.

Pretending to read a smeary newspaper long out of date, which had nothing half so legible in its local news,

as the foreign matter of coffee, pickles, fishsauces, gravy, melted butter, and wine, with which it was

sprinkled all over, as if it had taken the measles in a highly irregular form, I sat at my table while he stood

before the fire. By degrees it became an enormous injury to me that he stood before the fire, and I got up,

determined to have my share of it. I had to put my hand behind his legs for the poker when I went up to the

"Oh!" said I, poker in hand; "it's you, is it? How do you do? I was wondering who it was, who kept the fire

With that, I poked tremendously, and having done so, planted myself side by side with Mr. Drummle, my

"You have just come down?" said Mr. Drummle, edging me a little away with his shoulder.

Here Mr. Drummle looked at his boots, and I looked at mine, and then Mr. Drummle looked at my boots, and

"Have you been here long?" I asked, determined not to yield an inch of the fire.

"Long enough to be tired of it," returned Drummle, pretending to yawn, but equally determined.

I felt here, through a tingling in my blood, that if Mr. Drummle's shoulder had claimed another hair's breadth

of room, I should have jerked him into the window; equally, that if my own shoulder had urged a similar

claim, Mr. Drummle would have jerked me into the nearest box. He whistled a little. So did I.

Mr. Drummle looked at me, and then at my boots, and then said, "Oh!" and laughed.

"No," said he, "not particularly. I am going out for a ride in the saddle. I mean to explore those marshes for

amusement. Outoftheway villages there, they tell me. Curious little publichouses and smithies and

Then, Drummle glanced at me, with an insolent triumph on his greatjowled face that cut me to the heart,

dull as he was, and so exasperated me, that I felt inclined to take him in my arms (as the robber in the

One thing was manifest to both of us, and that was, that until relief came, neither of us could relinquish the

fire. There we stood, well squared up before it, shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot, with our hands behind

us, not budging an inch. The horse was visible outside in the drizzle at the door, my breakfast was put on the

table, Drummle's was cleared away, the waiter invited me to begin, I nodded, we both stood our ground.

"Come, come! They let you off easily enough," sneered Drummle. "You shouldn't have lost your temper."

"Mr. Drummle," said I, "you are not competent to give advice on that subject. When I lose my temper (not

After glancing at him once or twice, in an increased state of smouldering ferocity, I said:

"Mr. Drummle, I did not seek this conversation, and I don't think it an agreeable one."

"I am sure it's not," said he, superciliously over his shoulder; "I don't think anything about it."

"And therefore," I went on, "with your leave, I will suggest that we hold no kind of communication in

"Quite my opinion," said Drummle, "and what I should have suggested myself, or done more likely

without suggesting. But don't lose your temper. Haven't you lost enough without that?"

"Look here, you sir. You quite understand that the young lady don't ride today, and that I dine at the young

When the waiter had felt my fast cooling teapot with the palm of his hand, and had looked imploringly at

me, and had gone out, Drummle, careful not to move the shoulder next me, took a cigar from his pocket and

bit the end off, but showed no sign of stirring. Choking and boiling as I was, I felt that we could not go a

word further, without introducing Estella's name, which I could not endure to hear him utter; and therefore I

looked stonily at the opposite wall, as if there were no one present, and forced myself to silence. How long

we might have remained in this ridiculous position it is impossible to say, but for the incursion of three

thriving farmers led on by the waiter, I think who came into the coffeeroom unbuttoning their

greatcoats and rubbing their hands, and before whom, as they charged at the fire, we were obliged to give

I saw him through the window, seizing his horse's mane, and mounting in his blundering brutal manner, and

sidling and backing away. I thought he was gone, when he came back, calling for a light for the cigar in his

mouth, which he had forgotten. A man in a dustcoloured dress appeared with what was wanted I could not

have said from where: whether from the inn yard, or the street, or where not and as Drummle leaned down

from the saddle and lighted his cigar and laughed, with a jerk of his head towards the coffeeroom windows,

the slouching shoulders and ragged hair of this man, whose back was towards me, reminded me of Orlick.

Too heavily out of sorts to care much at the time whether it were he or no, or after all to touch the breakfast, I

washed the weather and the journey from my face and hands, and went out to the memorable old house that it

would have been so much the better for me never to have entered, never to have seen.

In the room where the dressingtable stood, and where the wax candles burnt on the wall, I found Miss

Havisham and Estella; Miss Havisham seated on a settee near the fire, and Estella on a cushion at her feet.

Estella was knitting, and Miss Havisham was looking on. They both raised their eyes as I went in, and both

Though she looked steadily at me, I saw that she was rather confused. Estella, pausing a moment in her

knitting with her eyes upon me, and then going on, I fancied that I read in the action of her fingers, as plainly

as if she had told me in the dumb alphabet, that she perceived I had discovered my real benefactor.

"Miss Havisham," said I, "I went to Richmond yesterday, to speak to Estella; and finding that some wind had

Miss Havisham motioning to me for the third or fourth time to sit down, I took the chair by the

dressingtable, which I had often seen her occupy. With all that ruin at my feet and about me, it seemed a

"What I had to say to Estella, Miss Havisham, I will say before you, presently in a few moments. It will not

surprise you, it will not displease you. I am as unhappy as you can ever have meant me to be."

Miss Havisham continued to look steadily at me. I could see in the action of Estella's fingers as they worked,

"I have found out who my patron is. It is not a fortunate discovery, and is not likely ever to enrich me in

reputation, station, fortune, anything. There are reasons why I must say no more of that. It is not my secret,

As I was silent for a while, looking at Estella and considering how to go on, Miss Havisham repeated, "It is

"When you first caused me to be brought here, Miss Havisham; when I belonged to the village over yonder,

that I wish I had never left; I suppose I did really come here, as any other chance boy might have come as a

"Mr. Jaggers," said Miss Havisham, taking me up in a firm tone, "had nothing to do with it, and knew nothing

of it. His being my lawyer, and his being the lawyer of your patron, is a coincidence. He holds the same

relation towards numbers of people, and it might easily arise. Be that as it may, it did arise, and was not

Any one might have seen in her haggard face that there was no suppression or evasion so far.

"But when I fell into the mistake I have so long remained in, at least you led me on?" said I.

"Who am I," cried Miss Havisham, striking her stick upon the floor and flashing into wrath so suddenly that

Estella glanced up at her in surprise, "who am I, for God's sake, that I should be kind?"

It was a weak complaint to have made, and I had not meant to make it. I told her so, as she sat brooding after

"I was liberally paid for my old attendance here," I said, to soothe her, "in being apprenticed, and I have

asked these questions only for my own information. What follows has another (and I hope more disinterested)

purpose. In humouring my mistake, Miss Havisham, you punished practised on perhaps you will supply

whatever term expresses your intention, without offence your selfseeking relations?"

"I did. Why, they would have it so! So would you. What has been my history, that I should be at the pains of

entreating either them, or you, not to have it so! You made your own snares. I never made them."

Waiting until she was quiet again for this, too, flashed out of her in a wild and sudden way I went on.

"I have been thrown among one family of your relations, Miss Havisham, and have been constantly among

them since I went to London. I know them to have been as honestly under my delusion as I myself. And I

should be false and base if I did not tell you, whether it is acceptable to you or no, and whether you are

inclined to give credence to it or no, that you deeply wrong both Mr. Matthew Pocket and his son Herbert, if

you suppose them to be otherwise than generous, upright, open, and incapable of anything designing or

"They made themselves my friends," said I, "when they supposed me to have superseded them; and when

Sarah Pocket, Miss Georgiana, and Mistress Camilla, were not my friends, I think."

This contrasting of them with the rest seemed, I was glad to see, to do them good with her. She looked at me

"Only," said I, "that you would not confound them with the others. They may be of the same blood, but,

"I am not so cunning, you see," I said, in answer, conscious that I reddened a little, "as that I could hide from

you, even if I desired, that I do want something. Miss Havisham, if you would spare the money to do my

friend Herbert a lasting service in life, but which from the nature of the case must be done without his

"Why must it be done without his knowledge?" she asked, settling her hands upon her stick, that she might

"Because," said I, "I began the service myself, more than two years ago, without his knowledge, and I don't

want to be betrayed. Why I fail in my ability to finish it, I cannot explain. It is a part of the secret which is

She gradually withdrew her eyes from me, and turned them on the fire. After watching it for what appeared in

the silence and by the light of the slowly wasting candles to be a long time, she was roused by the collapse of

some of the red coals, and looked towards me again at first, vacantly then, with a gradually concentrating

attention. All this time, Estella knitted on. When Miss Havisham had fixed her attention on me, she said,

"Estella," said I, turning to her now, and trying to command my trembling voice, "you know I love you. You

She raised her eyes to my face, on being thus addressed, and her fingers plied their work, and she looked at

me with an unmoved countenance. I saw that Miss Havisham glanced from me to her, and from her to me.

"I should have said this sooner, but for my long mistake. It induced me to hope that Miss Havisham meant us

for one another. While I thought you could not help yourself, as it were, I refrained from saying it. But I must

Preserving her unmoved countenance, and with her fingers still going, Estella shook her head.

"I know," said I, in answer to that action; "I know. I have no hope that I shall ever call you mine, Estella. I am

ignorant what may become of me very soon, how poor I may be, or where I may go. Still, I love you. I have

Looking at me perfectly unmoved and with her fingers busy, she shook her head again.

"It would have been cruel in Miss Havisham, horribly cruel, to practise on the susceptibility of a poor boy,

and to torture me through all these years with a vain hope and an idle pursuit, if she had reflected on the

gravity of what she did. But I think she did not. I think that in the endurance of her own trial, she forgot mine,

I saw Miss Havisham put her hand to her heart and hold it there, as she sat looking by turns at Estella and at

"It seems," said Estella, very calmly, "that there are sentiments, fancies I don't know how to call them

which I am not able to comprehend. When you say you love me, I know what you mean, as a form of words;

but nothing more. You address nothing in my breast, you touch nothing there. I don't care for what you say at

"Yes. But you would not be warned, for you thought I did not mean it. Now, did you not think so?"

"I thought and hoped you could not mean it. You, so young, untried, and beautiful, Estella! Surely it is not in

"It is in my nature," she returned. And then she added, with a stress upon the words, "It is in the nature

formed within me. I make a great difference between you and all other people when I say so much. I can do

"Is it not true," said I, "that Bentley Drummle is in town here, and pursuing you?"

"It is quite true," she replied, referring to him with the indifference of utter contempt.

"That you encourage him, and ride out with him, and that he dines with you this very day?"

She seemed a little surprised that I should know it, but again replied, "Quite true."

Her fingers stopped for the first time, as she retorted rather angrily, "What have I told you? Do you still think,

She looked towards Miss Havisham, and considered for a moment with her work in her hands. Then she said,

I dropped my face into my hands, but was able to control myself better than I could have expected,

considering what agony it gave me to hear her say those words. When I raised my face again, there was such

a ghastly look upon Miss Havisham's, that it impressed me, even in my passionate hurry and grief.

"Estella, dearest dearest Estella, do not let Miss Havisham lead you into this fatal step. Put me aside for ever

you have done so, I well know but bestow yourself on some worthier person than Drummle. Miss

Havisham gives you to him, as the greatest slight and injury that could be done to the many far better men

who admire you, and to the few who truly love you. Among those few, there may be one who loves you even

as dearly, though he has not loved you as long, as I. Take him, and I can bear it better, for your sake!"

My earnestness awoke a wonder in her that seemed as if it would have been touched with compassion, if she

"I am going," she said again, in a gentler voice, "to be married to him. The preparations for my marriage are

making, and I shall be married soon. Why do you injuriously introduce the name of my mother by adoption?

"On whom should I fling myself away?" she retorted, with a smile. "Should I fling myself away upon the

man who would the soonest feel (if people do feel such things) that I took nothing to him? There! It is done. I

shall do well enough, and so will my husband. As to leading me into what you call this fatal step, Miss

Havisham would have had me wait, and not marry yet; but I am tired of the life I have led, which has very

few charms for me, and I am willing enough to change it. Say no more. We shall never understand each

"Don't be afraid of my being a blessing to him," said Estella; "I shall not be that. Come! Here is my hand. Do

"O Estella!" I answered, as my bitter tears fell fast on her hand, do what I would to restrain them; "even if I

remained in England and could hold my head up with the rest, how could I see you Drummle's wife?"

"Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever

read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have

been in every prospect I have ever seen since on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the

clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the

embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the

strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands,

than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour

of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.

But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for

you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless

In what ecstasy of unhappiness I got these broken words out of myself, I don't know. The rhapsody welled up

within me, like blood from an inward wound, and gushed out. I held her hand to my lips some lingering

moments, and so I left her. But ever afterwards, I remembered and soon afterwards with stronger reason

that while Estella looked at me merely with incredulous wonder, the spectral figure of Miss Havisham, her

hand still covering her heart, seemed all resolved into a ghastly stare of pity and remorse.

All done, all gone! So much was done and gone, that when I went out at the gate, the light of the day seemed

of a darker colour than when I went in. For a while, I hid myself among some lanes and bypaths, and then

struck off to walk all the way to London. For, I had by that time come to myself so far, as to consider that I

could not go back to the inn and see Drummle there; that I could not bear to sit upon the coach and be spoken

It was past midnight when I crossed London Bridge. Pursuing the narrow intricacies of the streets which at

that time tended westward near the Middlesex shore of the river, my readiest access to the Temple was close

by the riverside, through Whitefriars. I was not expected till tomorrow, but I had my keys, and, if Herbert

As it seldom happened that I came in at that Whitefriars gate after the Temple was closed, and as I was very

muddy and weary, I did not take it ill that the nightporter examined me with much attention as he held the

gate a little way open for me to pass in. To help his memory I mentioned my name.

"I was not quite sure, sir, but I thought so. Here's a note, sir. The messenger that brought it, said would you be

Much surprised by the request, I took the note. It was directed to Philip Pip, Esquire, and on the top of the

superscription were the words, "PLEASE READ THIS, HERE." I opened it, the watchman holding up his

Turning from the Temple gate as soon as I had read the warning, I made the best of my way to Fleetstreet,

and there got a late hackney chariot and drove to the Hummums in Covent Garden. In those times a bed was

always to be got there at any hour of the night, and the chamberlain, letting me in at his ready wicket, lighted

the candle next in order on his shelf, and showed me straight into the bedroom next in order on his list. It was

a sort of vault on the ground floor at the back, with a despotic monster of a fourpost bedstead in it,

straddling over the whole place, putting one of his arbitrary legs into the fireplace and another into the

doorway, and squeezing the wretched little washingstand in quite a Divinely Righteous manner.

As I had asked for a nightlight, the chamberlain had brought me in, before he left me, the good old

constitutional rushlight of those virtuous days an object like the ghost of a walkingcane, which instantly

broke its back if it were touched, which nothing could ever be lighted at, and which was placed in solitary

confinement at the bottom of a high tin tower, perforated with round holes that made a staringly wideawake

pattern on the walls. When I had got into bed, and lay there footsore, weary, and wretched, I found that I

could no more close my own eyes than I could close the eyes of this foolish Argus. And thus, in the gloom

What a doleful night! How anxious, how dismal, how long! There was an inhospitable smell in the room, of

cold soot and hot dust; and, as I looked up into the corners of the tester over my head, I thought what a

number of bluebottle flies from the butchers', and earwigs from the market, and grubs from the country,

must be holding on up there, lying by for next summer. This led me to speculate whether any of them ever

tumbled down, and then I fancied that I felt light falls on my face a disagreeable turn of thought, suggesting

other and more objectionable approaches up my back. When I had lain awake a little while, those

extraordinary voices with which silence teems, began to make themselves audible. The closet whispered, the

fireplace sighed, the little washingstand ticked, and one guitarstring played occasionally in the chest of

drawers. At about the same time, the eyes on the wall acquired a new expression, and in every one of those

Whatever nightfancies and nightnoises crowded on me, they never warded off this DON'T GO HOME. It

plaited itself into whatever I thought of, as a bodily pain would have done. Not long before, I had read in the

newspapers, how a gentleman unknown had come to the Hummums in the night, and had gone to bed, and

had destroyed himself, and had been found in the morning weltering in blood. It came into my head that he

must have occupied this very vault of mine, and I got out of bed to assure myself that there were no red marks

about; then opened the door to look out into the passages, and cheer myself with the companionship of a

distant light, near which I knew the chamberlain to be dozing. But all this time, why I was not to go home,

and what had happened at home, and when I should go home, and whether Provis was safe at home, were

questions occupying my mind so busily, that one might have supposed there could be no more room in it for

any other theme. Even when I thought of Estella, and how we had parted that day for ever, and when I

recalled all the circumstances of our parting, and all her looks and tones, and the action of her fingers while

she knitted even then I was pursuing, here and there and everywhere, the caution Don't go home. When at

last I dozed, in sheer exhaustion of mind and body, it became a vast shadowy verb which I had to conjugate.

Imperative mood, present tense: Do not thou go home, let him not go home, let us not go home, do not ye or

you go home, let not them go home. Then, potentially: I may not and I cannot go home; and I might not,

could not, would not, and should not go home; until I felt that I was going distracted, and rolled over on the

I had left directions that I was to be called at seven; for it was plain that I must see Wemmick before seeing

any one else, and equally plain that this was a case in which his Walworth sentiments, only, could be taken. It

was a relief to get out of the room where the night had been so miserable, and I needed no second knocking at

The Castle battlements arose upon my view at eight o'clock. The little servant happening to be entering the

fortress with two hot rolls, I passed through the postern and crossed the drawbridge, in her company, and so

came without announcement into the presence of Wemmick as he was making tea for himself and the Aged.

"That's all right," said he, rubbing his hands. "I left a note for you at each of the Temple gates, on the chance.

"I'll go round to the others in the course of the day and destroy the notes," said Wemmick; "it's a good rule

never to leave documentary evidence if you can help it, because you don't know when it may be put in. I'm

going to take a liberty with you. Would you mind toasting this sausage for the Aged P.?"

"Then you can go about your work, Mary Anne," said Wemmick to the little servant; "which leaves us to

I thanked him for his friendship and caution, and our discourse proceeded in a low tone, while I toasted the

"Now, Mr. Pip, you know," said Wemmick, "you and I understand one another. We are in our private and

personal capacities, and we have been engaged in a confidential transaction before today. Official sentiments

I cordially assented. I was so very nervous, that I had already lighted the Aged's sausage like a torch, and

"I accidentally heard, yesterday morning," said Wemmick, "being in a certain place where I once took you

"I heard there by chance, yesterday morning," said Wemmick, "that a certain person not altogether of

uncolonial pursuits, and not unpossessed of portable property I don't know who it may really be we won't

" had made some little stir in a certain part of the world where a good many people go, not always in

gratification of their own inclinations, and not quite irrespective of the government expense"

In watching his face, I made quite a firework of the Aged's sausage, and greatly discomposed both my own

" by disappearing from such place, and being no more heard of thereabouts. From which," said Wemmick,

"conjectures had been raised and theories formed. I also heard that you at your chambers in Garden Court,

"I wouldn't go into that," said Wemmick, evasively, "it might clash with official responsibilities. I heard it, as

I have in my time heard other curious things in the same place. I don't tell it you on information received. I

He took the toastingfork and sausage from me as he spoke, and set forth the Aged's breakfast neatly on a

little tray. Previous to placing it before him, he went into the Aged's room with a clean white cloth, and tied

the same under the old gentleman's chin, and propped him up, and put his nightcap on one side, and gave him

quite a rakish air. Then, he placed his breakfast before him with great care, and said, "All right, ain't you,

Aged P.?" To which the cheerful Aged replied, "All right, John, my boy, all right!" As there seemed to be a

tacit understanding that the Aged was not in a presentable state, and was therefore to be considered invisible,

"This watching of me at my chambers (which I have once had reason to suspect)," I said to Wemmick when

he came back, "is inseparable from the person to whom you have adverted; is it?"

Wemmick looked very serious. "I couldn't undertake to say that, of my own knowledge. I mean, I couldn't

undertake to say it was at first. But it either is, or it will be, or it's in great danger of being."

As I saw that he was restrained by fealty to Little Britain from saying as much as he could, and as I knew

with thankfulness to him how far out of his way he went to say what he did, I could not press him. But I told

him, after a little meditation over the fire, that I would like to ask him a question, subject to his answering or

not answering, as he deemed right, and sure that his course would be right. He paused in his breakfast, and

crossing his arms, and pinching his shirtsleeves (his notion of indoor comfort was to sit without any coat),

He gave me one other nod, compressed the postoffice exceedingly, gave me one last nod, and went on with

"Now," said Wemmick, "questioning being over;" which he emphasized and repeated for my guidance; "I

come to what I did, after hearing what I heard. I went to Garden Court to find you; not finding you, I went to

"And him I found. Without mentioning any names or going into any details, I gave him to understand that if

he was aware of anybody Tom, Jack, or Richard being about the chambers, or about the immediate

neighbourhood, he had better get Tom, Jack, or Richard, out of the way while you were out of the way."

"He was puzzled what to do; not the less, because I gave him my opinion that it was not safe to try to get

Tom, Jack, or Richard, too far out of the way at present. Mr. Pip, I'll tell you something. Under existing

circumstances there is no place like a great city when you are once in it. Don't break cover too soon. Lie

close. Wait till things slacken, before you try the open, even for foreign air."

"Mr. Herbert," said Wemmick, "after being all of a heap for half an hour, struck out a plan. He mentioned to

me as a secret, that he is courting a young lady who has, as no doubt you are aware, a bedridden Pa. Which

Pa, having been in the Purser line of life, lies abed in a bowwindow where he can see the ships sail up and

The truth was, that she had objected to me as an expensive companion who did Herbert no good, and that,

when Herbert had first proposed to present me to her, she had received the proposal with such very moderate

warmth, that Herbert had felt himself obliged to confide the state of the case to me, with a view to the lapse

of a little time before I made her acquaintance. When I had begun to advance Herbert's prospects by Stealth, I

had been able to bear this with cheerful philosophy; he and his affianced, for their part, had naturally not been

very anxious to introduce a third person into their interviews; and thus, although I was assured that I had risen

in Clara's esteem, and although the young lady and I had long regularly interchanged messages and

remembrances by Herbert, I had never seen her. However, I did not trouble Wemmick with these particulars.

"The house with the bowwindow," said Wemmick, "being by the riverside, down the Pool there between

Limehouse and Greenwich, and being kept, it seems, by a very respectable widow who has a furnished upper

floor to let, Mr. Herbert put it to me, what did I think of that as a temporary tenement for Tom, Jack, or

Richard? Now, I thought very well of it, for three reasons I'll give you. That is to say. Firstly. It's altogether

out of all your beats, and is well away from the usual heap of streets great and small. Secondly. Without

going near it yourself, you could always hear of the safety of Tom, Jack, or Richard, through Mr. Herbert.

Thirdly. After a while and when it might be prudent, if you should want to slip Tom, Jack, or Richard, on

Much comforted by these considerations, I thanked Wemmick again and again, and begged him to proceed.

"Well, sir! Mr. Herbert threw himself into the business with a will, and by nine o'clock last night he housed

Tom, Jack, or Richard whichever it may be you and I don't want to know quite successfully. At the old

lodgings it was understood that he was summoned to Dover, and in fact he was taken down the Dover road

and cornered out of it. Now, another great advantage of all this, is, that it was done without you, and when, if

any one was concerning himself about your movements, you must be known to be ever so many miles off and

quite otherwise engaged. This diverts suspicion and confuses it; and for the same reason I recommended that

even if you came back last night, you should not go home. It brings in more confusion, and you want

Wemmick, having finished his breakfast, here looked at his watch, and began to get his coat on.

"And now, Mr. Pip," said he, with his hands still in the sleeves, "I have probably done the most I can do; but

if I can ever do more from a Walworth point of view, and in a strictly private and personal capacity I

shall be glad to do it. Here's the address. There can be no harm in your going here tonight and seeing for

yourself that all is well with Tom, Jack, or Richard, before you go home which is another reason for your

not going home last night. But after you have gone home, don't go back here. You are very welcome, I am

sure, Mr. Pip;" his hands were now out of his sleeves, and I was shaking them; "and let me finally impress

one important point upon you." He laid his hands upon my shoulders, and added in a solemn whisper: "Avail

yourself of this evening to lay hold of his portable property. You don't know what may happen to him. Don't

Quite despairing of making my mind clear to Wemmick on this point, I forbore to try.

"Time's up," said Wemmick, "and I must be off. If you had nothing more pressing to do than to keep here till

dark, that's what I should advise. You look very much worried, and it would do you good to have a perfectly

quiet day with the Aged he'll be up presently and a little bit of you remember the pig?"

"Well; and a little bit of him. That sausage you toasted was his, and he was in all respects a firstrater. Do try

him, if it is only for old acquaintance sake. Goodbye, Aged Parent!" in a cheery shout.

I soon fell asleep before Wemmick's fire, and the Aged and I enjoyed one another's society by falling asleep

before it more or less all day. We had loin of pork for dinner, and greens grown on the estate, and I nodded at

the Aged with a good intention whenever I failed to do it drowsily. When it was quite dark, I left the Aged

preparing the fire for toast; and I inferred from the number of teacups, as well as from his glances at the two

Eight o'clock had struck before I got into the air that was scented, not disagreeably, by the chips and shavings

of the longshore boatbuilders, and mast oar and block makers. All that waterside region of the upper and

lower Pool below Bridge, was unknown ground to me, and when I struck down by the river, I found that the

spot I wanted was not where I had supposed it to be, and was anything but easy to find. It was called Mill

Pond Bank, Chinks's Basin; and I had no other guide to Chinks's Basin than the Old Green Copper

It matters not what stranded ships repairing in dry docks I lost myself among, what old hulls of ships in

course of being knocked to pieces, what ooze and slime and other dregs of tide, what yards of shipbuilders

and shipbreakers, what rusty anchors blindly biting into the ground though for years off duty, what

mountainous country of accumulated casks and timber, how many ropewalks that were not the Old Green

Copper. After several times falling short of my destination and as often overshooting it, I came

unexpectedly round a corner, upon Mill Pond Bank. It was a fresh kind of place, all circumstances

considered, where the wind from the river had room to turn itself round; and there were two or three trees in

it, and there was the stump of a ruined windmill, and there was the Old Green Copper RopeWalk whose

long and narrow vista I could trace in the moonlight, along a series of wooden frames set in the ground, that

looked like superannuated haymakingrakes which had grown old and lost most of their teeth.

Selecting from the few queer houses upon Mill Pond Bank, a house with a wooden front and three stories of

bowwindow (not baywindow, which is another thing), I looked at the plate upon the door, and read there,

Mrs. Whimple. That being the name I wanted, I knocked, and an elderly woman of a pleasant and thriving

appearance responded. She was immediately deposed, however, by Herbert, who silently led me into the

parlour and shut the door. It was an odd sensation to see his very familiar face established quite at home in

that very unfamiliar room and region; and I found myself looking at him, much as I looked at the

cornercupboard with the glass and china, the shells upon the chimneypiece, and the coloured engravings

on the wall, representing the death of Captain Cook, a shiplaunch, and his Majesty King George the Third in

a statecoachman's wig, leatherbreeches, and topboots, on the terrace at Windsor.

"All is well, Handel," said Herbert, "and he is quite satisfied, though eager to see you. My dear girl is with

her father; and if you'll wait till she comes down, I'll make you known to her, and then we'll go upstairs.

I had become aware of an alarming growling overhead, and had probably expressed the fact in my

"I am afraid he is a sad old rascal," said Herbert, smiling, "but I have never seen him. Don't you smell rum?

"Yes," returned Herbert, "and you may suppose how mild it makes his gout. He persists, too, in keeping all

the provisions upstairs in his room, and serving them out. He keeps them on shelves over his head, and will

While he thus spoke, the growling noise became a prolonged roar, and then died away.

"What else can be the consequence," said Herbert, in explanation, "if he will cut the cheese? A man with the

gout in his right hand and everywhere else can't expect to get through a Double Gloucester without

"To have Provis for an upper lodger is quite a godsend to Mrs. Whimple," said Herbert, "for of course people

"Mrs. Whimple," said Herbert, when I told him so, "is the best of housewives, and I really do not know what

my Clara would do without her motherly help. For, Clara has no mother of her own, Handel, and no relation

"No, no," said Herbert, "that's my name for him. His name is Mr. Barley. But what a blessing it is for the son

of my father and mother, to love a girl who has no relations, and who can never bother herself, or anybody

Herbert had told me on former occasions, and now reminded me, that he first knew Miss Clara Barley when

she was completing her education at an establishment at Hammersmith, and that on her being recalled home

to nurse her father, he and she had confided their affection to the motherly Mrs. Whimple, by whom it had

been fostered and regulated with equal kindness and discretion, ever since. It was understood that nothing of

a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to the

consideration of any subject more psychological than Gout, Rum, and Purser's stores.

As we were thus conversing in a low tone while Old Barley's sustained growl vibrated in the beam that

crossed the ceiling, the room door opened, and a very pretty slight darkeyed girl of twenty or so, came in

with a basket in her hand: whom Herbert tenderly relieved of the basket, and presented blushing, as "Clara."

She really was a most charming girl, and might have passed for a captive fairy, whom that truculent Ogre,

"Look here," said Herbert, showing me the basket, with a compassionate and tender smile after we had talked

a little; "here's poor Clara's supper, served out every night. Here's her allowance of bread, and here's her slice

of cheese, and here's her rum which I drink. This is Mr. Barley's breakfast for tomorrow, served out to be

cooked. Two mutton chops, three potatoes, some split peas, a little flour, two ounces of butter, a pinch of salt,

and all this black pepper. It's stewed up together, and taken hot, and it's a nice thing for the gout, I should

There was something so natural and winning in Clara's resigned way of looking at these stores in detail, as

Herbert pointed them out, and something so confiding, loving, and innocent, in her modest manner of

yielding herself to Herbert's embracing arm and something so gentle in her, so much needing protection on

Mill Pond Bank, by Chinks's Basin, and the Old Green Copper RopeWalk, with Old Barley growling in the

beam that I would not have undone the engagement between her and Herbert, for all the money in the

I was looking at her with pleasure and admiration, when suddenly the growl swelled into a roar again, and a

frightful bumping noise was heard above, as if a giant with a wooden leg were trying to bore it through the

ceiling to come to us. Upon this Clara said to Herbert, "Papa wants me, darling!" and ran away.

"There is an unconscionable old shark for you!" said Herbert. "What do you suppose he wants now, Handel?"

"That's it!" cried Herbert, as if I had made a guess of extraordinary merit. "He keeps his grog readymixed in

a little tub on the table. Wait a moment, and you'll hear Clara lift him up to take some. There he goes!"

Another roar, with a prolonged shake at the end. "Now," said Herbert, as it was succeeded by silence, "he's

drinking. Now," said Herbert, as the growl resounded in the beam once more, "he's down again on his back!"

Clara returned soon afterwards, and Herbert accompanied me upstairs to see our charge. As we passed Mr.

Barley's door, he was heard hoarsely muttering within, in a strain that rose and fell like wind, the following

"Ahoy! Bless your eyes, here's old Bill Barley. Here's old Bill Barley, bless your eyes. Here's old Bill Barley

on the flat of his back, by the Lord. Lying on the flat of his back, like a drifting old dead flounder, here's your

In this strain of consolation, Herbert informed me the invisible Barley would commune with himself by the

day and night together; often while it was light, having, at the same time, one eye at a telescope which was

In his two cabin rooms at the top of the house, which were fresh and airy, and in which Mr. Barley was less

audible than below, I found Provis comfortably settled. He expressed no alarm, and seemed to feel none that

was worth mentioning; but it struck me that he was softened indefinably, for I could not have said how, and

The opportunity that the day's rest had given me for reflection, had resulted in my fully determining to say

nothing to him respecting Compeyson. For anything I knew, his animosity towards the man might otherwise

lead to his seeking him out and rushing on his own destruction. Therefore, when Herbert and I sat down with

him by his fire, I asked him first of all whether he relied on Wemmick's judgment and sources of

"Then, I have talked with Wemmick," said I, "and have come to tell you what caution he gave me and what

This I did accurately, with the reservation just mentioned; and I told him how Wemmick had heard, in

Newgate prison (whether from officers or prisoners I could not say), that he was under some suspicion, and

that my chambers had been watched; how Wemmick had recommended his keeping close for a time, and my

keeping away from him; and what Wemmick had said about getting him abroad. I added, that of course, when

the time came, I should go with him, or should follow close upon him, as might be safest in Wemmick's

judgment. What was to follow that, I did not touch upon; neither indeed was I at all clear or comfortable

about it in my own mind, now that I saw him in that softer condition, and in declared peril for my sake. As to

altering my way of living, by enlarging my expenses, I put it to him whether in our present unsettled and

difficult circumstances, it would not be simply ridiculous, if it were no worse?

He could not deny this, and indeed was very reasonable throughout. His coming back was a venture, he said,

and he had always known it to be a venture. He would do nothing to make it a desperate venture, and he had

Herbert, who had been looking at the fire and pondering, here said that something had come into his thoughts

arising out of Wemmick's suggestion, which it might be worth while to pursue. "We are both good watermen,

Handel, and could take him down the river ourselves when the right time comes. No boat would then be hired

for the purpose, and no boatmen; that would save at least a chance of suspicion, and any chance is worth

saving. Never mind the season; don't you think it might be a good thing if you began at once to keep a boat at

the Temple stairs, and were in the habit of rowing up and down the river? You fall into that habit, and then

who notices or minds? Do it twenty or fifty times, and there is nothing special in your doing it the

I liked this scheme, and Provis was quite elated by it. We agreed that it should be carried into execution, and

that Provis should never recognize us if we came below Bridge and rowed past Mill Pond Bank. But, we

further agreed that he should pull down the blind in that part of his window which gave upon the east,

Our conference being now ended, and everything arranged, I rose to go; remarking to Herbert that he and I

had better not go home together, and that I would take half an hour's start of him. "I don't like to leave you

here," I said to Provis, "though I cannot doubt your being safer here than near me. Goodbye!"

"Dear boy," he answered, clasping my hands, "I don't know when we may meet again, and I don't like

"Good night! Herbert will go regularly between us, and when the time comes you may be certain I shall be

We thought it best that he should stay in his own rooms, and we left him on the landing outside his door,

holding a light over the stairrail to light us down stairs. Looking back at him, I thought of the first night of

his return when our positions were reversed, and when I little supposed my heart could ever be as heavy and

Old Barley was growling and swearing when we repassed his door, with no appearance of having ceased or

of meaning to cease. When we got to the foot of the stairs, I asked Herbert whether he had preserved the

name of Provis. He replied, certainly not, and that the lodger was Mr. Campbell. He also explained that the

utmost known of Mr. Campbell there, was, that he (Herbert) had Mr. Campbell consigned to him, and felt a

strong personal interest in his being well cared for, and living a secluded life. So, when we went into the

parlour where Mrs. Whimple and Clara were seated at work, I said nothing of my own interest in Mr.

When I had taken leave of the pretty gentle darkeyed girl, and of the motherly woman who had not outlived

her honest sympathy with a little affair of true love, I felt as if the Old Green Copper RopeWalk had grown

quite a different place. Old Barley might be as old as the hills, and might swear like a whole field of troopers,

but there were redeeming youth and trust and hope enough in Chinks's Basin to fill it to overflowing. And

All things were as quiet in the Temple as ever I had seen them. The windows of the rooms on that side, lately

occupied by Provis, were dark and still, and there was no lounger in Garden Court. I walked past the fountain

twice or thrice before I descended the steps that were between me and my rooms, but I was quite alone.

Herbert coming to my bedside when he came in for I went straight to bed, dispirited and fatigued made

the same report. Opening one of the windows after that, he looked out into the moonlight, and told me that

the pavement was a solemnly empty as the pavement of any Cathedral at that same hour.

Next day, I set myself to get the boat. It was soon done, and the boat was brought round to the Temple stairs,

and lay where I could reach her within a minute or two. Then, I began to go out as for training and practice:

sometimes alone, sometimes with Herbert. I was often out in cold, rain, and sleet, but nobody took much note

of me after I had been out a few times. At first, I kept above Blackfriars Bridge; but as the hours of the tide

changed, I took towards London Bridge. It was Old London Bridge in those days, and at certain states of the

tide there was a race and fall of water there which gave it a bad reputation. But I knew well enough how to

"shoot' the bridge after seeing it done, and so began to row about among the shipping in the Pool, and down

to Erith. The first time I passed Mill Pond Bank, Herbert and I were pulling a pair of oars; and, both in going

and returning, we saw the blind towards the east come down. Herbert was rarely there less frequently than

three times in a week, and he never brought me a single word of intelligence that was at all alarming. Still, I

knew that there was cause for alarm, and I could not get rid of the notion of being watched. Once received, it

is a haunting idea; how many undesigning persons I suspected of watching me, it would be hard to calculate.

In short, I was always full of fears for the rash man who was in hiding. Herbert had sometimes said to me that

he found it pleasant to stand at one of our windows after dark, when the tide was running down, and to think

that it was flowing, with everything it bore, towards Clara. But I thought with dread that it was flowing

towards Magwitch, and that any black mark on its surface might be his pursuers, going swiftly, silently, and

Some weeks passed without bringing any change. We waited for Wemmick, and he made no sign. If I had

never known him out of Little Britain, and had never enjoyed the privilege of being on a familiar footing at

the Castle, I might have doubted him; not so for a moment, knowing him as I did.

My worldly affairs began to wear a gloomy appearance, and I was pressed for money by more than one

creditor. Even I myself began to know the want of money (I mean of ready money in my own pocket), and to

relieve it by converting some easily spared articles of jewellery into cash. But I had quite determined that it

would be a heartless fraud to take more money from my patron in the existing state of my uncertain thoughts

and plans. Therefore, I had sent him the unopened pocketbook by Herbert, to hold in his own keeping, and I

felt a kind of satisfaction whether it was a false kind or a true, I hardly know in not having profited by his

As the time wore on, an impression settled heavily upon me that Estella was married. Fearful of having it

confirmed, though it was all but a conviction, I avoided the newspapers, and begged Herbert (to whom I had

confided the circumstances of our last interview) never to speak of her to me. Why I hoarded up this last

wretched little rag of the robe of hope that was rent and given to the winds, how do I know! Why did you

who read this, commit that not dissimilar inconsistency of your own, last year, last month, last week?

It was an unhappy life that I lived, and its one dominant anxiety, towering over all its other anxieties like a

high mountain above a range of mountains, never disappeared from my view. Still, no new cause for fear

arose. Let me start from my bed as I would, with the terror fresh upon me that he was discovered; let me sit

listening as I would, with dread, for Herbert's returning step at night, lest it should be fleeter than ordinary,

and winged with evil news; for all that, and much more to like purpose, the round of things went on.

Condemned to inaction and a state of constant restlessness and suspense, I rowed about in my boat, and

There were states of the tide when, having been down the river, I could not get back through the eddychafed

arches and starlings of old London Bridge; then, I left my boat at a wharf near the Custom House, to be

brought up afterwards to the Temple stairs. I was not averse to doing this, as it served to make me and my

boat a commoner incident among the waterside people there. From this slight occasion, sprang two

One afternoon, late in the month of February, I came ashore at the wharf at dusk. I had pulled down as far as

Greenwich with the ebb tide, and had turned with the tide. It had been a fine bright day, but had become

foggy as the sun dropped, and I had had to feel my way back among the shipping, pretty carefully. Both in

As it was a raw evening and I was cold, I thought I would comfort myself with dinner at once; and as I had

hours of dejection and solitude before me if I went home to the Temple, I thought I would afterwards go to

the play. The theatre where Mr. Wopsle had achieved his questionable triumph, was in that waterside

neighbourhood (it is nowhere now), and to that theatre I resolved to go. I was aware that Mr. Wopsle had not

succeeded in reviving the Drama, but, on the contrary, had rather partaken of its decline. He had been

ominously heard of, through the playbills, as a faithful Black, in connexion with a little girl of noble birth,

and a monkey. And Herbert had seen him as a predatory Tartar of comic propensities, with a face like a red

I dined at what Herbert and I used to call a Geographical chophouse where there were maps of the world

in porterpot rims on every halfyard of the tablecloths, and charts of gravy on every one of the knives to

this day there is scarcely a single chophouse within the Lord Mayor's dominions which is not Geographical

and wore out the time in dozing over crumbs, staring at gas, and baking in a hot blast of dinners.

There, I found a virtuous boatswain in his Majesty's service a most excellent man, though I could have

wished his trousers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so loose in others who knocked all the

little men's hats over their eyes, though he was very generous and brave, and who wouldn't hear of anybody's

paying taxes, though he was very patriotic. He had a bag of money in his pocket, like a pudding in the cloth,

and on that property married a young person in bedfurniture, with great rejoicings; the whole population of

Portsmouth (nine in number at the last Census) turning out on the beach, to rub their own hands and shake

everybody else's, and sing "Fill, fill!" A certain darkcomplexioned Swab, however, who wouldn't fill, or do

anything else that was proposed to him, and whose heart was openly stated (by the boatswain) to be as black

as his figurehead, proposed to two other Swabs to get all mankind into difficulties; which was so effectually

done (the Swab family having considerable political influence) that it took half the evening to set things right,

and then it was only brought about through an honest little grocer with a white hat, black gaiters, and red

nose, getting into a clock, with a gridiron, and listening, and coming out, and knocking everybody down from

behind with the gridiron whom he couldn't confute with what he had overheard. This led to Mr. Wopsle's

(who had never been heard of before) coming in with a star and garter on, as a plenipotentiary of great power

direct from the Admiralty, to say that the Swabs were all to go to prison on the spot, and that he had brought

the boatswain down the Union Jack, as a slight acknowledgment of his public services. The boatswain,

unmanned for the first time, respectfully dried his eyes on the Jack, and then cheering up and addressing Mr.

Wopsle as Your Honour, solicited permission to take him by the fin. Mr. Wopsle conceding his fin with a

gracious dignity, was immediately shoved into a dusty corner while everybody danced a hornpipe; and from

The second piece was the last new grand comic Christmas pantomime, in the first scene of which, it pained

me to suspect that I detected Mr. Wopsle with red worsted legs under a highly magnified phosphoric

countenance and a shock of red curtainfringe for his hair, engaged in the manufacture of thunderbolts in a

mine, and displaying great cowardice when his gigantic master came home (very hoarse) to dinner. But he

presently presented himself under worthier circumstances; for, the Genius of Youthful Love being in want of

assistance on account of the parental brutality of an ignorant farmer who opposed the choice of his

daughter's heart, by purposely falling upon the object, in a flour sack, out of the firstfloor window

summoned a sententious Enchanter; and he, coming up from the antipodes rather unsteadily, after an

apparently violent journey, proved to be Mr. Wopsle in a highcrowned hat, with a necromantic work in one

volume under his arm. The business of this enchanter on earth, being principally to be talked at, sung at,

butted at, danced at, and flashed at with fires of various colours, he had a good deal of time on his hands. And

I observed with great surprise, that he devoted it to staring in my direction as if he were lost in amazement.

There was something so remarkable in the increasing glare of Mr. Wopsle's eye, and he seemed to be turning

so many things over in his mind and to grow so confused, that I could not make it out. I sat thinking of it,

long after he had ascended to the clouds in a large watchcase, and still I could not make it out. I was still

thinking of it when I came out of the theatre an hour afterwards, and found him waiting for me near the door.

"How do you do?" said I, shaking hands with him as we turned down the street together. "I saw that you saw

"Saw you, Mr. Pip!" he returned. "Yes, of course I saw you. But who else was there?"

"It is the strangest thing," said Mr. Wopsle, drifting into his lost look again; "and yet I could swear to him."

"Whether I should have noticed him at first but for your being there," said Mr. Wopsle, going on in the same

Involuntarily I looked round me, as I was accustomed to look round me when I went home; for, these

"Oh! He can't be in sight," said Mr. Wopsle. "He went out, before I went off, I saw him go."

Having the reason that I had, for being suspicious, I even suspected this poor actor. I mistrusted a design to

entrap me into some admission. Therefore, I glanced at him as we walked on together, but said nothing.

"I had a ridiculous fancy that he must be with you, Mr. Pip, till I saw that you were quite unconscious of him,

My former chill crept over me again, but I was resolved not to speak yet, for it was quite consistent with his

words that he might be set on to induce me to connect these references with Provis. Of course, I was perfectly

"I dare say you wonder at me, Mr. Pip; indeed I see you do. But it is so very strange! You'll hardly believe

"No, indeed. Mr. Pip, you remember in old times a certain Christmas Day, when you were quite a child, and I

dined at Gargery's, and some soldiers came to the door to get a pair of handcuffs mended?"

"And you remember that there was a chase after two convicts, and that we joined in it, and that Gargery took

you on his back, and that I took the lead and you kept up with me as well as you could?"

"And you remember that we came up with the two in a ditch, and that there was a scuffle between them, and

that one of them had been severely handled and much mauled about the face, by the other?"

"And that the soldiers lighted torches, and put the two in the centre, and that we went on to see the last of

them, over the black marshes, with the torchlight shining on their faces I am particular about that; with the

torchlight shining on their faces, when there was an outer ring of dark night all about us?"

"Then, Mr. Pip, one of those two prisoners sat behind you tonight. I saw him over your shoulder."

"Steady!" I thought. I asked him then, "Which of the two do you suppose you saw?"

"The one who had been mauled," he answered readily, "and I'll swear I saw him! The more I think of him, the

"This is very curious!" said I, with the best assumption I could put on, of its being nothing more to me. "Very

I cannot exaggerate the enhanced disquiet into which this conversation threw me, or the special and peculiar

terror I felt at Compeyson's having been behind me "like a ghost." For, if he had ever been out of my thoughts

for a few moments together since the hiding had begun, it was in those very moments when he was closest to

me; and to think that I should be so unconscious and off my guard after all my care, was as if I had shut an

avenue of a hundred doors to keep him out, and then had found him at my elbow. I could not doubt either that

he was there, because I was there, and that however slight an appearance of danger there might be about us,

I put such questions to Mr. Wopsle as, When did the man come in? He could not tell me that; he saw me, and

over my shoulder he saw the man. It was not until he had seen him for some time that he began to identify

him; but he had from the first vaguely associated him with me, and known him as somehow belonging to me

in the old village time. How was he dressed? Prosperously, but not noticeably otherwise; he thought, in black.

Was his face at all disfigured? No, he believed not. I believed not, too, for, although in my brooding state I

had taken no especial notice of the people behind me, I thought it likely that a face at all disfigured would

When Mr. Wopsle had imparted to me all that he could recall or I extract, and when I had treated him to a

little appropriate refreshment after the fatigues of the evening, we parted. It was between twelve and one

o'clock when I reached the Temple, and the gates were shut. No one was near me when I went in and went

Herbert had come in, and we held a very serious council by the fire. But there was nothing to be done, saving

to communicate to Wemmick what I had that night found out, and to remind him that we waited for his hint.

As I thought that I might compromise him if I went too often to the Castle, I made this communication by

letter. I wrote it before I went to bed, and went out and posted it; and again no one was near me. Herbert and I

agreed that we could do nothing else but be very cautious. And we were very cautious indeed more

cautious than before, if that were possible and I for my part never went near Chinks's Basin, except when I

rowed by, and then I only looked at Mill Pond Bank as I looked at anything else.

The second of the two meetings referred to in the last chapter, occurred about a week after the first. I had

again left my boat at the wharf below Bridge; the time was an hour earlier in the afternoon; and, undecided

where to dine, I had strolled up into Cheapside, and was strolling along it, surely the most unsettled person in

all the busy concourse, when a large hand was laid upon my shoulder, by some one overtaking me. It was Mr.

"As we are going in the same direction, Pip, we may walk together. Where are you bound for?"

"Well," I returned, glad for once to get the better of him in crossexamination, "I do not know, for I have not

"You are going to dine?" said Mr. Jaggers. "You don't mind admitting that, I suppose?"

I was going to excuse myself, when he added, "Wemmick's coming." So, I changed my excuse into an

acceptance the few words I had uttered, serving for the beginning of either and we went along Cheapside

and slanted off to Little Britain, while the lights were springing up brilliantly in the shop windows, and the

street lamplighters, scarcely finding ground enough to plant their ladders on in the midst of the afternoon's

bustle, were skipping up and down and running in and out, opening more red eyes in the gathering fog than

At the office in Little Britain there was the usual letterwriting, handwashing, candlesnuffing, and

safelocking, that closed the business of the day. As I stood idle by Mr. Jaggers's fire, its rising and falling

flame made the two casts on the shelf look as if they were playing a diabolical game at bopeep with me;

while the pair of coarse fat office candles that dimly lighted Mr. Jaggers as he wrote in a corner, were

decorated with dirty windingsheets, as if in remembrance of a host of hanged clients.

We went to Gerrardstreet, all three together, in a hackney coach: and as soon as we got there, dinner was

served. Although I should not have thought of making, in that place, the most distant reference by so much as

a look to Wemmick's Walworth sentiments, yet I should have had no objection to catching his eye now and

then in a friendly way. But it was not to be done. He turned his eyes on Mr. Jaggers whenever he raised them

from the table, and was as dry and distant to me as if there were twin Wemmicks and this was the wrong one.

"Did you send that note of Miss Havisham's to Mr. Pip, Wemmick?" Mr. Jaggers asked, soon after we began

"No, sir," returned Wemmick; "it was going by post, when you brought Mr. Pip into the office. Here it is." He

"It's a note of two lines, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, handing it on, "sent up to me by Miss Havisham, on account

of her not being sure of your address. She tells me that she wants to see you on a little matter of business you

"I have an impending engagement," said I, glancing at Wemmick, who was putting fish into the postoffice,

"If Mr. Pip has the intention of going at once," said Wemmick to Mr. Jaggers, "he needn't write an answer,

Receiving this as an intimation that it was best not to delay, I settled that I would go tomorrow, and said so.

Wemmick drank a glass of wine and looked with a grimly satisfied air at Mr. Jaggers, but not at me.

"So, Pip! Our friend the Spider," said Mr. Jaggers, "has played his cards. He has won the pool."

"Hah! He is a promising fellow in his way but he may not have it all his own way. The stronger will win

in the end, but the stronger has to be found out first. If he should turn to, and beat her"

"Surely," I interrupted, with a burning face and heart, "you do not seriously think that he is scoundrel enough

"I didn't say so, Pip. I am putting a case. If he should turn to and beat her, he may possibly get the strength on

his side; if it should be a question of intellect, he certainly will not. It would be chance work to give an

opinion how a fellow of that sort will turn out in such circumstances, because it's a tossup between two

"A fellow like our friend the Spider," answered Mr. Jaggers, "either beats, or cringes. He may cringe and

growl, or cringe and not growl; but he either beats or cringes. Ask Wemmick his opinion."

"So, here's to Mrs. Bentley Drummle," said Mr. Jaggers, taking a decanter of choicer wine from his

dumbwaiter, and filling for each of us and for himself, "and may the question of supremacy be settled to the

lady's satisfaction! To the satisfaction of the lady and the gentleman, it never will be. Now, Molly, Molly,

She was at his elbow when he addressed her, putting a dish upon the table. As she withdrew her hands from

it, she fell back a step or two, nervously muttering some excuse. And a certain action of her fingers as she

"Nothing. Only the subject we were speaking of," said I, "was rather painful to me."

The action of her fingers was like the action of knitting. She stood looking at her master, not understanding

whether she was free to go, or whether he had more to say to her and would call her back if she did go. Her

look was very intent. Surely, I had seen exactly such eyes and such hands, on a memorable occasion very

He dismissed her, and she glided out of the room. But she remained before me, as plainly as if she were still

there. I looked at those hands, I looked at those eyes, I looked at that flowing hair; and I compared them with

other hands, other eyes, other hair, that I knew of, and with what those might be after twenty years of a brutal

husband and a stormy life. I looked again at those hands and eyes of the housekeeper, and thought of the

inexplicable feeling that had come over me when I last walked not alone in the ruined garden, and

through the deserted brewery. I thought how the same feeling had come back when I saw a face looking at

me, and a hand waving to me, from a stagecoach window; and how it had come back again and had flashed

about me like Lightning, when I had passed in a carriage not alone through a sudden glare of light in a

dark street. I thought how one link of association had helped that identification in the theatre, and how such a

link, wanting before, had been riveted for me now, when I had passed by a chance swift from Estella's name

to the fingers with their knitting action, and the attentive eyes. And I felt absolutely certain that this woman

Mr. Jaggers had seen me with Estella, and was not likely to have missed the sentiments I had been at no pains

to conceal. He nodded when I said the subject was painful to me, clapped me on the back, put round the wine

Only twice more, did the housekeeper reappear, and then her stay in the room was very short, and Mr.

Jaggers was sharp with her. But her hands were Estella's hands, and her eyes were Estella's eyes, and if she

had reappeared a hundred times I could have been neither more sure nor less sure that my conviction was the

It was a dull evening, for Wemmick drew his wine when it came round, quite as a matter of business just as

he might have drawn his salary when that came round and with his eyes on his chief, sat in a state of

perpetual readiness for crossexamination. As to the quantity of wine, his postoffice was as indifferent and

ready as any other postoffice for its quantity of letters. From my point of view, he was the wrong twin all

We took our leave early, and left together. Even when we were groping among Mr. Jaggers's stock of boots

for our hats, I felt that the right twin was on his way back; and we had not gone half a dozen yards down

Gerrardstreet in the Walworth direction before I found that I was walking arminarm with the right twin,

"Well!" said Wemmick, "that's over! He's a wonderful man, without his living likeness; but I feel that I have

"Wouldn't say it to anybody but yourself," he answered. "I know that what is said between you and me, goes

I asked him if he had ever seen Miss Havisham's adopted daughter, Mrs. Bentley Drummle? He said no. To

avoid being too abrupt, I then spoke of the Aged, and of Miss Skiffins. He looked rather sly when I

mentioned Miss Skiffins, and stopped in the street to blow his nose, with a roll of the head and a flourish not

"Wemmick," said I, "do you remember telling me before I first went to Mr. Jaggers's private house, to notice

"Did I?" he replied. "Ah, I dare say I did. Deuce take me," he added, suddenly, "I know I did. I find I am not

"I wish you would tell me her story. I feel a particular interest in being acquainted with it. You know that

"Well!" Wemmick replied, "I don't know her story that is, I don't know all of it. But what I do know, I'll tell

"A score or so of years ago, that woman was tried at the Old Bailey for murder, and was acquitted. She was a

very handsome young woman, and I believe had some gipsy blood in her. Anyhow, it was hot enough when it

"Mr. Jaggers was for her," pursued Wemmick, with a look full of meaning, "and worked the case in a way

quite astonishing. It was a desperate case, and it was comparatively early days with him then, and he worked

it to general admiration; in fact, it may almost be said to have made him. He worked it himself at the

policeoffice, day after day for many days, contending against even a committal; and at the trial where he

couldn't work it himself, sat under Counsel, and every one knew put in all the salt and pepper. The

murdered person was a woman; a woman, a good ten years older, very much larger, and very much stronger.

It was a case of jealousy. They both led tramping lives, and this woman in Gerrardstreet here had been

married very young, over the broomstick (as we say), to a tramping man, and was a perfect fury in point of

jealousy. The murdered woman more a match for the man, certainly, in point of years was found dead in

a barn near Hounslow Heath. There had been a violent struggle, perhaps a fight. She was bruised and

scratched and torn, and had been held by the throat at last and choked. Now, there was no reasonable

evidence to implicate any person but this woman, and, on the improbabilities of her having been able to do it,

Mr. Jaggers principally rested his case. You may be sure," said Wemmick, touching me on the sleeve, "that

he never dwelt upon the strength of her hands then, though he sometimes does now."

"Well, sir!" Wemmick went on; "it happened happened, don't you see? that this woman was so very

artfully dressed from the time of her apprehension, that she looked much slighter than she really was; in

particular, her sleeves are always remembered to have been so skilfully contrived that her arms had quite a

delicate look. She had only a bruise or two about her nothing for a tramp but the backs of her hands were

lacerated, and the question was, was it with fingernails? Now, Mr. Jaggers showed that she had struggled

through a great lot of brambles which were not as high as her face; but which she could not have got through

and kept her hands out of; and bits of those brambles were actually found in her skin and put in evidence, as

well as the fact that the brambles in question were found on examination to have been broken through, and to

have little shreds of her dress and little spots of blood upon them here and there. But the boldest point he

made, was this. It was attempted to be set up in proof of her jealousy, that she was under strong suspicion of

having, at about the time of the murder, frantically destroyed her child by this man some three years old

to revenge herself upon him. Mr. Jaggers worked that, in this way. "We say these are not marks of

fingernails, but marks of brambles, and we show you the brambles. You say they are marks of fingernails,

and you set up the hypothesis that she destroyed her child. You must accept all consequences of that

hypothesis. For anything we know, she may have destroyed her child, and the child in clinging to her may

have scratched her hands. What then? You are not trying her for the murder of her child; why don't you? As

to this case, if you will have scratches, we say that, for anything we know, you may have accounted for them,

assuming for the sake of argument that you have not invented them!" To sum up, sir," said Wemmick, "Mr.

"Yes; but not only that," said Wemmick. "She went into his service immediately after her acquittal, tamed as

she is now. She has since been taught one thing and another in the way of her duties, but she was tamed from

We exchanged a cordial Good Night, and I went home, with new matter for my thoughts, though with no

Putting Miss Havisham's note in my pocket, that it might serve as my credentials for so soon reappearing at

Satis House, in case her waywardness should lead her to express any surprise at seeing me, I went down

again by the coach next day. But I alighted at the Halfway House, and breakfasted there, and walked the rest

of the distance; for, I sought to get into the town quietly by the unfrequented ways, and to leave it in the same

The best light of the day was gone when I passed along the quiet echoing courts behind the Highstreet. The

nooks of ruin where the old monks had once had their refectories and gardens, and where the strong walls

were now pressed into the service of humble sheds and stables, were almost as silent as the old monks in their

graves. The cathedral chimes had at once a sadder and a more remote sound to me, as I hurried on avoiding

observation, than they had ever had before; so, the swell of the old organ was borne to my ears like funeral

music; and the rooks, as they hovered about the grey tower and swung in the bare high trees of the

priorygarden, seemed to call to me that the place was changed, and that Estella was gone out of it for ever.

An elderly woman whom I had seen before as one of the servants who lived in the supplementary house

across the back courtyard, opened the gate. The lighted candle stood in the dark passage within, as of old,

and I took it up and ascended the staircase alone. Miss Havisham was not in her own room, but was in the

larger room across the landing. Looking in at the door, after knocking in vain, I saw her sitting on the hearth

in a ragged chair, close before, and lost in the contemplation of, the ashy fire.

Doing as I had often done, I went in, and stood, touching the old chimneypiece, where she could see me

when she raised her eyes. There was an air or utter loneliness upon her, that would have moved me to pity

though she had wilfully done me a deeper injury than I could charge her with. As I stood compassionating

her, and thinking how in the progress of time I too had come to be a part of the wrecked fortunes of that

house, her eyes rested on me. She stared, and said in a low voice, "Is it real?"

"It is I, Pip. Mr. Jaggers gave me your note yesterday, and I have lost no time."

As I brought another of the ragged chairs to the hearth and sat down, I remarked a new expression on her

"I want," she said, "to pursue that subject you mentioned to me when you were last here, and to show you that

I am not all stone. But perhaps you can never believe, now, that there is anything human in my heart?"

When I said some reassuring words, she stretched out her tremulous right hand, as though she was going to

touch me; but she recalled it again before I understood the action, or knew how to receive it.

"You said, speaking for your friend, that you could tell me how to do something useful and good. Something

I began explaining to her that secret history of the partnership. I had not got far into it, when I judged from

her looks that she was thinking in a discursive way of me, rather than of what I said. It seemed to be so, for,

when I stopped speaking, many moments passed before she showed that she was conscious of the fact.

"Do you break off," she asked then, with her former air of being afraid of me, "because you hate me too much

"No, no," I answered, "how can you think so, Miss Havisham! I stopped because I thought you were not

"Perhaps I was not," she answered, putting a hand to her head. "Begin again, and let me look at something

She set her hand upon her stick, in the resolute way that sometimes was habitual to her, and looked at the fire

with a strong expression of forcing herself to attend. I went on with my explanation, and told her how I had

hoped to complete the transaction out of my means, but how in this I was disappointed. That part of the

subject (I reminded her) involved matters which could form no part of my explanation, for they were the

"So!" said she, assenting with her head, but not looking at me. "And how much money is wanting to complete

I was rather afraid of stating it, for it sounded a large sum. "Nine hundred pounds."

"If I give you the money for this purpose, will you keep my secret as you have kept your own?"

She asked this question, still without looking at me, but in an unwonted tone of sympathy. I could not reply at

the moment, for my voice failed me. She put her left arm across the head of her stick, and softly laid her

"I am far from happy, Miss Havisham; but I have other causes of disquiet than any you know of. They are the

"It is noble in you to tell me that you have other causes of unhappiness, Is it true?"

"Can I only serve you, Pip, by serving your friend? Regarding that as done, is there nothing I can do for you

"Nothing. I thank you for the question. I thank you even more for the tone of the question. But, there is

She presently rose from her seat, and looked about the blighted room for the means of writing. There were

non there, and she took from her pocket a yellow set of ivory tablets, mounted in tarnished gold, and wrote

"This is an authority to him to pay you that money, to lay out at your irresponsible discretion for your friend.

I keep no money here; but if you would rather Mr. Jaggers knew nothing of the matter, I will send it to you."

"Thank you, Miss Havisham; I have not the least objection to receiving it from him."

She read me what she had written, and it was direct and clear, and evidently intended to absolve me from any

suspicion of profiting by the receipt of the money. I took the tablets from her hand, and it trembled again, and

it trembled more as she took off the chain to which the pencil was attached, and put it in mine. All this she

"My name is on the first leaf. If you can ever write under my name, "I forgive her," though ever so long after

"O Miss Havisham," said I, "I can do it now. There have been sore mistakes; and my life has been a blind and

thankless one; and I want forgiveness and direction far too much, to be bitter with you."

She turned her face to me for the first time since she had averted it, and, to my amazement, I may even add to

my terror, dropped on her knees at my feet; with her folded hands raised to me in the manner in which, when

her poor heart was young and fresh and whole, they must often have been raised to heaven from her mother's

To see her with her white hair and her worn face kneeling at my feet, gave me a shock through all my frame.

I entreated her to rise, and got my arms about her to help her up; but she only pressed that hand of mine

which was nearest to her grasp, and hung her head over it and wept. I had never seen her shed a tear before,

and, in the hope that the relief might do her good, I bent over her without speaking. She was not kneeling

"If you mean, Miss Havisham, what have you done to injure me, let me answer. Very little. I should have

It was a needless question, for a new desolation in the desolate house had told me so.

"What have I done! What have I done!" She wrung her hands, and crushed her white hair, and returned to this

I knew not how to answer, or how to comfort her. That she had done a grievous thing in taking an

impressionable child to mould into the form that her wild resentment, spurned affection, and wounded pride,

found vengeance in, I knew full well. But that, in shutting out the light of day, she had shut out infinitely

more; that, in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her

mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed

order of their Maker; I knew equally well. And could I look upon her without compassion, seeing her

punishment in the ruin she was, in her profound unfitness for this earth on which she was placed, in the

vanity of sorrow which had become a master mania, like the vanity of penitence, the vanity of remorse, the

vanity of unworthiness, and other monstrous vanities that have been curses in this world?

"Until you spoke to her the other day, and until I saw in you a lookingglass that showed me what I once felt

myself, I did not know what I had done. What have I done! What have I done!" And so again, twenty, fifty

"Miss Havisham," I said, when her cry had died away, "you may dismiss me from your mind and conscience.

But Estella is a different case, and if you can ever undo any scrap of what you have done amiss in keeping a

part of her right nature away from her, it will be better to do that, than to bemoan the past through a hundred

"Yes, yes, I know it. But, Pip my Dear!" There was an earnest womanly compassion for me in her new

affection. "My Dear! Believe this: when she first came to me, I meant to save her from misery like my own.

"But as she grew, and promised to be very beautiful, I gradually did worse, and with my praises, and with my

jewels, and with my teachings, and with this figure of myself always before her a warning to back and point

"Better," I could not help saying, "to have left her a natural heart, even to be bruised or broken."

With that, Miss Havisham looked distractedly at me for a while, and then burst out again, What had she done!

"If you knew all my story," she pleaded, "you would have some compassion for me and a better

"Miss Havisham," I answered, as delicately as I could, "I believe I may say that I do know your story, and

have known it ever since I first left this neighbourhood. It has inspired me with great commiseration, and I

hope I understand it and its influences. Does what has passed between us give me any excuse for asking you a

question relative to Estella? Not as she is, but as she was when she first came here?"

She was seated on the ground, with her arms on the ragged chair, and her head leaning on them. She looked

She answered in a low whisper and with caution: "I had been shut up in these rooms a long time (I don't

know how long; you know what time the clocks keep here), when I told him that I wanted a little girl to rear

and love, and save from my fate. I had first seen him when I sent for him to lay this place waste for me;

having read of him in the newspapers, before I and the world parted. He told me that he would look about

him for such an orphan child. One night he brought her here asleep, and I called her Estella."

"Two or three. She herself knows nothing, but that she was left an orphan and I adopted her."

So convinced I was of that woman's being her mother, that I wanted no evidence to establish the fact in my

own mind. But, to any mind, I thought, the connection here was clear and straight.

What more could I hope to do by prolonging the interview? I had succeeded on behalf of Herbert, Miss

Havisham had told me all she knew of Estella, I had said and done what I could to ease her mind. No matter

Twilight was closing in when I went down stairs into the natural air. I called to the woman who had opened

the gate when I entered, that I would not trouble her just yet, but would walk round the place before leaving.

For, I had a presentiment that I should never be there again, and I felt that the dying light was suited to my

By the wilderness of casks that I had walked on long ago, and on which the rain of years had fallen since,

rotting them in many places, and leaving miniature swamps and pools of water upon those that stood on end,

I made my way to the ruined garden. I went all round it; round by the corner where Herbert and I had fought

our battle; round by the paths where Estella and I had walked. So cold, so lonely, so dreary all!

Taking the brewery on my way back, I raised the rusty latch of a little door at the garden end of it, and

walked through. I was going out at the opposite door not easy to open now, for the damp wood had started

and swelled, and the hinges were yielding, and the threshold was encumbered with a growth of fungus

when I turned my head to look back. A childish association revived with wonderful force in the moment of

the slight action, and I fancied that I saw Miss Havisham hanging to the beam. So strong was the impression,

that I stood under the beam shuddering from head to foot before I knew it was a fancy though to be sure I

The mournfulness of the place and time, and the great terror of this illusion, though it was but momentary,

caused me to feel an indescribable awe as I came out between the open wooden gates where I had once

wrung my hair after Estella had wrung my heart. Passing on into the front courtyard, I hesitated whether to

call the woman to let me out at the locked gate of which she had the key, or first to go upstairs and assure

myself that Miss Havisham was as safe and well as I had left her. I took the latter course and went up.

I looked into the room where I had left her, and I saw her seated in the ragged chair upon the hearth close to

the fire, with her back towards me. In the moment when I was withdrawing my head to go quietly away, I

saw a great flaming light spring up. In the same moment, I saw her running at me, shrieking, with a whirl of

fire blazing all about her, and soaring at least as many feet above her head as she was high.

I had a doublecaped greatcoat on, and over my arm another thick coat. That I got them off, closed with her,

threw her down, and got them over her; that I dragged the great cloth from the table for the same purpose, and

with it dragged down the heap of rottenness in the midst, and all the ugly things that sheltered there; that we

were on the ground struggling like desperate enemies, and that the closer I covered her, the more wildly she

shrieked and tried to free herself; that this occurred I knew through the result, but not through anything I felt,

or thought, or knew I did. I knew nothing until I knew that we were on the floor by the great table, and that

patches of tinder yet alight were floating in the smoky air, which, a moment ago, had been her faded bridal

Then, I looked round and saw the disturbed beetles and spiders running away over the floor, and the servants

coming in with breathless cries at the door. I still held her forcibly down with all my strength, like a prisoner

who might escape; and I doubt if I even knew who she was, or why we had struggled, or that she had been in

flames, or that the flames were out, until I saw the patches of tinder that had been her garments, no longer

She was insensible, and I was afraid to have her moved, or even touched. Assistance was sent for and I held

her until it came, as if I unreasonably fancied (I think I did) that if I let her go, the fire would break out again

and consume her. When I got up, on the surgeon's coming to her with other aid, I was astonished to see that

both my hands were burnt; for, I had no knowledge of it through the sense of feeling.

On examination it was pronounced that she had received serious hurts, but that they of themselves were far

from hopeless; the danger lay mainly in the nervous shock. By the surgeon's directions, her bed was carried

into that room and laid upon the great table: which happened to be well suited to the dressing of her injuries.

When I saw her again, an hour afterwards, she lay indeed where I had seen her strike her stick, and had heard

Though every vestige of her dress was burnt, as they told me, she still had something of her old ghastly bridal

appearance; for, they had covered her to the throat with white cottonwool, and as she lay with a white sheet

loosely overlying that, the phantom air of something that had been and was changed, was still upon her.

I found, on questioning the servants, that Estella was in Paris, and I got a promise from the surgeon that he

would write to her by the next post. Miss Havisham's family I took upon myself; intending to communicate

with Mr. Matthew Pocket only, and leave him to do as he liked about informing the rest. This I did next day,

There was a stage, that evening, when she spoke collectedly of what had happened, though with a certain

terrible vivacity. Towards midnight she began to wander in her speech, and after that it gradually set in that

she said innumerable times in a low solemn voice, "What have I done!" And then, "When she first came, I

meant to save her from misery like mine." And then, "Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive

her!'" She never changed the order of these three sentences, but she sometimes left out a word in one or other

of them; never putting in another word, but always leaving a blank and going on to the next word.

As I could do no service there, and as I had, nearer home, that pressing reason for anxiety and fear which

even her wanderings could not drive out of my mind, I decided in the course of the night that I would return

by the early morning coach: walking on a mile or so, and being taken up clear of the town. At about six

o'clock of the morning, therefore, I leaned over her and touched her lips with mine, just as they said, not

stopping for being touched, "Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive her.'"

My hands had been dressed twice or thrice in the night, and again in the morning. My left arm was a good

deal burned to the elbow, and, less severely, as high as the shoulder; it was very painful, but the flames had

set in that direction, and I felt thankful it was no worse. My right hand was not so badly burnt but that I could

move the fingers. It was bandaged, of course, but much less inconveniently than my left hand and arm; those

I carried in a sling; and I could only wear my coat like a cloak, loose over my shoulders and fastened at the

When Herbert had been down to Hammersmith and seen his father, he came back to me at our chambers, and

devoted the day to attending on me. He was the kindest of nurses, and at stated times took off the bandages,

and steeped them in the cooling liquid that was kept ready, and put them on again, with a patient tenderness

At first, as I lay quiet on the sofa, I found it painfully difficult, I might say impossible, to get rid of the

impression of the glare of the flames, their hurry and noise, and the fierce burning smell. If I dozed for a

minute, I was awakened by Miss Havisham's cries, and by her running at me with all that height of fire above

her head. This pain of the mind was much harder to strive against than any bodily pain I suffered; and

Neither of us spoke of the boat, but we both thought of it. That was made apparent by our avoidance of the

subject, and by our agreeing without agreement to make my recovery of the use of my hands, a question

My first question when I saw Herbert had been of course, whether all was well down the river? As he replied

in the affirmative, with perfect confidence and cheerfulness, we did not resume the subject until the day was

wearing away. But then, as Herbert changed the bandages, more by the light of the fire than by the outer

"Dear little thing!" said Herbert. "She was up and down with Gruffandgrim all the evening. He was

perpetually pegging at the floor, the moment she left his sight. I doubt if he can hold out long though. What

with rum and pepper and pepper and rum I should think his pegging must be nearly over."

"How can I take care of the dear child otherwise? Lay your arm out upon the back of the sofa, my dear boy,

and I'll sit down here, and get the bandage off so gradually that you shall not know when it comes. I was

"So you did. And so he is. He was very communicative last night, and told me more of his life. You

remember his breaking off here about some woman that he had had great trouble with. Did I hurt you?"

"Well! He went into that part of his life, and a dark wild part it is. Shall I tell you? Or would it worry you just

Herbert bent forward to look at me more nearly, as if my reply had been rather more hurried or more eager

"It seems," said Herbert, " there's a bandage off most charmingly, and now comes the cool one makes you

shrink at first, my poor dear fellow, don't it? but it will be comfortable presently it seems that the woman

was a young woman, and a jealous woman, and a revengeful woman; revengeful, Handel, to the last degree."

"I don't feel it. How did she murder? Whom did she murder?" "Why, the deed may not have merited quite so

terrible a name," said Herbert, "but, she was tried for it, and Mr. Jaggers defended her, and the reputation of

that defence first made his name known to Provis. It was another and a stronger woman who was the victim,

and there had been a struggle in a barn. Who began it, or how fair it was, or how unfair, may be doubtful;

but how it ended, is certainly not doubtful, for the victim was found throttled."

"This acquitted young woman and Provis had a little child: a little child of whom Provis was exceedingly

fond. On the evening of the very night when the object of her jealousy was strangled as I tell you, the young

woman presented herself before Provis for one moment, and swore that she would destroy the child (which

was in her possession), and he should never see it again; then, she vanished. There's the worst arm

comfortably in the sling once more, and now there remains but the right hand, which is a far easier job. I can

do it better by this light than by a stronger, for my hand is steadiest when I don't see the poor blistered

patches too distinctly. You don't think your breathing is affected, my dear boy? You seem to breathe

"Why, of course, my dear boy," returned Herbert, in a tone of surprise, and again bending forward to get a

"Now, whether," pursued Herbert, "he had used the child's mother ill, or whether he had used the child's

mother well, Provis doesn't say; but, she had shared some four or five years of the wretched life he described

to us at this fireside, and he seems to have felt pity for her, and forbearance towards her. Therefore, fearing he

should be called upon to depose about this destroyed child, and so be the cause of her death, he hid himself

(much as he grieved for the child), kept himself dark, as he says, out of the way and out of the trial, and was

only vaguely talked of as a certain man called Abel, out of whom the jealousy arose. After the acquittal she

"A moment, my dear boy, and I have done. That evil genius, Compeyson, the worst of scoundrels among

many scoundrels, knowing of his keeping out of the way at that time, and of his reasons for doing so, of

course afterwards held the knowledge over his head as a means of keeping him poorer, and working him

harder. It was clear last night that this barbed the point of Provis's animosity."

"I want to know," said I, "and particularly, Herbert, whether he told you when this happened?"

"Particularly? Let me remember, then, what he said as to that. His expression was, 'a round score o' year ago,

and a'most directly after I took up wi' Compeyson.' How old were you when you came upon him in the little

"Ay. It had happened some three or four years then, he said, and you brought into his mind the little girl so

"Herbert," said I, after a short silence, in a hurried way, "can you see me best by the light of the window, or

"You are not afraid that I am in any fever, or that my head is much disordered by the accident of last night?"

"Nno, my dear boy," said Herbert, after taking time to examine me. "You are rather excited, but you are

"I know I am quite myself. And the man we have in hiding down the river, is Estella's Father."

What purpose I had in view when I was hot on tracing out and proving Estella's parentage, I cannot say. It

will presently be seen that the question was not before me in a distinct shape, until it was put before me by a

But, when Herbert and I had held our momentous conversation, I was seized with a feverish conviction that I

ought to hunt the matter down that I ought not to let it rest, but that I ought to see Mr. Jaggers, and come at

the bare truth. I really do not know whether I felt that I did this for Estella's sake, or whether I was glad to

transfer to the man in whose preservation I was so much concerned, some rays of the romantic interest that

had so long surrounded her. Perhaps the latter possibility may be the nearer to the truth.

Any way, I could scarcely be withheld from going out to Gerrardstreet that night. Herbert's representations

that if I did, I should probably be laid up and stricken useless, when our fugitive's safety would depend upon

me, alone restrained my impatience. On the understanding, again and again reiterated, that come what would,

I was to go to Mr. Jaggers tomorrow, I at length submitted to keep quiet, and to have my hurts looked after,

and to stay at home. Early next morning we went out together, and at the corner of Giltspurstreet by

Smithfield, I left Herbert to go his way into the City, and took my way to Little Britain.

There were periodical occasions when Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick went over the office accounts, and checked

off the vouchers, and put all things straight. On these occasions Wemmick took his books and papers into Mr.

Jaggers's room, and one of the upstairs clerks came down into the outer office. Finding such clerk on

Wemmick's post that morning, I knew what was going on; but, I was not sorry to have Mr. Jaggers and

Wemmick together, as Wemmick would then hear for himself that I said nothing to compromise him.

My appearance with my arm bandaged and my coat loose over my shoulders, favoured my object. Although I

had sent Mr. Jaggers a brief account of the accident as soon as I had arrived in town, yet I had to give him all

the details now; and the speciality of the occasion caused our talk to be less dry and hard, and less strictly

regulated by the rules of evidence, than it had been before. While I described the disaster, Mr. Jaggers stood,

according to his wont, before the fire. Wemmick leaned back in his chair, staring at me, with his hands in the

pockets of his trousers, and his pen put horizontally into the post. The two brutal casts, always inseparable in

my mind from the official proceedings, seemed to be congestively considering whether they didn't smell fire

My narrative finished, and their questions exhausted, I then produced Miss Havisham's authority to receive

the nine hundred pounds for Herbert. Mr. Jaggers's eyes retired a little deeper into his head when I handed

him the tablets, but he presently handed them over to Wemmick, with instructions to draw the cheque for his

signature. While that was in course of being done, I looked on at Wemmick as he wrote, and Mr. Jaggers,

poising and swaying himself on his wellpolished boots, looked on at me. "I am sorry, Pip," said he, as I put

"Miss Havisham was good enough to ask me," I returned, "whether she could do nothing for me, and I told

"Everybody should know his own business," said Mr. Jaggers. And I saw Wemmick's lips form the words

"I should not have told her No, if I had been you," said Mr Jaggers; "but every man ought to know his own

"Every man's business," said Wemmick, rather reproachfully towards me, "is portable property."

As I thought the time was now come for pursuing the theme I had at heart, I said, turning on Mr. Jaggers:

"I did ask something of Miss Havisham, however, sir. I asked her to give me some information relative to her

"Did she?" said Mr. Jaggers, bending forward to look at his boots and then straightening himself. "Hah! I

don't think I should have done so, if I had been Miss Havisham. But she ought to know her own business

"I know more of the history of Miss Havisham's adopted child, than Miss Havisham herself does, sir. I know

"Perhaps I know more of Estella's history than even you do," said I. "I know her father too."

A certain stop that Mr. Jaggers came to in his manner he was too selfpossessed to change his manner, but

he could not help its being brought to an indefinably attentive stop assured me that he did not know who

her father was. This I had strongly suspected from Provis's account (as Herbert had repeated it) of his having

kept himself dark; which I pieced on to the fact that he himself was not Mr. Jaggers's client until some four

years later, and when he could have no reason for claiming his identity. But, I could not be sure of this

unconsciousness on Mr. Jaggers's part before, though I was quite sure of it now.

Even Mr. Jaggers started when I said those words. It was the slightest start that could escape a man, the most

carefully repressed and the soonest checked, but he did start, though he made it a part of the action of taking

out his pockethandkerchief. How Wemmick received the announcement I am unable to say, for I was afraid

to look at him just then, lest Mr. Jaggers's sharpness should detect that there had been some communication

"And on what evidence, Pip," asked Mr. Jaggers, very coolly, as he paused with his handkerchief half way to

"He does not make it," said I, "and has never made it, and has no knowledge or belief that his daughter is in

For once, the powerful pockethandkerchief failed. My reply was so unexpected that Mr. Jaggers put the

handkerchief back into his pocket without completing the usual performance, folded his arms, and looked

Then I told him all I knew, and how I knew it; with the one reservation that I left him to infer that I knew

from Miss Havisham what I in fact knew from Wemmick. I was very careful indeed as to that. Nor, did I look

towards Wemmick until I had finished all I had to tell, and had been for some time silently meeting Mr.

Jaggers's look. When I did at last turn my eyes in Wemmick's direction, I found that he had unposted his pen,

"Hah!" said Mr. Jaggers at last, as he moved towards the papers on the table, " What item was it you were

But I could not submit to be thrown off in that way, and I made a passionate, almost an indignant, appeal to

him to be more frank and manly with me. I reminded him of the false hopes into which I had lapsed, the

length of time they had lasted, and the discovery I had made: and I hinted at the danger that weighed upon my

spirits. I represented myself as being surely worthy of some little confidence from him, in return for the

confidence I had just now imparted. I said that I did not blame him, or suspect him, or mistrust him, but I

wanted assurance of the truth from him. And if he asked me why I wanted it and why I thought I had any

right to it, I would tell him, little as he cared for such poor dreams, that I had loved Estella dearly and long,

and that, although I had lost her and must live a bereaved life, whatever concerned her was still nearer and

dearer to me than anything else in the world. And seeing that Mr. Jaggers stood quite still and silent, and

apparently quite obdurate, under this appeal, I turned to Wemmick, and said, "Wemmick, I know you to be a

man with a gentle heart. I have seen your pleasant home, and your old father, and all the innocent cheerful

playful ways with which you refresh your business life. And I entreat you to say a word for me to Mr.

Jaggers, and to represent to him that, all circumstances considered, he ought to be more open with me!"

I have never seen two men look more oddly at one another than Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick did after this

apostrophe. At first, a misgiving crossed me that Wemmick would be instantly dismissed from his

employment; but, it melted as I saw Mr. Jaggers relax into something like a smile, and Wemmick become

"What's all this?" said Mr. Jaggers. "You with an old father, and you with pleasant and playful ways?"

"Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, laying his hand upon my arm, and smiling openly, "this man must be the most

"Not a bit of it," returned Wemmick, growing bolder and bolder. "I think you're another."

Again they exchanged their former odd looks, each apparently still distrustful that the other was taking him

"Since it don't interfere with business," returned Wemmick, "let it be so. Now, I look at you, sir, I shouldn't

wonder if you might be planning and contriving to have a pleasant home of your own, one of these days,

Mr. Jaggers nodded his head retrospectively two or three times, and actually drew a sigh. "Pip," said he, "we

won't talk about 'poor dreams;' you know more about such things than I, having much fresher experience of

that kind. But now, about this other matter. I'll put a case to you. Mind! I admit nothing."

He waited for me to declare that I quite understood that he expressly said that he admitted nothing.

"Now, Pip," said Mr. Jaggers, "put this case. Put the case that a woman, under such circumstances as you

have mentioned, held her child concealed, and was obliged to communicate the fact to her legal adviser, on

his representing to her that he must know, with an eye to the latitude of his defence, how the fact stood about

that child. Put the case that at the same time he held a trust to find a child for an eccentric rich lady to adopt

"Put the case that he lived in an atmosphere of evil, and that all he saw of children, was, their being generated

in great numbers for certain destruction. Put the case that he often saw children solemnly tried at a criminal

bar, where they were held up to be seen; put the case that he habitually knew of their being imprisoned,

whipped, transported, neglected, cast out, qualified in all ways for the hangman, and growing up to be

hanged. Put the case that pretty nigh all the children he saw in his daily business life, he had reason to look

upon as so much spawn, to develop into the fish that were to come to his net to be prosecuted, defended,

"Put the case, Pip, that here was one pretty little child out of the heap, who could be saved; whom the father

believed dead, and dared make no stir about; as to whom, over the mother, the legal adviser had this power:

"I know what you did, and how you did it. You came so and so, this was your manner of attack and this the

manner of resistance, you went so and so, you did such and such things to divert suspicion. I have tracked

you through it all, and I tell it you all. Part with the child, unless it should be necessary to produce it to clear

you, and then it shall be produced. Give the child into my hands, and I will do my best to bring you off. If

you are saved, your child is saved too; if you are lost, your child is still saved." Put the case that this was

"Put the case, Pip, that passion and the terror of death had a little shaken the woman's intellect, and that when

she was set at liberty, she was scared out of the ways of the world and went to him to be sheltered. Put the

case that he took her in, and that he kept down the old wild violent nature whenever he saw an inkling of its

breaking out, by asserting his power over her in the old way. Do you comprehend the imaginary case?"

"Put the case that the child grew up, and was married for money. That the mother was still living. That the

father was still living. That the mother and father unknown to one another, were dwelling within so many

miles, furlongs, yards if you like, of one another. That the secret was still a secret, except that you had got

"For whose sake would you reveal the secret? For the father's? I think he would not be much the better for the

mother. For the mother's? I think if she had done such a deed she would be safer where she was. For the

daughter's? I think it would hardly serve her, to establish her parentage for the information of her husband,

and to drag her back to disgrace, after an escape of twenty years, pretty secure to last for life. But, add the

case that you had loved her, Pip, and had made her the subject of those 'poor dreams' which have, at one time

or another, been in the heads of more men than you think likely, then I tell you that you had better and

would much sooner when you had thought well of it chop off that bandaged left hand of yours with your

bandaged right hand, and then pass the chopper on to Wemmick there, to cut that off, too."

I looked at Wemmick, whose face was very grave. He gravely touched his lips with his forefinger. I did the

same. Mr. Jaggers did the same. "Now, Wemmick," said the latter then, resuming his usual manner, "what

Standing by for a little, while they were at work, I observed that the odd looks they had cast at one another

were repeated several times: with this difference now, that each of them seemed suspicious, not to say

conscious, of having shown himself in a weak and unprofessional light to the other. For this reason, I

suppose, they were now inflexible with one another; Mr. Jaggers being highly dictatorial, and Wemmick

obstinately justifying himself whenever there was the smallest point in abeyance for a moment. I had never

seen them on such ill terms; for generally they got on very well indeed together.

But, they were both happily relieved by the opportune appearance of Mike, the client with the fur cap and the

habit of wiping his nose on his sleeve, whom I had seen on the very first day of my appearance within those

walls. This individual, who, either in his own person or in that of some member of his family, seemed to be

always in trouble (which in that place meant Newgate), called to announce that his eldest daughter was taken

up on suspicion of shoplifting. As he imparted this melancholy circumstance to Wemmick, Mr. Jaggers

standing magisterially before the fire and taking no share in the proceedings, Mike's eye happened to twinkle

"What are you about?" demanded Wemmick, with the utmost indignation. "What do you come snivelling

"You did," said Wemmick. "How dare you? You're not in a fit state to come here, if you can't come here

"Now, look here my man," said Mr. Jaggers, advancing a step, and pointing to the door. "Get out of this

So the unfortunate Mike very humbly withdrew, and Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick appeared to have

reestablished their good understanding, and went to work again with an air of refreshment upon them as if

From Little Britain, I went, with my cheque in my pocket, to Miss Skiffins's brother, the accountant; and

Miss Skiffins's brother, the accountant, going straight to Clarriker's and bringing Clarriker to me, I had the

great satisfaction of concluding that arrangement. It was the only good thing I had done, and the only

completed thing I had done, since I was first apprised of my great expectations.

Clarriker informing me on that occasion that the affairs of the House were steadily progressing, that he would

now be able to establish a small branchhouse in the East which was much wanted for the extension of the

business, and that Herbert in his new partnership capacity would go out and take charge of it, I found that I

must have prepared for a separation from my friend, even though my own affairs had been more settled. And

now indeed I felt as if my last anchor were loosening its hold, and I should soon be driving with the winds

But, there was recompense in the joy with which Herbert would come home of a night and tell me of these

changes, little imagining that he told me no news, and would sketch airy pictures of himself conducting Clara

Barley to the land of the Arabian Nights, and of me going out to join them (with a caravan of camels, I

believe), and of our all going up the Nile and seeing wonders. Without being sanguine as to my own part in

these bright plans, I felt that Herbert's way was clearing fast, and that old Bill Barley had but to stick to his

We had now got into the month of March. My left arm, though it presented no bad symptoms, took in the

natural course so long to heal that I was still unable to get a coat on. My right arm was tolerably restored;

On a Monday morning, when Herbert and I were at breakfast, I received the following letter from Wemmick

"Walworth. Burn this as soon as read. Early in the week, or say Wednesday, you might do what you know of,

When I had shown this to Herbert and had put it in the fire but not before we had both got it by heart we

considered what to do. For, of course my being disabled could now be no longer kept out of view.

"I have thought it over, again and again," said Herbert, "and I think I know a better course than taking a

Thames waterman. Take Startop. A good fellow, a skilled hand, fond of us, and enthusiastic and honourable."

"It is necessary to tell him very little. Let him suppose it a mere freak, but a secret one, until the morning

comes: then let him know that there is urgent reason for your getting Provis aboard and away. You go with

It had seemed to me, in the many anxious considerations I had given the point, almost indifferent what port

we made for Hamburg, Rotterdam, Antwerp the place signified little, so that he was got out of England.

Any foreign steamer that fell in our way and would take us up, would do. I had always proposed to myself to

get him well down the river in the boat; certainly well beyond Gravesend, which was a critical place for

search or inquiry if suspicion were afoot. As foreign steamers would leave London at about the time of

highwater, our plan would be to get down the river by a previous ebbtide, and lie by in some quiet spot

until we could pull off to one. The time when one would be due where we lay, wherever that might be, could

Herbert assented to all this, and we went out immediately after breakfast to pursue our investigations. We

found that a steamer for Hamburg was likely to suit our purpose best, and we directed our thoughts chiefly to

that vessel. But we noted down what other foreign steamers would leave London with the same tide, and we

satisfied ourselves that we knew the build and colour of each. We then separated for a few hours; I, to get at

once such passports as were necessary; Herbert, to see Startop at his lodgings. We both did what we had to do

without any hindrance, and when we met again at one o'clock reported it done. I, for my part, was prepared

Those two should pull a pair of oars, we settled, and I would steer; our charge would be sitter, and keep quiet;

as speed was not our object, we should make way enough. We arranged that Herbert should not come home

to dinner before going to Mill Pond Bank that evening; that he should not go there at all, tomorrow evening,

Tuesday; that he should prepare Provis to come down to some Stairs hard by the house, on Wednesday, when

he saw us approach, and not sooner; that all the arrangements with him should be concluded that Monday

night; and that he should be communicated with no more in any way, until we took him on board.

On opening the outer door of our chambers with my key, I found a letter in the box, directed to me; a very

dirty letter, though not illwritten. It had been delivered by hand (of course since I left home), and its

"If you are not afraid to come to the old marshes tonight or tomorrow night at Nine, and to come to the little

sluicehouse by the limekiln, you had better come. If you want information regarding your uncle Provis, you

had much better come and tell no one and lose no time. You must come alone. Bring this with you."

I had had load enough upon my mind before the receipt of this strange letter. What to do now, I could not tell.

And the worst was, that I must decide quickly, or I should miss the afternoon coach, which would take me

down in time for tonight. Tomorrow night I could not think of going, for it would be too close upon the

time of the flight. And again, for anything I knew, the proffered information might have some important

If I had had ample time for consideration, I believe I should still have gone. Having hardly any time for

consideration my watch showing me that the coach started within half an hour I resolved to go. I should

certainly not have gone, but for the reference to my Uncle Provis; that, coming on Wemmick's letter and the

It is so difficult to become clearly possessed of the contents of almost any letter, in a violent hurry, that I had

to read this mysterious epistle again, twice, before its injunction to me to be secret got mechanically into my

mind. Yielding to it in the same mechanical kind of way, I left a note in pencil for Herbert, telling him that as

I should be so soon going away, I knew not for how long, I had decided to hurry down and back, to ascertain

for myself how Miss Havisham was faring. I had then barely time to get my greatcoat, lock up the

chambers, and make for the coachoffice by the short byways. If I had taken a hackneychariot and gone by

the streets, I should have missed my aim; going as I did, I caught the coach just as it came out of the yard. I

was the only inside passenger, jolting away kneedeep in straw, when I came to myself.

For, I really had not been myself since the receipt of the letter; it had so bewildered me ensuing on the hurry

of the morning. The morning hurry and flutter had been great, for, long and anxiously as I had waited for

Wemmick, his hint had come like a surprise at last. And now, I began to wonder at myself for being in the

coach, and to doubt whether I had sufficient reason for being there, and to consider whether I should get out

presently and go back, and to argue against ever heeding an anonymous communication, and, in short, to pass

through all those phases of contradiction and indecision to which I suppose very few hurried people are

strangers. Still, the reference to Provis by name, mastered everything. I reasoned as I had reasoned already

without knowing it if that be reasoning in case any harm should befall him through my not going, how

It was dark before we got down, and the journey seemed long and dreary to me who could see little of it

inside, and who could not go outside in my disabled state. Avoiding the Blue Boar, I put up at an inn of

minor reputation down the town, and ordered some dinner. While it was preparing, I went to Satis House and

inquired for Miss Havisham; she was still very ill, though considered something better.

My inn had once been a part of an ancient ecclesiastical house, and I dined in a little octagonal

commonroom, like a font. As I was not able to cut my dinner, the old landlord with a shining bald head did

it for me. This bringing us into conversation, he was so good as to entertain me with my own story of

course with the popular feature that Pumblechook was my earliest benefactor and the founder of my fortunes.

"Ay, he comes back," said the landlord, "to his great friends, now and again, and gives the cold shoulder to

"No doubt he would be, if he could," returned the landlord, "but he can't. And why? Because Pumblechook

"It would turn a man's blood to white wine winegar to hear him tell of it, sir," said the landlord.

I thought, "Yet Joe, dear Joe, you never tell of it. Longsuffering and loving Joe, you never complain. Nor

"Your appetite's been touched like, by your accident," said the landlord, glancing at the bandaged arm under

"No thank you," I replied, turning from the table to brood over the fire. "I can eat no more. Please take it

I had never been struck at so keenly, for my thanklessness to Joe, as through the brazen impostor

My heart was deeply and most deservedly humbled as I mused over the fire for an hour or more. The striking

of the clock aroused me, but not from my dejection or remorse, and I got up and had my coat fastened round

my neck, and went out. I had previously sought in my pockets for the letter, that I might refer to it again, but I

could not find it, and was uneasy to think that it must have been dropped in the straw of the coach. I knew

very well, however, that the appointed place was the little sluicehouse by the limekiln on the marshes, and

the hour nine. Towards the marshes I now went straight, having no time to spare.

It was a dark night, though the full moon rose as I left the enclosed lands, and passed out upon the marshes.

Beyond their dark line there was a ribbon of clear sky, hardly broad enough to hold the red large moon. In a

few minutes she had ascended out of that clear field, in among the piled mountains of cloud.

There was a melancholy wind, and the marshes were very dismal. A stranger would have found them

insupportable, and even to me they were so oppressive that I hesitated, half inclined to go back. But, I knew

them well, and could have found my way on a far darker night, and had no excuse for returning, being there.

The direction that I took, was not that in which my old home lay, nor that in which we had pursued the

convicts. My back was turned towards the distant Hulks as I walked on, and, though I could see the old lights

away on the spits of sand, I saw them over my shoulder. I knew the limekiln as well as I knew the old

Battery, but they were miles apart; so that if a light had been burning at each point that night, there would

At first, I had to shut some gates after me, and now and then to stand still while the cattle that were lying in

the bankedup pathway, arose and blundered down among the grass and reeds. But after a little while, I

It was another halfhour before I drew near to the kiln. The lime was burning with a sluggish stifling smell,

but the fires were made up and left, and no workmen were visible. Hard by, was a small stonequarry. It lay

directly in my way, and had been worked that day, as I saw by the tools and barrows that were lying about.

Coming up again to the marsh level out of this excavation for the rude path lay through it I saw a light in

the old sluicehouse. I quickened my pace, and knocked at the door with my hand. Waiting for some reply, I

looked about me, noticing how the sluice was abandoned and broken, and how the house of wood with a

tiled roof would not be proof against the weather much longer, if it were so even now, and how the mud

and ooze were coated with lime, and how the choking vapour of the kiln crept in a ghostly way towards me.

Still there was no answer, and I knocked again. No answer still, and I tried the latch.

It rose under my hand, and the door yielded. Looking in, I saw a lighted candle on a table, a bench, and a

mattress on a truckle bedstead. As there was a loft above, I called, "Is there any one here?" but no voice

answered. Then, I looked at my watch, and, finding that it was past nine, called again, "Is there any one

here?" There being still no answer, I went out at the door, irresolute what to do.

It was beginning to rain fast. Seeing nothing save what I had seen already, I turned back into the house, and

stood just within the shelter of the doorway, looking out into the night. While I was considering that some

one must have been there lately and must soon be coming back, or the candle would not be burning, it came

into my head to look if the wick were long. I turned round to do so, and had taken up the candle in my hand,

when it was extinguished by some violent shock, and the next thing I comprehended, was, that I had been

Not only were my arms pulled close to my sides, but the pressure on my bad arm caused me exquisite pain.

Sometimes, a strong man's hand, sometimes a strong man's breast, was set against my mouth to deaden my

cries, and with a hot breath always close to me, I struggled ineffectually in the dark, while I was fastened

tight to the wall. "And now," said the suppressed voice with another oath, "call out again, and I'll make short

Faint and sick with the pain of my injured arm, bewildered by the surprise, and yet conscious how easily this

threat could be put in execution, I desisted, and tried to ease my arm were it ever so little. But, it was bound

too tight for that. I felt as if, having been burnt before, it were now being boiled.

The sudden exclusion of the night and the substitution of black darkness in its place, warned me that the man

had closed a shutter. After groping about for a little, he found the flint and steel he wanted, and began to

strike a light. I strained my sight upon the sparks that fell among the tinder, and upon which he breathed and

breathed, match in hand, but I could only see his lips, and the blue point of the match; even those, but fitfully.

The man was in no hurry, and struck again with the flint and steel. As the sparks fell thick and bright about

him, I could see his hands, and touches of his face, and could make out that he was seated and bending over

the table; but nothing more. Presently I saw his blue lips again, breathing on the tinder, and then a flare of

Whom I had looked for, I don't know. I had not looked for him. Seeing him, I felt that I was in a dangerous

He lighted the candle from the flaring match with great deliberation, and dropped the match, and trod it out.

Then, he put the candle away from him on the table, so that he could see me, and sat with his arms folded on

the table and looked at me. I made out that I was fastened to a stout perpendicular ladder a few inches from

"Ah!" he returned, "I'll let you go. I'll let you go to the moon, I'll let you go to the stars. All in good time."

"Because I mean to do it all myself. One keeps a secret better than two. Oh you enemy, you enemy!"

His enjoyment of the spectacle I furnished, as he sat with his arms folded on the table, shaking his head at me

and hugging himself, had a malignity in it that made me tremble. As I watched him in silence, he put his hand

"Do you know this?" said he, making as if he would take aim at me. "Do you know where you saw it afore?

"You did that, and that would be enough, without more. How dared you to come betwixt me and a young

"You gave it to yourself; you gained it for yourself. I could have done you no harm, if you had done yourself

"You're a liar. And you'll take any pains, and spend any money, to drive me out of this country, will you?"

said he, repeating my words to Biddy in the last interview I had with her. "Now, I'll tell you a piece of

information. It was never so well worth your while to get me out of this country as it is tonight. Ah! If it was

all your money twenty times told, to the last brass farden!" As he shook his heavy hand at me, with his mouth

"I'm agoing," said he, bringing his fist down upon the table with a heavy blow, and rising as the blow fell, to

He leaned forward staring at me, slowly unclenched his hand and drew it across his mouth as if his mouth

"You was always in Old Orlick's way since ever you was a child. You goes out of his way, this present night.

I felt that I had come to the brink of my grave. For a moment I looked wildly round my trap for any chance of

"More than that," said he, folding his arms on the table again, "I won't have a rag of you, I won't have a bone

of you, left on earth. I'll put your body in the kiln I'd carry two such to it, on my shoulders and, let people

My mind, with inconceivable rapidity, followed out all the consequences of such a death. Estella's father

would believe I had deserted him, would be taken, would die accusing me; even Herbert would doubt me,

when he compared the letter I had left for him, with the fact that I had called at Miss Havisham's gate for only

a moment; Joe and Biddy would never know how sorry I had been that night; none would ever know what I

had suffered, how true I had meant to be, what an agony I had passed through. The death close before me was

terrible, but far more terrible than death was the dread of being misremembered after death. And so quick

were my thoughts, that I saw myself despised by unborn generations Estella's children, and their children

"Now, wolf," said he, "afore I kill you like any other beast which is wot I mean to do and wot I have tied

It had passed through my thoughts to cry out for help again; though few could know better than I, the solitary

nature of the spot, and the hopelessness of aid. But as he sat gloating over me, I was supported by a scornful

detestation of him that sealed my lips. Above all things, I resolved that I would not entreat him, and that I

would die making some last poor resistance to him. Softened as my thoughts of all the rest of men were in

that dire extremity; humbly beseeching pardon, as I did, of Heaven; melted at heart, as I was, by the thought

that I had taken no farewell, and never never now could take farewell, of those who were dear to me, or could

explain myself to them, or ask for their compassion on my miserable errors; still, if I could have killed him,

He had been drinking, and his eyes were red and bloodshot. Around his neck was slung a tin bottle, as I had

often seen his meat and drink slung about him in other days. He brought the bottle to his lips, and took a fiery

"Wolf!" said he, folding his arms again, "Old Orlick's agoing to tell you somethink. It was you as did for

Again my mind, with its former inconceivable rapidity, had exhausted the whole subject of the attack upon

my sister, her illness, and her death, before his slow and hesitating speech had formed these words.

"I tell you it was your doing I tell you it was done through you," he retorted, catching up the gun, and

making a blow with the stock at the vacant air between us. "I come upon her from behind, as I come upon

you tonight. I giv' it her! I left her for dead, and if there had been a limekiln as nigh her as there is now nigh

you, she shouldn't have come to life again. But it warn't Old Orlick as did it; it was you. You was favoured,

and he was bullied and beat. Old Orlick bullied and beat, eh? Now you pays for it. You done it; now you pays

He drank again, and became more ferocious. I saw by his tilting of the bottle that there was no great quantity

left in it. I distinctly understood that he was working himself up with its contents, to make an end of me. I

knew that every drop it held, was a drop of my life. I knew that when I was changed into a part of the vapour

that had crept towards me but a little while before, like my own warning ghost, he would do as he had done in

my sister's case make all haste to the town, and be seen slouching about there, drinking at the alehouses.

My rapid mind pursued him to the town, made a picture of the street with him in it, and contrasted its lights

and life with the lonely marsh and the white vapour creeping over it, into which I should have dissolved.

It was not only that I could have summed up years and years and years while he said a dozen words, but that

what he did say presented pictures to me, and not mere words. In the excited and exalted state of my brain, I

could not think of a place without seeing it, or of persons without seeing them. It is impossible to overstate

the vividness of these images, and yet I was so intent, all the time, upon him himself who would not be

intent on the tiger crouching to spring! that I knew of the slightest action of his fingers.

When he had drunk this second time, he rose from the bench on which he sat, and pushed the table aside.

Then, he took up the candle, and shading it with his murderous hand so as to throw its light on me, stood

"Wolf, I'll tell you something more. It was Old Orlick as you tumbled over on your stairs that night."

I saw the staircase with its extinguished lamps. I saw the shadows of the heavy stairrails, thrown by the

watchman's lantern on the wall. I saw the rooms that I was never to see again; here, a door half open; there, a

"And why was Old Orlick there? I'll tell you something more, wolf. You and her have pretty well hunted me

out of this country, so far as getting a easy living in it goes, and I've took up with new companions, and new

masters. Some of 'em writes my letters when I wants 'em wrote do you mind? writes my letters, wolf!

They writes fifty hands; they're not like sneaking you, as writes but one. I've had a firm mind and a firm will

to have your life, since you was down here at your sister's burying. I han't seen a way to get you safe, and I've

looked arter you to know your ins and outs. For, says Old Orlick to himself, 'Somehow or another I'll have

Mill Pond Bank, and Chinks's Basin, and the Old Green Copper RopeWalk, all so clear and plain! Provis in

his rooms, the signal whose use was over, pretty Clara, the good motherly woman, old Bill Barley on his

back, all drifting by, as on the swift stream of my life fast running out to sea!

"You with a uncle too! Why, I know'd you at Gargery's when you was so small a wolf that I could have took

your weazen betwixt this finger and thumb and chucked you away dead (as I'd thoughts o' doing, odd times,

when I see you loitering amongst the pollards on a Sunday), and you hadn't found no uncles then. No, not

you! But when Old Orlick come for to hear that your uncle Provis had mostlike wore the legiron wot Old

Orlick had picked up, filed asunder, on these meshes ever so many year ago, and wot he kep by him till he

dropped your sister with it, like a bullock, as he means to drop you hey? when he come for to hear that

In his savage taunting, he flared the candle so close at me, that I turned my face aside, to save it from the

"Ah!" he cried, laughing, after doing it again, "the burnt child dreads the fire! Old Orlick knowed you was

burnt, Old Orlick knowed you was smuggling your uncle Provis away, Old Orlick's a match for you and

know'd you'd come tonight! Now I'll tell you something more, wolf, and this ends it. There's them that's as

good a match for your uncle Provis as Old Orlick has been for you. Let him 'ware them, when he's lost his

nevvy! Let him 'ware them, when no man can't find a rag of his dear relation's clothes, nor yet a bone of his

body. There's them that can't and that won't have Magwitch yes, I know the name! alive in the same land

with them, and that's had such sure information of him when he was alive in another land, as that he couldn't

and shouldn't leave it unbeknown and put them in danger. P'raps it's them that writes fifty hands, and that's

not like sneaking you as writes but one. 'Ware Compeyson, Magwitch, and the gallows!"

He flared the candle at me again, smoking my face and hair, and for an instant blinding me, and turned his

powerful back as he replaced the light on the table. I had thought a prayer, and had been with Joe and Biddy

There was a clear space of a few feet between the table and the opposite wall. Within this space, he now

slouched backwards and forwards. His great strength seemed to sit stronger upon him than ever before, as he

did this with his hands hanging loose and heavy at his sides, and with his eyes scowling at me. I had no grain

of hope left. Wild as my inward hurry was, and wonderful the force of the pictures that rushed by me instead

of thoughts, I could yet clearly understand that unless he had resolved that I was within a few moments of

surely perishing out of all human knowledge, he would never have told me what he had told.

Of a sudden, he stopped, took the cork out of his bottle, and tossed it away. Light as it was, I heard it fall like

a plummet. He swallowed slowly, tilting up the bottle by little and little, and now he looked at me no more.

The last few drops of liquor he poured into the palm of his hand, and licked up. Then, with a sudden hurry of

violence and swearing horribly, he threw the bottle from him, and stooped; and I saw in his hand a

The resolution I had made did not desert me, for, without uttering one vain word of appeal to him, I shouted

out with all my might, and struggled with all my might. It was only my head and my legs that I could move,

but to that extent I struggled with all the force, until then unknown, that was within me. In the same instant I

heard responsive shouts, saw figures and a gleam of light dash in at the door, heard voices and tumult, and

saw Orlick emerge from a struggle of men, as if it were tumbling water, clear the table at a leap, and fly out

After a blank, I found that I was lying unbound, on the floor, in the same place, with my head on some one's

knee. My eyes were fixed on the ladder against the wall, when I came to myself had opened on it before my

mind saw it and thus as I recovered consciousness, I knew that I was in the place where I had lost it.

Too indifferent at first, even to look round and ascertain who supported me, I was lying looking at the ladder,

"I think he's all right!" said Trabb's boy, in a sober voice; "but ain't he just pale though!"

At these words, the face of him who supported me looked over into mine, and I saw my supporter to be

The allusion made me spring up; though I dropped again from the pain in my arm. "The time has not gone by,

Herbert, has it? What night is tonight? How long have I been here?" For, I had a strange and strong

misgiving that I had been lying there a long time a day and a night two days and nights more.

"And you have all tomorrow, Tuesday, to rest in," said Herbert. "But you can't help groaning, my dear

They laid it bare, and did what they could. It was violently swollen and inflamed, and I could scarcely endure

to have it touched. But, they tore up their handkerchiefs to make fresh bandages, and carefully replaced it in

the sling, until we could get to the town and obtain some cooling lotion to put upon it. In a little while we had

shut the door of the dark and empty sluicehouse, and were passing through the quarry on our way back.

Trabb's boy Trabb's overgrown young man now went before us with a lantern, which was the light I had

seen come in at the door. But, the moon was a good two hours higher than when I had last seen the sky, and

the night though rainy was much lighter. The white vapour of the kiln was passing from us as we went by,

Entreating Herbert to tell me how he had come to my rescue which at first he had flatly refused to do, but

had insisted on my remaining quiet I learnt that I had in my hurry dropped the letter, open, in our chambers,

where he, coming home to bring with him Startop whom he had met in the street on his way to me, found it,

very soon after I was gone. Its tone made him uneasy, and the more so because of the inconsistency between

it and the hasty letter I had left for him. His uneasiness increasing instead of subsiding after a quarter of an

hour's consideration, he set off for the coachoffice, with Startop, who volunteered his company, to make

inquiry when the next coach went down. Finding that the afternoon coach was gone, and finding that his

uneasiness grew into positive alarm, as obstacles came in his way, he resolved to follow in a postchaise. So,

he and Startop arrived at the Blue Boar, fully expecting there to find me, or tidings of me; but, finding

neither, went on to Miss Havisham's, where they lost me. Hereupon they went back to the hotel (doubtless at

about the time when I was hearing the popular local version of my own story), to refresh themselves and to

get some one to guide them out upon the marshes. Among the loungers under the Boar's archway, happened

to be Trabb's boy true to his ancient habit of happening to be everywhere where he had no business and

Trabb's boy had seen me passing from Miss Havisham's in the direction of my diningplace. Thus, Trabb's

boy became their guide, and with him they went out to the sluicehouse: though by the town way to the

marshes, which I had avoided. Now, as they went along, Herbert reflected, that I might, after all, have been

brought there on some genuine and serviceable errand tending to Provis's safety, and, bethinking himself that

in that case interruption must be mischievous, left his guide and Startop on the edge of the quarry, and went

on by himself, and stole round the house two or three times, endeavouring to ascertain whether all was right

within. As he could hear nothing but indistinct sounds of one deep rough voice (this was while my mind was

so busy), he even at last began to doubt whether I was there, when suddenly I cried out loudly, and he

When I told Herbert what had passed within the house, he was for our immediately going before a magistrate

in the town, late at night as it was, and getting out a warrant. But, I had already considered that such a course,

by detaining us there, or binding us to come back, might be fatal to Provis. There was no gainsaying this

difficulty, and we relinquished all thoughts of pursuing Orlick at that time. For the present, under the

circumstances, we deemed it prudent to make rather light of the matter to Trabb's boy; who I am convinced

would have been much affected by disappointment, if he had known that his intervention saved me from the

limekiln. Not that Trabb's boy was of a malignant nature, but that he had too much spare vivacity, and that it

was in his constitution to want variety and excitement at anybody's expense. When we parted, I presented

him with two guineas (which seemed to meet his views), and told him that I was sorry ever to have had an ill

Wednesday being so close upon us, we determined to go back to London that night, three in the postchaise;

the rather, as we should then be clear away, before the night's adventure began to be talked of. Herbert got a

large bottle of stuff for my arm, and by dint of having this stuff dropped over it all the night through, I was

just able to bear its pain on the journey. It was daylight when we reached the Temple, and I went at once to

My terror, as I lay there, of falling ill and being unfitted for tomorrow, was so besetting, that I wonder it did

not disable me of itself. It would have done so, pretty surely, in conjunction with the mental wear and tear I

had suffered, but for the unnatural strain upon me that tomorrow was. So anxiously looked forward to,

charged with such consequences, its results so impenetrably hidden though so near.

No precaution could have been more obvious than our refraining from communication with him that day; yet

this again increased my restlessness. I started at every footstep and every sound, believing that he was

discovered and taken, and this was the messenger to tell me so. I persuaded myself that I knew he was taken;

that there was something more upon my mind than a fear or a presentiment; that the fact had occurred, and I

had a mysterious knowledge of it. As the day wore on and no ill news came, as the day closed in and

darkness fell, my overshadowing dread of being disabled by illness before tomorrow morning, altogether

mastered me. My burning arm throbbed, and my burning head throbbed, and I fancied I was beginning to

wander. I counted up to high numbers, to make sure of myself, and repeated passages that I knew in prose

and verse. It happened sometimes that in the mere escape of a fatigued mind, I dozed for some moments or

forgot; then I would say to myself with a start, "Now it has come, and I am turning delirious!"

They kept me very quiet all day, and kept my arm constantly dressed, and gave me cooling drinks. Whenever

I fell asleep, I awoke with the notion I had had in the sluicehouse, that a long time had elapsed and the

opportunity to save him was gone. About midnight I got out of bed and went to Herbert, with the conviction

that I had been asleep for fourandtwenty hours, and that Wednesday was past. It was the last

Wednesday morning was dawning when I looked out of window. The winking lights upon the bridges were

already pale, the coming sun was like a marsh of fire on the horizon. The river, still dark and mysterious, was

spanned by bridges that were turning coldly grey, with here and there at top a warm touch from the burning in

the sky. As I looked along the clustered roofs, with Church towers and spires shooting into the unusually

clear air, the sun rose up, and a veil seemed to be drawn from the river, and millions of sparkles burst out

upon its waters. From me too, a veil seemed to be drawn, and I felt strong and well.

Herbert lay asleep in his bed, and our old fellowstudent lay asleep on the sofa. I could not dress myself

without help, but I made up the fire, which was still burning, and got some coffee ready for them. In good

time they too started up strong and well, and we admitted the sharp morning air at the windows, and looked at

"When it turns at nine o'clock," said Herbert, cheerfully, "look out for us, and stand ready, you over there at

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the

light, and winter in the shade. We had out peacoats with us, and I took a bag. Of all my worldly possessions

I took no more than the few necessaries that filled the bag. Where I might go, what I might do, or when I

might return, were questions utterly unknown to me; nor did I vex my mind with them, for it was wholly set

on Provis's safety. I only wondered for the passing moment, as I stopped at the door and looked back, under

We loitered down to the Temple stairs, and stood loitering there, as if we were not quite decided to go upon

the water at all. Of course I had taken care that the boat should be ready and everything in order. After a little

show of indecision, which there were none to see but the two or three amphibious creatures belonging to our

Temple stairs, we went on board and cast off; Herbert in the bow, I steering. It was then about highwater

Our plan was this. The tide, beginning to run down at nine, and being with us until three, we intended still to

creep on after it had turned, and row against it until dark. We should then be well in those long reaches below

Gravesend, between Kent and Essex, where the river is broad and solitary, where the waterside inhabitants

are very few, and where lone publichouses are scattered here and there, of which we could choose one for a

restingplace. There, we meant to lie by, all night. The steamer for Hamburg, and the steamer for Rotterdam,

would start from London at about nine on Thursday morning. We should know at what time to expect them,

according to where we were, and would hail the first; so that if by any accident we were not taken abroad, we

The relief of being at last engaged in the execution of the purpose, was so great to me that I felt it difficult to

realize the condition in which I had been a few hours before. The crisp air, the sunlight, the movement on the

river, and the moving river itself the road that ran with us, seeming to sympathize with us, animate us, and

encourage us on freshened me with new hope. I felt mortified to be of so little use in the boat; but, there

were few better oarsmen than my two friends, and they rowed with a steady stroke that was to last all day.

At that time, the steamtraffic on the Thames was far below its present extent, and watermen's boats were far

more numerous. Of barges, sailing colliers, and coasting traders, there were perhaps as many as now; but, of

steamships, great and small, not a tithe or a twentieth part so many. Early as it was, there were plenty of

scullers going here and there that morning, and plenty of barges dropping down with the tide; the navigation

of the river between bridges, in an open boat, was a much easier and commoner matter in those days than it is

Old London Bridge was soon passed, and old Billingsgate market with its oysterboats and Dutchmen, and

the White Tower and Traitor's Gate, and we were in among the tiers of shipping. Here, were the Leith,

Aberdeen, and Glasgow steamers, loading and unloading goods, and looking immensely high out of the water

as we passed alongside; here, were colliers by the score and score, with the coalwhippers plunging off

stages on deck, as counterweights to measures of coal swinging up, which were then rattled over the side into

barges; here, at her moorings was tomorrow's steamer for Rotterdam, of which we took good notice; and

here tomorrow's for Hamburg, under whose bowsprit we crossed. And now I, sitting in the stern, could see

"Not well from here; but I think I see it. Now, I see him! Pull both. Easy, Herbert. Oars!"

We touched the stairs lightly for a single moment, and he was on board and we were off again. He had a

boatcloak with him, and a black canvas bag, and he looked as like a riverpilot as my heart could have

wished. "Dear boy!" he said, putting his arm on my shoulder as he took his seat. "Faithful dear boy, well

Again among the tiers of shipping, in and out, avoiding rusty chaincables frayed hempen hawsers and

bobbing buoys, sinking for the moment floating broken baskets, scattering floating chips of wood and

shaving, cleaving floating scum of coal, in and out, under the figurehead of the John of Sunderland making

a speech to the winds (as is done by many Johns), and the Betsy of Yarmouth with a firm formality of bosom

and her nobby eyes starting two inches out of her head, in and out, hammers going in shipbuilders'yards, saws

going at timber, clashing engines going at things unknown, pumps going in leaky ships, capstans going, ships

going out to sea, and unintelligible seacreatures roaring curses over the bulwarks at respondent lightermen,

in and out out at last upon the clearer river, where the ships' boys might take their fenders in, no longer

fishing in troubled waters with them over the side, and where the festooned sails might fly out to the wind.

At the Stairs where we had taken him abroad, and ever since, I had looked warily for any token of our being

suspected. I had seen none. We certainly had not been, and at that time as certainly we were not, either

attended or followed by any boat. If we had been waited on by any boat, I should have run in to shore, and

have obliged her to go on, or to make her purpose evident. But, we held our own, without any appearance of

He had his boatcloak on him, and looked, as I have said, a natural part of the scene. It was remarkable (but

perhaps the wretched life he had led, accounted for it), that he was the least anxious of any of us. He was not

indifferent, for he told me that he hoped to live to see his gentleman one of the best of gentlemen in a foreign

country; he was not disposed to be passive or resigned, as I understood it; but he had no notion of meeting

danger half way. When it came upon him, he confronted it, but it must come before he troubled himself.

"If you knowed, dear boy," he said to me, "what it is to sit here alonger my dear boy and have my smoke,

arter having been day by day betwixt four walls, you'd envy me. But you don't know what it is."

"Ah," said he, shaking his head gravely. "But you don't know it equal to me. You must have been under lock

It occurred to me as inconsistent, that for any mastering idea, he should have endangered his freedom and

even his life. But I reflected that perhaps freedom without danger was too much apart from all the habit of his

existence to be to him what it would be to another man. I was not far out, since he said, after smoking a little:

"You see, dear boy, when I was over yonder, t'other side the world, I was always alooking to this side; and it

come flat to be there, for all I was agrowing rich. Everybody knowed Magwitch, and Magwitch could come,

and Magwitch could go, and nobody's head would be troubled about him. They ain't so easy concerning me

"If all goes well," said I, "you will be perfectly free and safe again, within a few hours."

He dipped his hand in the water over the boat's gunwale, and said, smiling with that softened air upon him

"Ay, I s'pose I think so, dear boy. We'd be puzzled to be more quiet and easygoing than we are at present.

But it's aflowing so soft and pleasant through the water, p'raps, as makes me think it I was athinking

through my smoke just then, that we can no more see to the bottom of the next few hours, than we can see to

the bottom of this river what I catches hold of. Nor yet we can't no more hold their tide than I can hold this.

And it's run through my fingers and gone, you see!" holding up his dripping hand.

"Not a bit on it, dear boy! It comes of flowing on so quiet, and of that there rippling at the boat's head making

He put his pipe back in his mouth with an undisturbed expression of face, and sat as composed and contented

as if we were already out of England. Yet he was as submissive to a word of advice as if he had been in

constant terror, for, when we ran ashore to get some bottles of beer into the boat, and he was stepping out, I

hinted that I thought he would be safest where he was, and he said. "Do you, dear boy?" and quietly sat down

The air felt cold upon the river, but it was a bright day, and the sunshine was very cheering. The tide ran

strong, I took care to lose none of it, and our steady stroke carried us on thoroughly well. By imperceptible

degrees, as the tide ran out, we lost more and more of the nearer woods and hills, and dropped lower and

lower between the muddy banks, but the tide was yet with us when we were off Gravesend. As our charge

was wrapped in his cloak, I purposely passed within a boat or two's length of the floating Custom House, and

so out to catch the stream, alongside of two emigrant ships, and under the bows of a large transport with

troops on the forecastle looking down at us. And soon the tide began to slacken, and the craft lying at anchor

to swing, and presently they had all swung round, and the ships that were taking advantage of the new tide to

get up to the Pool, began to crowd upon us in a fleet, and we kept under the shore, as much out of the strength

of the tide now as we could, standing carefully off from low shallows and mudbanks.

Our oarsmen were so fresh, by dint of having occasionally let her drive with the tide for a minute or two, that

a quarter of an hour's rest proved full as much as they wanted. We got ashore among some slippery stones

while we ate and drank what we had with us, and looked about. It was like my own marsh country, flat and

monotonous, and with a dim horizon; while the winding river turned and turned, and the great floating buoys

upon it turned and turned, and everything else seemed stranded and still. For, now, the last of the fleet of

ships was round the last low point we had headed; and the last green barge, strawladen, with a brown sail,

had followed; and some ballastlighters, shaped like a child's first rude imitation of a boat, lay low in the

mud; and a little squat shoallighthouse on open piles, stood crippled in the mud on stilts and crutches; and

slimy stakes stuck out of the mud, and slimy stones stuck out of the mud, and red landmarks and tidemarks

stuck out of the mud, and an old landingstage and an old roofless building slipped into the mud, and all

We pushed off again, and made what way we could. It was much harder work now, but Herbert and Startop

persevered, and rowed, and rowed, and rowed, until the sun went down. By that time the river had lifted us a

little, so that we could see above the bank. There was the red sun, on the low level of the shore, in a purple

haze, fast deepening into black; and there was the solitary flat marsh; and far away there were the rising

grounds, between which and us there seemed to be no life, save here and there in the foreground a

As the night was fast falling, and as the moon, being past the full, would not rise early, we held a little

council: a short one, for clearly our course was to lie by at the first lonely tavern we could find. So, they plied

their oars once more, and I looked out for anything like a house. Thus we held on, speaking little, for four or

five dull miles. It was very cold, and, a collier coming by us, with her galleyfire smoking and flaring, looked

like a comfortable home. The night was as dark by this time as it would be until morning; and what light we

had, seemed to come more from the river than the sky, as the oars in their dipping struck at a few reflected

At this dismal time we were evidently all possessed by the idea that we were followed. As the tide made, it

flapped heavily at irregular intervals against the shore; and whenever such a sound came, one or other of us

was sure to start and look in that direction. Here and there, the set of the current had worn down the bank into

a little creek, and we were all suspicious of such places, and eyed them nervously. Sometimes, "What was

that ripple?" one of us would say in a low voice. Or another, "Is that a boat yonder?" And afterwards, we

would fall into a dead silence, and I would sit impatiently thinking with what an unusual amount of noise the

At length we descried a light and a roof, and presently afterwards ran alongside a little causeway made of

stones that had been picked up hard by. Leaving the rest in the boat, I stepped ashore, and found the light to

be in a window of a publichouse. It was a dirty place enough, and I dare say not unknown to smuggling

adventurers; but there was a good fire in the kitchen, and there were eggs and bacon to eat, and various

liquors to drink. Also, there were two doublebedded rooms "such as they were," the landlord said. No

other company was in the house than the landlord, his wife, and a grizzled male creature, the "Jack" of the

little causeway, who was as slimy and smeary as if he had been lowwater mark too.

With this assistant, I went down to the boat again, and we all came ashore, and brought out the oars, and

rudder, and boathook, and all else, and hauled her up for the night. We made a very good meal by the

kitchen fire, and then apportioned the bedrooms: Herbert and Startop were to occupy one; I and our charge

the other. We found the air as carefully excluded from both, as if air were fatal to life; and there were more

dirty clothes and bandboxes under the beds than I should have thought the family possessed. But, we

considered ourselves well off, notwithstanding, for a more solitary place we could not have found.

While we were comforting ourselves by the fire after our meal, the Jack who was sitting in a corner, and

who had a bloated pair of shoes on, which he had exhibited while we were eating our eggs and bacon, as

interesting relics that he had taken a few days ago from the feet of a drowned seaman washed ashore asked

me if we had seen a fouroared galley going up with the tide? When I told him No, he said she must have

"They must ha' thought better on't for some reason or another," said the Jack, "and gone down."

"They put in with a stone twogallon jar, for some beer. I'd ha'been glad to pison the beer myself," said the

"I know why," said the Jack. He spoke in a slushy voice, as if much mud had washed into his throat.

"He thinks," said the landlord: a weakly meditative man with a pale eye, who seemed to rely greatly on his

In the infinite meaning of his reply and his boundless confidence in his views, the Jack took one of his

bloated shoes off, looked into it, knocked a few stones out of it on the kitchen floor, and put it on again. He

did this with the air of a Jack who was so right that he could afford to do anything.

"Why, what do you make out that they done with their buttons then, Jack?" asked the landlord, vacillating

"Done with their buttons?" returned the Jack. "Chucked 'em overboard. Swallered 'em. Sowed 'em, to come

"Don't be cheeky, Jack," remonstrated the landlord, in a melancholy and pathetic way.

"A Custum 'Us officer knows what to do with his Buttons," said the Jack, repeating the obnoxious word with

the greatest contempt, "when they comes betwixt him and his own light. A Four and two sitters don't go

hanging and hovering, up with one tide and down with another, and both with and against another, without

there being Custum 'Us at the bottom of it." Saying which he went out in disdain; and the landlord, having no

This dialogue made us all uneasy, and me very uneasy. The dismal wind was muttering round the house, the

tide was flapping at the shore, and I had a feeling that we were caged and threatened. A fouroared galley

hovering about in so unusual a way as to attract this notice, was an ugly circumstance that I could not get rid

of. When I had induced Provis to go up to bed, I went outside with my two companions (Startop by this time

knew the state of the case), and held another council. Whether we should remain at the house until near the

steamer's time, which would be about one in the afternoon; or whether we should put off early in the

morning; was the question we discussed. On the whole we deemed it the better course to lie where we were,

until within an hour or so of the steamer's time, and then to get out in her track, and drift easily with the tide.

I lay down with the greater part of my clothes on, and slept well for a few hours. When I awoke, the wind had

risen, and the sign of the house (the Ship) was creaking and banging about, with noises that startled me.

Rising softly, for my charge lay fast asleep, I looked out of the window. It commanded the causeway where

we had hauled up our boat, and, as my eyes adapted themselves to the light of the clouded moon, I saw two

men looking into her. They passed by under the window, looking at nothing else, and they did not go down to

the landingplace which I could discern to be empty, but struck across the marsh in the direction of the Nore.

My first impulse was to call up Herbert, and show him the two men going away. But, reflecting before I got

into his room, which was at the back of the house and adjoined mine, that he and Startop had had a harder

day than I, and were fatigued, I forbore. Going back to my window, I could see the two men moving over the

marsh. In that light, however, I soon lost them, and feeling very cold, lay down to think of the matter, and fell

We were up early. As we walked to and fro, all four together, before breakfast, I deemed it right to recount

what I had seen. Again our charge was the least anxious of the party. It was very likely that the men belonged

to the Custom House, he said quietly, and that they had no thought of us. I tried to persuade myself that it was

so as, indeed, it might easily be. However, I proposed that he and I should walk away together to a distant

point we could see, and that the boat should take us aboard there, or as near there as might prove feasible, at

about noon. This being considered a good precaution, soon after breakfast he and I set forth, without saying

He smoked his pipe as we went along, and sometimes stopped to clap me on the shoulder. One would have

supposed that it was I who was in danger, not he, and that he was reassuring me. We spoke very little. As we

approached the point, I begged him to remain in a sheltered place, while I went on to reconnoitre; for, it was

towards it that the men had passed in the night. He complied, and I went on alone. There was no boat off the

point, nor any boat drawn up anywhere near it, nor were there any signs of the men having embarked there.

But, to be sure the tide was high, and there might have been some footpints under water.

When he looked out from his shelter in the distance, and saw that I waved my hat to him to come up, he

rejoined me, and there we waited; sometimes lying on the bank wrapped in our coats, and sometimes moving

about to warm ourselves: until we saw our boat coming round. We got aboard easily, and rowed out into the

track of the steamer. By that time it wanted but ten minutes of one o'clock, and we began to look out for her

But, it was halfpast one before we saw her smoke, and soon afterwards we saw behind it the smoke of

another steamer. As they were coming on at full speed, we got the two bags ready, and took that opportunity

of saying goodbye to Herbert and Startop. We had all shaken hands cordially, and neither Herbert's eyes nor

mine were quite dry, when I saw a fouroared galley shoot out from under the bank but a little way ahead of

A stretch of shore had been as yet between us and the steamer's smoke, by reason of the bend and wind of the

river; but now she was visible, coming head on. I called to Herbert and Startop to keep before the tide, that

she might see us lying by for her, and I adjured Provis to sit quite still, wrapped in his cloak. He answered

cheerily, "Trust to me, dear boy," and sat like a statue. Meantime the galley, which was very skilfully

handled, had crossed us, let us come up with her, and fallen alongside. Leaving just room enough for the play

of the oars, she kept alongside, drifting when we drifted, and pulling a stroke or two when we pulled. Of the

two sitters one held the rudder lines, and looked at us attentively as did all the rowers; the other sitter was

wrapped up, much as Provis was, and seemed to shrink, and whisper some instruction to the steerer as he

Startop could make out, after a few minutes, which steamer was first, and gave me the word "Hamburg," in a

low voice as we sat face to face. She was nearing us very fast, and the beating of her peddles grew louder and

louder. I felt as if her shadow were absolutely upon us, when the galley hailed us. I answered.

"You have a returned Transport there," said the man who held the lines. "That's the man, wrapped in the

cloak. His name is Abel Magwitch, otherwise Provis. I apprehend that man, and call upon him to surrender,

At the same moment, without giving any audible direction to his crew, he ran the galley abroad of us. They

had pulled one sudden stroke ahead, had got their oars in, had run athwart us, and were holding on to our

gunwale, before we knew what they were doing. This caused great confusion on board the steamer, and I

heard them calling to us, and heard the order given to stop the paddles, and heard them stop, but felt her

driving down upon us irresistibly. In the same moment, I saw the steersman of the galley lay his hand on his

prisoner's shoulder, and saw that both boats were swinging round with the force of the tide, and saw that all

hands on board the steamer were running forward quite frantically. Still in the same moment, I saw the

prisoner start up, lean across his captor, and pull the cloak from the neck of the shrinking sitter in the galley.

Still in the same moment, I saw that the face disclosed, was the face of the other convict of long ago. Still in

the same moment, I saw the face tilt backward with a white terror on it that I shall never forget, and heard a

great cry on board the steamer and a loud splash in the water, and felt the boat sink from under me.

It was but for an instant that I seemed to struggle with a thousand millweirs and a thousand flashes of light;

that instant past, I was taken on board the galley. Herbert was there, and Startop was there; but our boat was

What with the cries aboard the steamer, and the furious blowing off of her steam, and her driving on, and our

driving on, I could not at first distinguish sky from water or shore from shore; but, the crew of the galley

righted her with great speed, and, pulling certain swift strong strokes ahead, lay upon their oars, every man

looking silently and eagerly at the water astern. Presently a dark object was seen in it, bearing towards us on

the tide. No man spoke, but the steersman held up his hand, and all softly backed water, and kept the boat

straight and true before it. As it came nearer, I saw it to be Magwitch, swimming, but not swimming freely.

The galley was kept steady, and the silent eager lookout at the water was resumed. But, the Rotterdam

steamer now came up, and apparently not understanding what had happened, came on at speed. By the time

she had been hailed and stopped, both steamers were drifting away from us, and we were rising and falling in

a troubled wake of water. The lookout was kept, long after all was still again and the two steamers were

At length we gave it up, and pulled under the shore towards the tavern we had lately left, where we were

received with no little surprise. Here, I was able to get some comforts for Magwitch Provis no longer who

He told me that he believed himself to have gone under the keel of the steamer, and to have been struck on

the head in rising. The injury to his chest (which rendered his breathing extremely painful) he thought he had

received against the side of the galley. He added that he did not pretend to say what he might or might not

have done to Compeyson, but, that in the moment of his laying his hand on his cloak to identify him, that

villain had staggered up and staggered back, and they had both gone overboard together; when the sudden

wrenching of him (Magwitch) out of our boat, and the endeavour of his captor to keep him in it, had capsized

us. He told me in a whisper that they had gone down, fiercely locked in each other's arms, and that there had

been a struggle under water, and that he had disengaged himself, struck out, and swum away.

I never had any reason to doubt the exact truth of what he thus told me. The officer who steered the galley

When I asked this officer's permission to change the prisoner's wet clothes by purchasing any spare garments

I could get at the publichouse, he gave it readily: merely observing that he must take charge of everything

his prisoner had about him. So the pocketbook which had once been in my hands, passed into the officer's. He

further gave me leave to accompany the prisoner to London; but, declined to accord that grace to my two

The Jack at the Ship was instructed where the drowned man had gone down, and undertook to search for the

body in the places where it was likeliest to come ashore. His interest in its recovery seemed to me to be much

heightened when he heard that it had stockings on. Probably, it took about a dozen drowned men to fit him

out completely; and that may have been the reason why the different articles of his dress were in various

We remained at the publichouse until the tide turned, and then Magwitch was carried down to the galley and

put on board. Herbert and Startop were to get to London by land, as soon as they could. We had a doleful

parting, and when I took my place by Magwitch's side, I felt that that was my place henceforth while he lived.

For now, my repugnance to him had all melted away, and in the hunted wounded shackled creature who held

my hand in his, I only saw a man who had meant to be my benefactor, and who had felt affectionately,

gratefully, and generously, towards me with great constancy through a series of years. I only saw in him a

His breathing became more difficult and painful as the night drew on, and often he could not repress a groan.

I tried to rest him on the arm I could use, in any easy position; but, it was dreadful to think that I could not be

sorry at heart for his being badly hurt, since it was unquestionably best that he should die. That there were,

still living, people enough who were able and willing to identify him, I could not doubt. That he would be

leniently treated, I could not hope. He who had been presented in the worst light at his trial, who had since

broken prison and had been tried again, who had returned from transportation under a life sentence, and who

As we returned towards the setting sun we had yesterday left behind us, and as the stream of our hopes

seemed all running back, I told him how grieved I was to think that he had come home for my sake.

"Dear boy," he answered, "I'm quite content to take my chance. I've seen my boy, and he can be a gentleman

No. I had thought about that, while we had been there side by side. No. Apart from any inclinations of my

own, I understood Wemmick's hint now. I foresaw that, being convicted, his possessions would be forfeited

"Lookee here, dear boy," said he "It's best as a gentleman should not be knowed to belong to me now. Only

come to see me as if you come by chance alonger Wemmick. Sit where I can see you when I am swore to, for

"I will never stir from your side," said I, "when I am suffered to be near you. Please God, I will be as true to

I felt his hand tremble as it held mine, and he turned his face away as he lay in the bottom of the boat, and I

heard that old sound in his throat softened now, like all the rest of him. It was a good thing that he had

touched this point, for it put into my mind what I might not otherwise have thought of until too late: That he

He was taken to the Police Court next day, and would have been immediately committed for trial, but that it

was necessary to send down for an old officer of the prisonship from which he had once escaped, to speak

to his identity. Nobody doubted it; but, Compeyson, who had meant to depose to it, was tumbling on the

tides, dead, and it happened that there was not at that time any prison officer in London who could give the

required evidence. I had gone direct to Mr. Jaggers at his private house, on my arrival over night, to retain his

assistance, and Mr. Jaggers on the prisoner's behalf would admit nothing. It was the sole resource, for he told

me that the case must be over in five minutes when the witness was there, and that no power on earth could

I imparted to Mr. Jaggers my design of keeping him in ignorance of the fate of his wealth. Mr. Jaggers was

querulous and angry with me for having "let it slip through my fingers," and said we must memorialize

byandby, and try at all events for some of it. But, he did not conceal from me that although there might be

many cases in which the forfeiture would not be exacted, there were no circumstances in this case to make it

one of them. I understood that, very well. I was not related to the outlaw, or connected with him by any

recognizable tie; he had put his hand to no writing or settlement in my favour before his apprehension, and to

do so now would be idle. I had no claim, and I finally resolved, and ever afterwards abided by the resolution,

that my heart should never be sickened with the hopeless task of attempting to establish one.

There appeared to be reason for supposing that the drowned informer had hoped for a reward out of this

forfeiture, and had obtained some accurate knowledge of Magwitch's affairs. When his body was found,

many miles from the scene of his death, and so horribly disfigured that he was only recognizable by the

contents of his pockets, notes were still legible, folded in a case he carried. Among these, were the name of a

bankinghouse in New South Wales where a sum of money was, and the designation of certain lands of

considerable value. Both these heads of information were in a list that Magwitch, while in prison, gave to Mr.

Jaggers, of the possessions he supposed I should inherit. His ignorance, poor fellow, at last served him; he

never mistrusted but that my inheritance was quite safe, with Mr. Jaggers's aid.

After three days' delay, during which the crown prosecution stood over for the production of the witness from

the prisonship, the witness came, and completed the easy case. He was committed to take his trial at the next

It was at this dark time of my life that Herbert returned home one evening, a good deal cast down, and said:

"We shall lose a fine opportunity if I put off going to Cairo, and I am very much afraid I must go, Handel,

"Herbert, I shall always need you, because I shall always love you; but my need is no greater now, than at

"I have not leisure to think of that," said I. "You know that I am always with him to the full extent of the time

allowed, and that I should be with him all day long, if I could. And when I come away from him, you know

The dreadful condition to which he was brought, was so appalling to both of us, that we could not refer to it

"My dear fellow," said Herbert, "let the near prospect of our separation for, it is very near be my

justification for troubling you about yourself. Have you thought of your future?"

"But yours cannot be dismissed; indeed, my dear dear Handel, it must not be dismissed. I wish you would

"A clerk. And I hope it is not at all unlikely that he may expand (as a clerk of your acquaintance has

expanded) into a partner. Now, Handel in short, my dear boy, will you come to me?"

There was something charmingly cordial and engaging in the manner in which after saying "Now, Handel,"

as if it were the grave beginning of a portentous business exordium, he had suddenly given up that tone,

"Clara and I have talked about it again and again," Herbert pursued, "and the dear little thing begged me only

this evening, with tears in her eyes, to say to you that if you will live with us when we come together, she will

do her best to make you happy, and to convince her husband's friend that he is her friend too. We should get

I thanked her heartily, and I thanked him heartily, but said I could not yet make sure of joining him as he so

kindly offered. Firstly, my mind was too preoccupied to be able to take in the subject clearly. Secondly

Yes! Secondly, there was a vague something lingering in my thoughts that will come out very near the end of

"But if you thought, Herbert, that you could, without doing any injury to your business, leave the question

Herbert was highly delighted when we shook hands on this arrangement, and said he could now take courage

"The dear little thing," returned Herbert, "holds dutifully to her father as long as he lasts; but he won't last

"I am afraid that must be admitted," said Herbert: "and then I shall come back for the dear little thing, and the

dear little thing and I will walk quietly into the nearest church. Remember! The blessed darling comes of no

family, my dear Handel, and never looked into the red book, and hasn't a notion about her grandpapa. What a

On the Saturday in that same week, I took my leave of Herbert full of bright hope, but sad and sorry to

leave me as he sat on one of the seaport mail coaches. I went into a coffeehouse to write a little note to

Clara, telling her he had gone off, sending his love to her over and over again, and then went to my lonely

home if it deserved the name, for it was now no home to me, and I had no home anywhere.

On the stairs I encountered Wemmick, who was coming down, after an unsuccessful application of his

knuckles to my door. I had not seen him alone, since the disastrous issue of the attempted flight; and he had

come, in his private and personal capacity, to say a few words of explanation in reference to that failure.

"The late Compeyson," said Wemmick, "had by little and little got at the bottom of half of the regular

business now transacted, and it was from the talk of some of his people in trouble (some of his people being

always in trouble) that I heard what I did. I kept my ears open, seeming to have them shut, until I heard that

he was absent, and I thought that would be the best time for making the attempt. I can only suppose now, that

it was a part of his policy, as a very clever man, habitually to deceive his own instruments. You don't blame

"I am as sure of that, Wemmick, as you can be, and I thank you most earnestly for all your interest and

"Thank you, thank you very much. It's a bad job," said Wemmick, scratching his head, "and I assure you I

haven't been so cut up for a long time. What I look at, is the sacrifice of so much portable property. Dear

"Yes, to be sure," said Wemmick. "Of course there can be no objection to your being sorry for him, and I'd

put down a fivepound note myself to get him out of it. But what I look at, is this. The late Compeyson

having been beforehand with him in intelligence of his return, and being so determined to bring him to book,

I do not think he could have been saved. Whereas, the portable property certainly could have been saved.

I invited Wemmick to come upstairs, and refresh himself with a glass of grog before walking to Walworth.

He accepted the invitation. While he was drinking his moderate allowance, he said, with nothing to lead up to

"These twelve years, more likely," said Wemmick. "Yes. I'm going to take a holiday. More than that; I'm

going to take a walk. More than that; I'm going to ask you to take a walk with me."

I was about to excuse myself, as being but a bad companion just than, when Wemmick anticipated me.

"I know your engagements," said he, "and I know you are out of sorts, Mr. Pip. But if you could oblige me, I

should take it as a kindness. It ain't a long walk, and it's an early one. Say it might occupy you (including

breakfast on the walk) from eight to twelve. Couldn't you stretch a point and manage it?"

He had done so much for me at various times, that this was very little to do for him. I said I could manage it

would manage it and he was so very much pleased by my acquiescence, that I was pleased too. At his

particular request, I appointed to call for him at the Castle at halfpast eight on Monday morning, and so we

Punctual to my appointment, I rang at the Castle gate on the Monday morning, and was received by

Wemmick himself: who struck me as looking tighter than usual, and having a sleeker hat on. Within, there

were two glasses of rumandmilk prepared, and two biscuits. The Aged must have been stirring with the

lark, for, glancing into the perspective of his bedroom, I observed that his bed was empty.

When we had fortified ourselves with the rumandmilk and biscuits, and were going out for the walk with

that training preparation on us, I was considerably surprised to see Wemmick take up a fishingrod, and put it

over his shoulder. "Why, we are not going fishing!" said I. "No," returned Wemmick, "but I like to walk with

I thought this odd; however, I said nothing, and we set off. We went towards Camberwell Green, and when

There was nothing very surprising in that; but a gain, I was rather surprised, when he said, as if he were

We went in, Wemmick leaving his fishingrod in the porch, and looked all round. In the mean time,

Wemmick was diving into his coatpockets, and getting something out of paper there.

As the gloves were white kid gloves, and as the postoffice was widened to its utmost extent, I now began to

have my strong suspicions. They were strengthened into certainty when I beheld the Aged enter at a side

That discreet damsel was attired as usual, except that she was now engaged in substituting for her green kid

gloves, a pair of white. The Aged was likewise occupied in preparing a similar sacrifice for the altar of

Hymen. The old gentleman, however, experienced so much difficulty in getting his gloves on, that Wemmick

found it necessary to put him with his back against a pillar, and then to get behind the pillar himself and pull

away at them, while I for my part held the old gentleman round the waist, that he might present and equal and

safe resistance. By dint of this ingenious Scheme, his gloves were got on to perfection.

The clerk and clergyman then appearing, we were ranged in order at those fatal rails. True to his notion of

seeming to do it all without preparation, I heard Wemmick say to himself as he took something out of his

I acted in the capacity of backer, or bestman, to the bridegroom; while a little limp pew opener in a soft

bonnet like a baby's, made a feint of being the bosom friend of Miss Skiffins. The responsibility of giving the

lady away, devolved upon the Aged, which led to the clergyman's being unintentionally scandalized, and it

happened thus. When he said, "Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?" the old gentlemen, not in

the least knowing what point of the ceremony we had arrived at, stood most amiably beaming at the ten

commandments. Upon which, the clergyman said again, "WHO giveth this woman to be married to this

man?" The old gentleman being still in a state of most estimable unconsciousness, the bridegroom cried out

in his accustomed voice, "Now Aged P. you know; who giveth?" To which the Aged replied with great

briskness, before saying that he gave, "All right, John, all right, my boy!" And the clergyman came to so

gloomy a pause upon it, that I had doubts for the moment whether we should get completely married that day.

It was completely done, however, and when we were going out of church, Wemmick took the cover off the

font, and put his white gloves in it, and put the cover on again. Mrs. Wemmick, more heedful of the future,

put her white gloves in her pocket and assumed her green. "Now, Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, triumphantly

shouldering the fishingrod as we came out, "let me ask you whether anybody would suppose this to be a

Breakfast had been ordered at a pleasant little tavern, a mile or so away upon the rising ground beyond the

Green, and there was a bagatelle board in the room, in case we should desire to unbend our minds after the

solemnity. It was pleasant to observe that Mrs. Wemmick no longer unwound Wemmick's arm when it

adapted itself to her figure, but sat in a highbacked chair against the wall, like a violoncello in its case, and

We had an excellent breakfast, and when any one declined anything on table, Wemmick said, "Provided by

contract, you know; don't be afraid of it!" I drank to the new couple, drank to the Aged, drank to the Castle,

Wemmick came down to the door with me, and I again shook hands with him, and wished him joy.

"Thankee!" said Wemmick, rubbing his hands. "She's such a manager of fowls, you have no idea. You shall

have some eggs, and judge for yourself. I say, Mr. Pip!" calling me back, and speaking low. "This is

Wemmick nodded. "After what you let out the other day, Mr. Jaggers may as well not know of it. He might

He lay in prison very ill, during the whole interval between his committal for trial, and the coming round of

the Sessions. He had broken two ribs, they had wounded one of his lungs, and he breathed with great pain and

difficulty, which increased daily. It was a consequence of his hurt, that he spoke so low as to be scarcely

audible; therefore, he spoke very little. But, he was ever ready to listen to me, and it became the first duty of

Being far too ill to remain in the common prison, he was removed, after the first day or so, into the infirmary.

This gave me opportunities of being with him that I could not otherwise have had. And but for his illness he

would have been put in irons, for he was regarded as a determined prisonbreaker, and I know not what else.

Although I saw him every day, it was for only a short time; hence, the regularly recurring spaces of our

separation were long enough to record on his face any slight changes that occurred in his physical state. I do

not recollect that I once saw any change in it for the better; he wasted, and became slowly weaker and worse,

The kind of submission or resignation that he showed, was that of a man who was tired out. I sometimes

derived an impression, from his manner or from a whispered word or two which escaped him, that he

pondered over the question whether he might have been a better man under better circumstances. But, he

never justified himself by a hint tending that way, or tried to bend the past out of its eternal shape.

It happened on two or three occasions in my presence, that his desperate reputation was alluded to by one or

other of the people in attendance on him. A smile crossed his face then, and he turned his eyes on me with a

trustful look, as if he were confident that I had seen some small redeeming touch in him, even so long ago as

when I was a little child. As to all the rest, he was humble and contrite, and I never knew him complain.

When the Sessions came round, Mr. Jaggers caused an application to be made for the postponement of his

trial until the following Sessions. It was obviously made with the assurance that he could not live so long, and

was refused. The trial came on at once, and, when he was put to the bar, he was seated in a chair. No

objection was made to my getting close to the dock, on the outside of it, and holding the hand that he

The trial was very short and very clear. Such things as could be said for him, were said how he had taken to

industrious habits, and had thriven lawfully and reputably. But, nothing could unsay the fact that he had

returned, and was there in presence of the Judge and Jury. It was impossible to try him for that, and do

At that time, it was the custom (as I learnt from my terrible experience of that Sessions) to devote a

concluding day to the passing of Sentences, and to make a finishing effect with the Sentence of Death. But

for the indelible picture that my remembrance now holds before me, I could scarcely believe, even as I write

these words, that I saw twoandthirty men and women put before the Judge to receive that sentence

together. Foremost among the twoandthirty, was he; seated, that he might get breath enough to keep life in

The whole scene starts out again in the vivid colours of the moment, down to the drops of April rain on the

windows of the court, glittering in the rays of April sun. Penned in the dock, as I again stood outside it at the

corner with his hand in mine, were the twoandthirty men and women; some defiant, some stricken with

terror, some sobbing and weeping, some covering their faces, some staring gloomily about. There had been

shrieks from among the women convicts, but they had been stilled, a hush had succeeded. The sheriffs with

their great chains and nosegays, other civic gewgaws and monsters, criers, ushers, a great gallery full of

people a large theatrical audience looked on, as the twoandthirty and the Judge were solemnly

confronted. Then, the Judge addressed them. Among the wretched creatures before him whom he must single

out for special address, was one who almost from his infancy had been an offender against the laws; who,

after repeated imprisonments and punishments, had been at length sentenced to exile for a term of years; and

who, under circumstances of great violence and daring had made his escape and been resentenced to exile

for life. That miserable man would seem for a time to have become convinced of his errors, when far

removed from the scenes of his old offences, and to have lived a peaceable and honest life. But in a fatal

moment, yielding to those propensities and passions, the indulgence of which had so long rendered him a

scourge to society, he had quitted his haven of rest and repentance, and had come back to the country where

he was proscribed. Being here presently denounced, he had for a time succeeded in evading the officers of

Justice, but being at length seized while in the act of flight, he had resisted them, and had he best knew

whether by express design, or in the blindness of his hardihood caused the death of his denouncer, to whom

his whole career was known. The appointed punishment for his return to the land that had cast him out, being

The sun was striking in at the great windows of the court, through the glittering drops of rain upon the glass,

and it made a broad shaft of light between the twoandthirty and the Judge, linking both together, and

perhaps reminding some among the audience, how both were passing on, with absolute equality, to the

greater Judgment that knoweth all things and cannot err. Rising for a moment, a distinct speck of face in this

way of light, the prisoner said, "My Lord, I have received my sentence of Death from the Almighty, but I

bow to yours," and sat down again. There was some hushing, and the Judge went on with what he had to say

to the rest. Then, they were all formally doomed, and some of them were supported out, and some of them

sauntered out with a haggard look of bravery, and a few nodded to the gallery, and two or three shook hands,

and others went out chewing the fragments of herb they had taken from the sweet herbs lying about. He went

last of all, because of having to be helped from his chair and to go very slowly; and he held my hand while all

the others were removed, and while the audience got up (putting their dresses right, as they might at church or

elsewhere) and pointed down at this criminal or at that, and most of all at him and me.

I earnestly hoped and prayed that he might die before the Recorder's Report was made, but, in the dread of his

lingering on, I began that night to write out a petition to the Home Secretary of State, setting forth my

knowledge of him, and how it was that he had come back for my sake. I wrote it as fervently and pathetically

as I could, and when I had finished it and sent it in, I wrote out other petitions to such men in authority as I

hoped were the most merciful, and drew up one to the Crown itself. For several days and nights after he was

sentenced I took no rest except when I fell asleep in my chair, but was wholly absorbed in these appeals. And

after I had sent them in, I could not keep away from the places where they were, but felt as if they were more

hopeful and less desperate when I was near them. In this unreasonable restlessness and pain of mind, I would

roam the streets of an evening, wandering by those offices and houses where I had left the petitions. To the

present hour, the weary western streets of London on a cold dusty spring night, with their ranges of stern

shutup mansions and their long rows of lamps, are melancholy to me from this association.

The daily visits I could make him were shortened now, and he was more strictly kept. Seeing, or fancying,

that I was suspected of an intention of carrying poison to him, I asked to be searched before I sat down at his

bedside, and told the officer who was always there, that I was willing to do anything that would assure him of

the singleness of my designs. Nobody was hard with him, or with me. There was duty to be done, and it was

done, but not harshly. The officer always gave me the assurance that he was worse, and some other sick

prisoners in the room, and some other prisoners who attended on them as sick nurses (malefactors, but not

As the days went on, I noticed more and more that he would lie placidly looking at the white ceiling, with an

absence of light in his face, until some word of mine brightened it for an instant, and then it would subside

again. Sometimes he was almost, or quite, unable to speak; then, he would answer me with slight pressures

The number of the days had risen to ten, when I saw a greater change in him than I had seen yet. His eyes

"Dear boy," he said, as I sat down by his bed: "I thought you was late. But I knowed you couldn't be that."

"Thank'ee dear boy, thank'ee. God bless you! You've never deserted me, dear boy."

I pressed his hand in silence, for I could not forget that I had once meant to desert him.

"And what's the best of all," he said, "you've been more comfortable alonger me, since I was under a dark

He lay on his back, breathing with great difficulty. Do what he would, and love me though he did, the light

left his face ever and again, and a film came over the placid look at the white ceiling.

He had spoken his last words. He smiled, and I understood his touch to mean that he wished to lift my hand,

and lay it on his breast. I laid it there, and he smiled again, and put both his hands upon it.

The allotted time ran out, while we were thus; but, looking round, I found the governor of the prison standing

near me, and he whispered, "You needn't go yet." I thanked him gratefully, and asked, "Might I speak to him,

The governor stepped aside, and beckoned the officer away. The change, though it was made without noise,

drew back the film from the placid look at the white ceiling, and he looked most affectionately at me.

"She lived and found powerful friends. She is living now. She is a lady and very beautiful. And I love her!"

With a last faint effort, which would have been powerless but for my yielding to it and assisting it, he raised

my hand to his lips. Then, he gently let it sink upon his breast again, with his own hands lying on it. The

placid look at the white ceiling came back, and passed away, and his head dropped quietly on his breast.

Mindful, then, of what we had read together, I thought of the two men who went up into the Temple to pray,

and I knew there were no better words that I could say beside his bed, than "O Lord, be merciful to him, a

Now that I was left wholly to myself, I gave notice of my intention to quit the chambers in the Temple as

soon as my tenancy could legally determine, and in the meanwhile to underlet them. At once I put bills up in

the windows; for, I was in debt, and had scarcely any money, and began to be seriously alarmed by the state

of my affairs. I ought rather to write that I should have been alarmed if I had had energy and concentration

enough to help me to the clear perception of any truth beyond the fact that I was falling very ill. The late

stress upon me had enabled me to put off illness, but not to put it away; I knew that it was coming on me

For a day or two, I lay on the sofa, or on the floor anywhere, according as I happened to sink down with a

heavy head and aching limbs, and no purpose, and no power. Then there came one night which appeared of

great duration, and which teemed with anxiety and horror; and when in the morning I tried to sit up in my bed

Whether I really had been down in Garden Court in the dead of the night, groping about for the boat that I

supposed to be there; whether I had two or three times come to myself on the staircase with great terror, not

knowing how I had got out of bed; whether I had found myself lighting the lamp, possessed by the idea that

he was coming up the stairs, and that the lights were blown out; whether I had been inexpressibly harassed by

the distracted talking, laughing, and groaning, of some one, and had half suspected those sounds to be of my

own making; whether there had been a closed iron furnace in a dark corner of the room, and a voice had

called out over and over again that Miss Havisham was consuming within it; these were things that I tried to

settle with myself and get into some order, as I lay that morning on my bed. But, the vapour of a limekiln

would come between me and them, disordering them all, and it was through the vapour at last that I saw two

"Well, sir," returned one of them, bending down and touching me on the shoulder, "this is a matter that you'll

I made some attempt to get up and dress myself. When I next attended to them, they were standing a little off

"You see my state," said I. "I would come with you if I could; but indeed I am quite unable. If you take me

Perhaps they replied, or argued the point, or tried to encourage me to believe that I was better than I thought.

Forasmuch as they hang in my memory by only this one slender thread, I don't know what they did, except

That I had a fever and was avoided, that I suffered greatly, that I often lost my reason, that the time seemed

interminable, that I confounded impossible existences with my own identity; that I was a brick in the house

wall, and yet entreating to be released from the giddy place where the builders had set me; that I was a steel

beam of a vast engine, clashing and whirling over a gulf, and yet that I implored in my own person to have

the engine stopped, and my part in it hammered off; that I passed through these phases of disease, I know of

my own remembrance, and did in some sort know at the time. That I sometimes struggled with real people, in

the belief that they were murderers, and that I would all at once comprehend that they meant to do me good,

and would then sink exhausted in their arms, and suffer them to lay me down, I also knew at the time. But,

above all, I knew that there was a constant tendency in all these people who, when I was very ill, would

present all kinds of extraordinary transformations of the human face, and would be much dilated in size

above all, I say, I knew that there was an extraordinary tendency in all these people, sooner or later to settle

After I had turned the worst point of my illness, I began to notice that while all its other features changed, this

one consistent feature did not change. Whoever came about me, still settled down into Joe. I opened my eyes

in the night, and I saw in the great chair at the bedside, Joe. I opened my eyes in the day, and, sitting on the

windowseat, smoking his pipe in the shaded open window, still I saw Joe. I asked for cooling drink, and the

dear hand that gave it me was Joe's. I sank back on my pillow after drinking, and the face that looked so

"O Joe, you break my heart! Look angry at me, Joe. Strike me, Joe. Tell me of my ingratitude. Don't be so

For, Joe had actually laid his head down on the pillow at my side and put his arm round my neck, in his joy

"Which dear old Pip, old chap," said Joe, "you and me was ever friends. And when you're well enough to go

After which, Joe withdrew to the window, and stood with his back towards me, wiping his eyes. And as my

extreme weakness prevented me from getting up and going to him, I lay there, penitently whispering, "O God

Joe's eyes were red when I next found him beside me; but, I was holding his hand, and we both felt happy.

"Pretty nigh, old chap. For, as I says to Biddy when the news of your being ill were brought by letter, which it

were brought by the post and being formerly single he is now married though underpaid for a deal of walking

and shoeleather, but wealth were not a object on his part, and marriage were the great wish of his hart"

"It is so delightful to hear you, Joe! But I interrupt you in what you said to Biddy."

"Which it were," said Joe, "that how you might be amongst strangers, and that how you and me having been

ever friends, a wisit at such a moment might not prove unacceptabobble. And Biddy, her word were, 'Go to

him, without loss of time.' That," said Joe, summing up with his judicial air, "were the word of Biddy. 'Go to

him,' Biddy say, 'without loss of time.' In short, I shouldn't greatly deceive you," Joe added, after a little grave

reflection, "if I represented to you that the word of that young woman were, 'without a minute's loss of time.'"

There Joe cut himself short, and informed me that I was to be talked to in great moderation, and that I was to

take a little nourishment at stated frequent times, whether I felt inclined for it or not, and that I was to submit

myself to all his orders. So, I kissed his hand, and lay quiet, while he proceeded to indite a note to Biddy,

Evidently, Biddy had taught Joe to write. As I lay in bed looking at him, it made me, in my weak state, cry

again with pleasure to see the pride with which he set about his letter. My bedstead, divested of its curtains,

had been removed, with me upon it, into the sittingroom, as the airiest and largest, and the carpet had been

taken away, and the room kept always fresh and wholesome night and day. At my own writingtable, pushed

into a corner and cumbered with little bottles, Joe now sat down to his great work, first choosing a pen from

the pentray as if it were a chest of large tools, and tucking up his sleeves as if he were going to wield a

crowbar or sledgehammer. It was necessary for Joe to hold on heavily to the table with his left elbow, and to

get his right leg well out behind him, before he could begin, and when he did begin, he made every

downstroke so slowly that it might have been six feet long, while at every upstroke I could hear his pen

spluttering extensively. He had a curious idea that the inkstand was on the side of him where it was not, and

constantly dipped his pen into space, and seemed quite satisfied with the result. Occasionally, he was tripped

up by some orthographical stumblingblock, but on the whole he got on very well indeed, and when he had

signed his name, and had removed a finishing blot from the paper to the crown of his head with his two

forefingers, he got up and hovered about the table, trying the effect of his performance from various points of

Not to make Joe uneasy by talking too much, even if I had been able to talk much, I deferred asking him

about Miss Havisham until next day. He shook his head when I then asked him if she had recovered.

"Why you see, old chap," said Joe, in a tone of remonstrance, and by way of getting at it by degrees, "I

"Arter you was took ill, pretty much about what you might call (if you was put to it) a week," said Joe; still

"Well, old chap," said Joe, "it do appear that she had settled the most of it, which I meantersay tied it up, on

Miss Estella. But she had wrote out a little coddleshell in her own hand a day or two afore the accident,

leaving a cool four thousand to Mr. Matthew Pocket. And why, do you suppose, above all things, Pip, she left

that cool four thousand unto him? 'Because of Pip's account of him the said Matthew.' I am told by Biddy,

that air the writing," said Joe, repeating the legal turn as if it did him infinite good, 'account of him the said

I never discovered from whom Joe derived the conventional temperature of the four thousand pounds, but it

appeared to make the sum of money more to him, and he had a manifest relish in insisting on its being cool.

This account gave me great joy, as it perfected the only good thing I had done. I asked Joe whether he had

"Miss Sarah," said Joe, "she have twentyfive pound perannium fur to buy pills, on account of being bilious.

Miss Georgiana, she have twenty pound down. Mrs. what's the name of them wild beasts with humps, old

Joe nodded. "Mrs. Camels," by which I presently understood he meant Camilla, "she have five pound fur to

The accuracy of these recitals was sufficiently obvious to me, to give me great confidence in Joe's

information. "And now," said Joe, "you ain't that strong yet, old chap, that you can take in more nor one

additional shovelfull today. Old Orlick he's been a bustin'open a dwellingouse."

"Not, I grant, you, but what his manners is given to blusterous," said Joe, apologetically; "still, a

Englishman's ouse is his Castle, and castles must not be busted 'cept when done in war time. And wotsume'er

"That's it, Pip," said Joe; "and they took his till, and they took his cashbox, and they drinked his wine, and

they partook of his wittles, and they slapped his face, and they pulled his nose, and they tied him up to his

bedpust, and they giv' him a dozen, and they stuffed his mouth full of flowering annuals to prewent his crying

By these approaches we arrived at unrestricted conversation. I was slow to gain strength, but I did slowly and

surely become less weak, and Joe stayed with me, and I fancied I was little Pip again.

For, the tenderness of Joe was so beautifully proportioned to my need, that I was like a child in his hands. He

would sit and talk to me in the old confidence, and with the old simplicity, and in the old unassertive

protecting way, so that I would half believe that all my life since the days of the old kitchen was one of the

mental troubles of the fever that was gone. He did everything for me except the household work, for which he

had engaged a very decent woman, after paying off the laundress on his first arrival. "Which I do assure you,

Pip," he would often say, in explanation of that liberty; "I found her a tapping the spare bed, like a cask of

beer, and drawing off the feathers in a bucket, for sale. Which she would have tapped yourn next, and draw'd

it off with you a laying on it, and was then a carrying away the coals gradiwally in the souptureen and

We looked forward to the day when I should go out for a ride, as we had once looked forward to the day of

my apprenticeship. And when the day came, and an open carriage was got into the Lane, Joe wrapped me up,

took me in his arms, carried me down to it, and put me in, as if I were still the small helpless creature to

And Joe got in beside me, and we drove away together into the country, where the rich summer growth was

already on the trees and on the grass, and sweet summer scents filled all the air. The day happened to be

Sunday, and when I looked on the loveliness around me, and thought how it had grown and changed, and

how the little wild flowers had been forming, and the voices of the birds had been strengthening, by day and

by night, under the sun and under the stars, while poor I lay burning and tossing on my bed, the mere

remembrance of having burned and tossed there, came like a check upon my peace. But, when I heard the

Sunday bells, and looked around a little more upon the outspread beauty, I felt that I was not nearly thankful

enough that I was too weak yet, to be even that and I laid my head on Joe's shoulder, as I had laid it long

ago when he had taken me to the Fair or where not, and it was too much for my young senses.

More composure came to me after a while, and we talked as we used to talk, lying on the grass at the old

Battery. There was no change whatever in Joe. Exactly what he had been in my eyes then, he was in my eyes

When we got back again and he lifted me out, and carried me so easily across the court and up the stairs,

I thought of that eventful Christmas Day when he had carried me over the marshes. We had not yet made any

allusion to my change of fortune, nor did I know how much of my late history he was acquainted with. I was

so doubtful of myself now, and put so much trust in him, that I could not satisfy myself whether I ought to

"Have you heard, Joe," I asked him that evening, upon further consideration, as he smoked his pipe at the

"Well! I heerd as it were a person what sent the person what giv'you the banknotes at the Jolly Bargemen,

"Did you hear that he was dead, Joe?" I presently asked, with increasing diffidence.

"I think," said Joe, after meditating a long time, and looking rather evasively at the windowseat, "as I did

hear tell that how he were something or another in a general way in that direction."

"If you would like to hear, Joe" I was beginning, when Joe got up and came to my sofa.

"Lookee here, old chap," said Joe, bending over me. "Ever the best of friends; ain't us, Pip?"

"Wery good, then," said Joe, as if I had answered; "that's all right, that's agreed upon. Then why go into

subjects, old chap, which as betwixt two sech must be for ever onnecessary? There's subjects enough as

betwixt two sech, without onnecessary ones. Lord! To think of your poor sister and her Rampages! And don't

"Lookee here, old chap," said Joe. "I done what I could to keep you and Tickler in sunders, but my power

were not always fully equal to my inclinations. For when your poor sister had a mind to drop into you, it were

not so much," said Joe, in his favourite argumentative way, "that she dropped into me too, if I put myself in

opposition to her but that she dropped into you always heavier for it. I noticed that. It ain't a grab at a man's

whisker, not yet a shake or two of a man (to which your sister was quite welcome), that 'ud put a man off

from getting a little child out of punishment. But when that little child is dropped into, heavier, for that grab

of whisker or shaking, then that man naterally up and says to himself, 'Where is the good as you are adoing?

I grant you I see the 'arm,' says the man, 'but I don't see the good. I call upon you, sir, therefore, to pint out the

"Well, old chap," said Joe, "then abide by your words. If he's always right (which in general he's more likely

wrong), he's right when he says this: Supposing ever you kep any little matter to yourself, when you was a

little child, you kep it mostly because you know'd as J. Gargery's power to part you and Tickler in sunders,

were not fully equal to his inclinations. Therefore, think no more of it as betwixt two sech, and do not let us

pass remarks upon onnecessary subjects. Biddy giv' herself a deal o' trouble with me afore I left (for I am

almost awful dull), as I should view it in this light, and, viewing it in this light, as I should so put it. Both of

which," said Joe, quite charmed with his logical arrangement, "being done, now this to you a true friend, say.

Namely. You mustn't go aoverdoing on it, but you must have your supper and your wineandwater, and

The delicacy with which Joe dismissed this theme, and the sweet tact and kindness with which Biddy who

with her woman's wit had found me out so soon had prepared him for it, made a deep impression on my

mind. But whether Joe knew how poor I was, and how my great expectations had all dissolved, like our own

Another thing in Joe that I could not understand when it first began to develop itself, but which I soon arrived

at a sorrowful comprehension of, was this: As I became stronger and better, Joe became a little less easy with

me. In my weakness and entire dependence on him, the dear fellow had fallen into the old tone, and called me

by the old names, the dear "old Pip, old chap," that now were music in my ears. I too had fallen into the old

ways, only happy and thankful that he let me. But, imperceptibly, though I held by them fast, Joe's hold upon

them began to slacken; and whereas I wondered at this, at first, I soon began to understand that the cause of it

Ah! Had I given Joe no reason to doubt my constancy, and to think that in prosperity I should grow cold to

him and cast him off? Had I given Joe's innocent heart no cause to feel instinctively that as I got stronger, his

hold upon me would be weaker, and that he had better loosen it in time and let me go, before I plucked

It was on the third or fourth occasion of my going out walking in the Temple Gardens leaning on Joe's arm,

that I saw this change in him very plainly. We had been sitting in the bright warm sunlight, looking at the

"See, Joe! I can walk quite strongly. Now, you shall see me walk back by myself."

"Which do not overdo it, Pip," said Joe; "but I shall be happy fur to see you able, sir."

The last word grated on me; but how could I remonstrate! I walked no further than the gate of the gardens,

and then pretended to be weaker than I was, and asked Joe for his arm. Joe gave it me, but was thoughtful.

I, for my part, was thoughtful too; for, how best to check this growing change in Joe, was a great perplexity to

my remorseful thoughts. That I was ashamed to tell him exactly how I was placed, and what I had come

down to, I do not seek to conceal; but, I hope my reluctance was not quite an unworthy one. He would want

to help me out of his little savings, I knew, and I knew that he ought not to help me, and that I must not suffer

It was a thoughtful evening with both of us. But, before we went to bed, I had resolved that I would wait over

tomorrow, tomorrow being Sunday, and would begin my new course with the new week. On Monday

morning I would speak to Joe about this change, I would lay aside this last vestige of reserve, I would tell

him what I had in my thoughts (that Secondly, not yet arrived at), and why I had not decided to go out to

Herbert, and then the change would be conquered for ever. As I cleared, Joe cleared, and it seemed as though

We had a quiet day on the Sunday, and we rode out into the country, and then walked in the fields.

"We have had a time together, Joe, that I can never forget. There were days once, I know, that I did for a

"Pip," said Joe, appearing a little hurried and troubled, "there has been larks, And, dear sir, what have been

At night, when I had gone to bed, Joe came into my room, as he had done all through my recovery. He asked

Joe patted the coverlet on my shoulder with his great good hand, and said, in what I thought a husky voice,

When I got up in the morning, refreshed and stronger yet, I was full of my resolution to tell Joe all, without

delay. I would tell him before breakfast. I would dress at once and go to his room and surprise him; for, it was

the first day I had been up early. I went to his room, and he was not there. Not only was he not there, but his

I hurried then to the breakfasttable, and on it found a letter. These were its brief contents.

"Not wishful to intrude I have departured fur you are well again dear Pip and will do better without JO.

Enclosed in the letter, was a receipt for the debt and costs on which I had been arrested. Down to that moment

I had vainly supposed that my creditor had withdrawn or suspended proceedings until I should be quite

recovered. I had never dreamed of Joe's having paid the money; but, Joe had paid it, and the receipt was in his

What remained for me now, but to follow him to the dear old forge, and there to have out my disclosure to

him, and my penitent remonstrance with him, and there to relieve my mind and heart of that reserved

Secondly, which had begun as a vague something lingering in my thoughts, and had formed into a settled

The purpose was, that I would go to Biddy, that I would show her how humbled and repentant I came back,

that I would tell her how I had lost all I once hoped for, that I would remind her of our old confidences in my

first unhappy time. Then, I would say to her, "Biddy, I think you once liked me very well, when my errant

heart, even while it strayed away from you, was quieter and better with you than it ever has been since. If you

can like me only half as well once more, if you can take me with all my faults and disappointments on my

head, if you can receive me like a forgiven child (and indeed I am as sorry, Biddy, and have as much need of

a hushing voice and a soothing hand), I hope I am a little worthier of you that I was not much, but a little.

And, Biddy, it shall rest with you to say whether I shall work at the forge with Joe, or whether I shall try for

any different occupation down in this country, or whether we shall go away to a distant place where an

opportunity awaits me, which I set aside when it was offered, until I knew your answer. And now, dear

Biddy, if you can tell me that you will go through the world with me, you will surely make it a better world

for me, and me a better man for it, and I will try hard to make it a better world for you."

Such was my purpose. After three days more of recovery, I went down to the old place, to put it in execution;

The tidings of my high fortunes having had a heavy fall, had got down to my native place and its

neighbourhood, before I got there. I found the Blue Boar in possession of the intelligence, and I found that it

made a great change in the Boar's demeanour. Whereas the Boar had cultivated my good opinion with warm

assiduity when I was coming into property, the Boar was exceedingly cool on the subject now that I was

It was evening when I arrived, much fatigued by the journey I had so often made so easily. The Boar could

not put me into my usual bedroom, which was engaged (probably by some one who had expectations), and

could only assign me a very indifferent chamber among the pigeons and postchaises up the yard. But, I had

as sound a sleep in that lodging as in the most superior accommodation the Boar could have given me, and

Early in the morning while my breakfast was getting ready, I strolled round by Satis House. There were

printed bills on the gate, and on bits of carpet hanging out of the windows, announcing a sale by auction of

the Household Furniture and Effects, next week. The House itself was to be sold as old building materials and

pulled down. LOT 1 was marked in whitewashed knockknee letters on the brew house; LOT 2 on that part

of the main building which had been so long shut up. Other lots were marked off on other parts of the

structure, and the ivy had been torn down to make room for the inscriptions, and much of it trailed low in the

dust and was withered already. Stepping in for a moment at the open gate and looking around me with the

uncomfortable air of a stranger who had no business there, I saw the auctioneer's clerk walking on the casks

and telling them off for the information of a catalogue compiler, pen in hand, who made a temporary desk of

When I got back to my breakfast in the Boar's coffeeroom, I found Mr. Pumblechook conversing with the

landlord. Mr. Pumblechook (not improved in appearance by his late nocturnal adventure) was waiting for me,

"Young man, I am sorry to see you brought low. But what else could be expected! What else could be

As he extended his hand with a magnificently forgiving air, and as I was broken by illness and unfit to

"William," said Mr. Pumblechook to the waiter, "put a muffin on table. And has it come to this! Has it come

I frowningly sat down to my breakfast. Mr. Pumblechook stood over me and poured out my tea before I

could touch the teapot with the air of a benefactor who was resolved to be true to the last.

"William," said Mr. Pumblechook, mournfully, "put the salt on. In happier times," addressing me, "I think

you took sugar. And did you take milk? You did. Sugar and milk. William, bring a watercress."

"You don't eat 'em," returned Mr. Pumblechook, sighing and nodding his head several times, as if he might

have expected that, and as if abstinence from watercresses were consistent with my downfall. "True. The

I went on with my breakfast, and Mr. Pumblechook continued to stand over me, staring fishily and breathing

"Little more than skin and bone!" mused Mr. Pumblechook, aloud. "And yet when he went from here (I may

say with my blessing), and I spread afore him my humble store, like the Bee, he was as plump as a Peach!"

This reminded me of the wonderful difference between the servile manner in which he had offered his hand

in my new prosperity, saying, "May I?" and the ostentatious clemency with which he had just now exhibited

"Hah!" he went on, handing me the breadandbutter. "And air you agoing to Joseph?"

"In heaven's name," said I, firing in spite of myself, "what does it matter to you where I am going? Leave that

It was the worst course I could have taken, because it gave Pumblechook the opportunity he wanted.

"Yes, young man," said he, releasing the handle of the article in question, retiring a step or two from my

table, and speaking for the behoof of the landlord and waiter at the door, "I will leave that teapot alone. You

are right, young man. For once, you are right. I forgit myself when I take such an interest in your breakfast, as

to wish your frame, exhausted by the debilitating effects of prodigygality, to be stimilated by the 'olesome

nourishment of your forefathers. And yet," said Pumblechook, turning to the landlord and waiter, and

pointing me out at arm's length, "this is him as I ever sported with in his days of happy infancy! Tell me not it

A low murmur from the two replied. The waiter appeared to be particularly affected.

"This is him," said Pumblechook, "as I have rode in my shaycart. This is him as I have seen brought up by

hand. This is him untoe the sister of which I was uncle by marriage, as her name was Georgiana M'ria from

The waiter seemed convinced that I could not deny it, and that it gave the case a black look.

"Young man," said Pumblechook, screwing his head at me in the old fashion, "you air agoing to Joseph.

What does it matter to me, you ask me, where you air agoing? I say to you, Sir, you air agoing to Joseph."

"Now," said Pumblechook, and all this with a most exasperating air of saying in the cause of virtue what was

perfectly convincing and conclusive, "I will tell you what to say to Joseph. Here is Squires of the Boar

present, known and respected in this town, and here is William, which his father's name was Potkins if I do

"In their presence," pursued Pumblechook, "I will tell you, young man, what to say to Joseph. Says you,

"Joseph, I have this day seen my earliest benefactor and the founder of my fortun's. I will name no names,

"Say that likewise," retorted Pumblechook. "Say you said that, and even Joseph will probably betray

"Says you," Pumblechook went on, "'Joseph, I have seen that man, and that man bears you no malice and

bears me no malice. He knows your character, Joseph, and is well acquainted with your pigheadedness and

ignorance; and he knows my character, Joseph, and he knows my want of gratitoode. Yes, Joseph,' says you,"

here Pumblechook shook his head and hand at me, "'he knows my total deficiency of common human

gratitoode. He knows it, Joseph, as none can. You do not know it, Joseph, having no call to know it, but that

Windy donkey as he was, it really amazed me that he could have the face to talk thus to mine.

"Says you, 'Joseph, he gave me a little message, which I will now repeat. It was, that in my being brought

low, he saw the finger of Providence. He knowed that finger when he saw it, Joseph, and he saw it plain. It

pinted out this writing, Joseph. Reward of ingratitoode to his earliest benefactor, and founder of fortun's. But

that man said he did not repent of what he had done, Joseph. Not at all. It was right to do it, it was kind to do

"It's pity," said I, scornfully, as I finished my interrupted breakfast, "that the man did not say what he had

"Squires of the Boar!" Pumblechook was now addressing the landlord, "and William! I have no objections to

your mentioning, either uptown or downtown, if such should be your wishes, that it was right to do it, kind

With those words the Impostor shook them both by the hand, with an air, and left the house; leaving me much

more astonished than delighted by the virtues of that same indefinite "it." "I was not long after him in leaving

the house too, and when I went down the Highstreet I saw him holding forth (no doubt to the same effect) at

his shop door to a select group, who honoured me with very unfavourable glances as I passed on the opposite

But, it was only the pleasanter to turn to Biddy and to Joe, whose great forbearance shone more brightly than

before, if that could be, contrasted with this brazen pretender. I went towards them slowly, for my limbs were

weak, but with a sense of increasing relief as I drew nearer to them, and a sense of leaving arrogance and

The June weather was delicious. The sky was blue, the larks were soaring high over the green corn, I thought

all that countryside more beautiful and peaceful by far than I had ever known it to be yet. Many pleasant

pictures of the life that I would lead there, and of the change for the better that would come over my character

when I had a guiding spirit at my side whose simple faith and clear homewisdom I had proved, beguiled my

way. They awakened a tender emotion in me; for, my heart was softened by my return, and such a change had

come to pass, that I felt like one who was toiling home barefoot from distant travel, and whose wanderings

The schoolhouse where Biddy was mistress, I had never seen; but, the little roundabout lane by which I

entered the village for quietness' sake, took me past it. I was disappointed to find that the day was a holiday;

no children were there, and Biddy's house was closed. Some hopeful notion of seeing her busily engaged in

But, the forge was a very short distance off, and I went towards it under the sweet green limes, listening for

the clink of Joe's hammer. Long after I ought to have heard it, and long after I had fancied I heard it and

found it but a fancy, all was still. The limes were there, and the white thorns were there, and the

chestnuttrees were there, and their leaves rustled harmoniously when I stopped to listen; but, the clink of

Almost fearing, without knowing why, to come in view of the forge, I saw it at last, and saw that it was

closed. No gleam of fire, no glittering shower of sparks, no roar of bellows; all shut up, and still.

But, the house was not deserted, and the best parlour seemed to be in use, for there were white curtains

fluttering in its window, and the window was open and gay with flowers. I went softly towards it, meaning to

At first Biddy gave a cry, as if she thought it was my apparition, but in another moment she was in my

embrace. I wept to see her, and she wept to see me; I, because she looked so fresh and pleasant; she, because

"It's my weddingday," cried Biddy, in a burst of happiness, "and I am married to Joe!"

They had taken me into the kitchen, and I had laid my head down on the old deal table. Biddy held one of my

hands to her lips, and Joe's restoring touch was on my shoulder. "Which he warn't strong enough, my dear,

fur to be surprised," said Joe. And Biddy said, "I ought to have thought of it, dear Joe, but I was too happy."

They were both so overjoyed to see me, so proud to see me, so touched by my coming to them, so delighted

My first thought was one of great thankfulness that I had never breathed this last baffled hope to Joe. How

often, while he was with me in my illness, had it risen to my lips. How irrevocable would have been his

"Dear Biddy," said I, "you have the best husband in the whole world, and if you could have seen him by my

"And, dear Joe, you have the best wife in the whole world, and she will make you as happy as even you

Joe looked at me with a quivering lip, and fairly put his sleeve before his eyes.

"And Joe and Biddy both, as you have been to church today, and are in charity and love with all mankind,

receive my humble thanks for all you have done for me and all I have so ill repaid! And when I say that I am

going away within the hour, for I am soon going abroad, and that I shall never rest until I have worked for the

money with which you have kept me out of prison, and have sent it to you, don't think, dear Joe and Biddy,

that if I could repay it a thousand times over, I suppose I could cancel a farthing of the debt I owe you, or that

"But I must say more. Dear Joe, I hope you will have children to love, and that some little fellow will sit in

this chimney corner of a winter night, who may remind you of another little fellow gone out of it for ever.

Don't tell him, Joe, that I was thankless; don't tell him, Biddy, that I was ungenerous and unjust; only tell him

that I honoured you both, because you were both so good and true, and that, as your child, I said it would be

"I ain't agoing," said Joe, from behind his sleeve, "to tell him nothink o' that natur, Pip. Nor Biddy ain't. Nor

"And now, though I know you have already done it in your own kind hearts, pray tell me, both, that you

forgive me! Pray let me hear you say the words, that I may carry the sound of them away with me, and then I

shall be able to believe that you can trust me, and think better of me, in the time to come!"

"O dear old Pip, old chap," said Joe. "God knows as I forgive you, if I have anythink to forgive!"

Now let me go up and look at my old little room, and rest there a few minutes by myself, and then when I

have eaten and drunk with you, go with me as far as the fingerpost, dear Joe and Biddy, before we say

I sold all I had, and put aside as much as I could, for a composition with my creditors who gave me ample

time to pay them in full and I went out and joined Herbert. Within a month, I had quitted England, and

within two months I was clerk to Clarriker and Co., and within four months I assumed my first undivided

responsibility. For, the beam across the parlour ceiling at Mill Pond Bank, had then ceased to tremble under

old Bill Barley's growls and was at peace, and Herbert had gone away to marry Clara, and I was left in sole

Many a year went round, before I was a partner in the House; but, I lived happily with Herbert and his wife,

and lived frugally, and paid my debts, and maintained a constant correspondence with Biddy and Joe. It was

not until I became third in the Firm, that Clarriker betrayed me to Herbert; but, he then declared that the

secret of Herbert's partnership had been long enough upon his conscience, and he must tell it. So, he told it,

and Herbert was as much moved as amazed, and the dear fellow and I were not the worse friends for the long

concealment. I must not leave it to be supposed that we were ever a great house, or that we made mints of

money. We were not in a grand way of business, but we had a good name, and worked for our profits, and did

very well. We owed so much to Herbert's ever cheerful industry and readiness, that I often wondered how I

had conceived that old idea of his inaptitude, until I was one day enlightened by the reflection, that perhaps

For eleven years, I had not seen Joe nor Biddy with my bodily eyesthough they had both been often before

my fancy in the Eastwhen, upon an evening in December, an hour or two after dark, I laid my hand softly on

the latch of the old kitchen door. I touched it so softly that I was not heard, and looked in unseen. There,

smoking his pipe in the old place by the kitchen firelight, as hale and as strong as ever though a little grey, sat

Joe; and there, fenced into the corner with Joe's leg, and sitting on my own little stool looking at the fire, was

"We giv' him the name of Pip for your sake, dear old chap," said Joe, delighted when I took another stool by

the child's side (but I did not rumple his hair), "and we hoped he might grow a little bit like you, and we think

I thought so too, and I took him out for a walk next morning, and we talked immensely, understanding one

another to perfection. And I took him down to the churchyard, and set him on a certain tombstone there, and

he showed me from that elevation which stone was sacred to the memory of Philip Pirrip, late of this Parish,

"Biddy," said I, when I talked with her after dinner, as her little girl lay sleeping in her lap, "you must give

"So Herbert and Clara say, but I don't think I shall, Biddy. I have so settled down in their home, that it's not at

Biddy looked down at her child, and put its little hand to her lips, and then put the good matronly hand with

which she had touched it, into mine. There was something in the action and in the light pressure of Biddy's

"My dear Biddy, I have forgotten nothing in my life that ever had a foremost place there, and little that ever

had any place there. But that poor dream, as I once used to call it, has all gone by, Biddy, all gone by!"

Nevertheless, I knew while I said those words, that I secretly intended to revisit the site of the old house that

I had heard of her as leading a most unhappy life, and as being separated from her husband, who had used her

with great cruelty, and who had become quite renowned as a compound of pride, avarice, brutality, and

meanness. And I had heard of the death of her husband, from an accident consequent on his illtreatment of a

horse. This release had befallen her some two years before; for anything I knew, she was married again.

The early dinnerhour at Joe's, left me abundance of time, without hurrying my talk with Biddy, to walk over

to the old spot before dark. But, what with loitering on the way, to look at old objects and to think of old

There was no house now, no brewery, no building whatever left, but the wall of the old garden. The cleared

space had been enclosed with a rough fence, and, looking over it, I saw that some of the old ivy had struck

root anew, and was growing green on low quiet mounds of ruin. A gate in the fence standing ajar, I pushed it

A cold silvery mist had veiled the afternoon, and the moon was not yet up to scatter it. But, the stars were

shining beyond the mist, and the moon was coming, and the evening was not dark. I could trace out where

every part of the old house had been, and where the brewery had been, and where the gate, and where the

casks. I had done so, and was looking along the desolate gardenwalk, when I beheld a solitary figure in it.

The figure showed itself aware of me, as I advanced. It had been moving towards me, but it stood still. As I

drew nearer, I saw it to be the figure of a woman. As I drew nearer yet, it was about to turn away, when it

stopped, and let me come up with it. Then, it faltered as if much surprised, and uttered my name, and I cried

The freshness of her beauty was indeed gone, but its indescribable majesty and its indescribable charm

remained. Those attractions in it, I had seen before; what I had never seen before, was the saddened softened

light of the once proud eyes; what I had never felt before, was the friendly touch of the once insensible hand.

We sat down on a bench that was near, and I said, "After so many years, it is strange that we should thus meet

The moon began to rise, and I thought of the placid look at the white ceiling, which had passed away. The

moon began to rise, and I thought of the pressure on my hand when I had spoken the last words he had heard

"I have very often hoped and intended to come back, but have been prevented by many circumstances. Poor,

The silvery mist was touched with the first rays of the moonlight, and the same rays touched the tears that

dropped from her eyes. Not knowing that I saw them, and setting herself to get the better of them, she said

"Were you wondering, as you walked along, how it came to be left in this condition?"

"The ground belongs to me. It is the only possession I have not relinquished. Everything else has gone from

me, little by little, but I have kept this. It was the subject of the only determined resistance I made in all the

"At last it is. I came here to take leave of it before its change. And you," she said, in a voice of touching

"Of late, very often. There was a long hard time when I kept far from me, the remembrance, of what I had

thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth. But, since my duty has not been incompatible with the

"I little thought," said Estella, "that I should take leave of you in taking leave of this spot. I am very glad to

"Glad to part again, Estella? To me, parting is a painful thing. To me, the remembrance of our last parting has

"But you said to me," returned Estella, very earnestly, 'God bless you, God forgive you!' And if you could say

that to me then, you will not hesitate to say that to me now now, when suffering has been stronger than all

other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but

I hope into a better shape. Be as considerate and good to me as you were, and tell me we are friends."

"We are friends," said I, rising and bending over her, as she rose from the bench.

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago

when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light