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Chapter 18

1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 0 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 aloud. Of that group I was one.

2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 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 turnpike-keeper 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 cosey state of mind we came to the verdict Wilful Murder.

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 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 watched the group of faces.

4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 “Well!” said the stranger to Mr. Wopsle, when the reading was done, “you have settled it all to your own satisfaction, I have no doubt?”

5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Everybody started and looked up, as if it were the murderer. He looked at everybody coldly and sarcastically.

6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 “Guilty, of course?” said he. “Out with it. Come!”

7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 “Sir,” returned Mr. Wopsle, “without having the honor of your acquaintance, I do say Guilty.” Upon this we all took courage to unite in a confirmatory murmur.

8 Leave a comment on paragraph 8 0 “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—proved—to be guilty?”

9 Leave a comment on paragraph 9 0 “Sir,” Mr. Wopsle began to reply, “as an Englishman myself, I—”

10 Leave a comment on paragraph 10 0 “Come!” said the stranger, biting his forefinger at him. “Don’t evade the question. Either you know it, or you don’t know it. Which is it to be?”

11 Leave a comment on paragraph 11 0 He stood with his head on one side and himself on one side, in a bullying, interrogative manner, and he threw his forefinger at Mr. Wopsle,—as it were to mark him out—before biting it again.

12 Leave a comment on paragraph 12 0 “Now!” said he. “Do you know it, or don’t you know it?”

13 Leave a comment on paragraph 13 0 “Certainly I know it,” replied Mr. Wopsle.

14 Leave a comment on paragraph 14 0 “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 been cross-examined?”

15 Leave a comment on paragraph 15 0 Mr. Wopsle was beginning, “I can only say—” when the stranger stopped him.

16 Leave a comment on paragraph 16 0 “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 cross-examined? Come, I only want one word from you. Yes, or no?”

17 Leave a comment on paragraph 17 0 Mr. Wopsle hesitated, and we all began to conceive rather a poor opinion of him.

18 Leave a comment on paragraph 18 0 “Come!” said the stranger, “I’ll help you. You don’t deserve help, but I’ll help you. Look at that paper you hold in your hand. What is it?”

19 Leave a comment on paragraph 19 0 “What is it?” repeated Mr. Wopsle, eyeing it, much at a loss.

20 Leave a comment on paragraph 20 0 “Is it,” pursued the stranger in his most sarcastic and suspicious manner, “the printed paper you have just been reading from?”

21 Leave a comment on paragraph 21 0 “Undoubtedly.”

22 Leave a comment on paragraph 22 0 “Undoubtedly. Now, turn to that paper, and tell me whether it distinctly states that the prisoner expressly said that his legal advisers instructed him altogether to reserve his defence?”

23 Leave a comment on paragraph 23 0 “I read that just now,” Mr. Wopsle pleaded.

24 Leave a comment on paragraph 24 0 “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 to-day. 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 think Mr. Wopsle full of subterfuge.) “Well? Have you found it?”

25 Leave a comment on paragraph 25 0 “Here it is,” said Mr. Wopsle.

26 Leave a comment on paragraph 26 0 “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 it?”

27 Leave a comment on paragraph 27 0 Mr. Wopsle answered, “Those are not the exact words.”

28 Leave a comment on paragraph 28 0 “Not the exact words!” repeated the gentleman bitterly. “Is that the exact substance?”

29 Leave a comment on paragraph 29 0 “Yes,” said Mr. Wopsle.

30 Leave a comment on paragraph 30 0 “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 fellow-creature guilty, unheard?”

31 Leave a comment on paragraph 31 0 We all began to suspect that Mr. Wopsle was not the man we had thought him, and that he was beginning to be found out.

32 Leave a comment on paragraph 32 0 “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, and would a true verdict give according to the evidence, so help him God!”

33 Leave a comment on paragraph 33 0 We were all deeply persuaded that the unfortunate Wopsle had gone too far, and had better stop in his reckless career while there was yet time.

34 Leave a comment on paragraph 34 0 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.

35 Leave a comment on paragraph 35 0 “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?”

36 Leave a comment on paragraph 36 0 “Here is the man,” said Joe.

37 Leave a comment on paragraph 37 0 The strange gentleman beckoned him out of his place, and Joe went.

38 Leave a comment on paragraph 38 0 “You have an apprentice,” pursued the stranger, “commonly known as Pip? Is he here?”

39 Leave a comment on paragraph 39 0 “I am here!” I cried.

40 Leave a comment on paragraph 40 0 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 deep-set eyes, his bushy black eyebrows, his large watch-chain, his strong black dots of beard and whisker, and even the smell of scented soap on his great hand.

41 Leave a comment on paragraph 41 0 “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 nothing to do with that.”

42 Leave a comment on paragraph 42 0 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 parlor, which was feebly lighted by one candle.

43 Leave a comment on paragraph 43 0 It began with the strange gentleman’s sitting down at the table, drawing the candle to him, and looking over some entries in his pocket-book. He then put up the pocket-book and set the candle a little aside, after peering round it into the darkness at Joe and me, to ascertain which was which.

44 Leave a comment on paragraph 44 0 “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 confidential agent of another, I do. No less, no more.”

45 Leave a comment on paragraph 45 0 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.

46 Leave a comment on paragraph 46 0 “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 doing?”

47 Leave a comment on paragraph 47 0 “Lord forbid that I should want anything for not standing in Pip’s way,” said Joe, staring.

48 Leave a comment on paragraph 48 0 “Lord forbidding is pious, but not to the purpose,” returned Mr. Jaggers. “The question is, Would you want anything? Do you want anything?”

49 Leave a comment on paragraph 49 0 “The answer is,” returned Joe, sternly, “No.”

50 Leave a comment on paragraph 50 0 I thought Mr. Jaggers glanced at Joe, as if he considered him a fool for his disinterestedness. But I was too much bewildered between breathless curiosity and surprise, to be sure of it.

51 Leave a comment on paragraph 51 0 “Very well,” said Mr. Jaggers. “Recollect the admission you have made, and don’t try to go from it presently.”

52 Leave a comment on paragraph 52 0 “Who’s a going to try?” retorted Joe.

53 Leave a comment on paragraph 53 0 “I don’t say anybody is. Do you keep a dog?”

54 Leave a comment on paragraph 54 0 “Yes, I do keep a dog.”

55 Leave a comment on paragraph 55 0 “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.”

56 Leave a comment on paragraph 56 0 Joe and I gasped, and looked at one another.

57 Leave a comment on paragraph 57 0 “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 gentleman,—in a word, as a young fellow of great expectations.”

58 Leave a comment on paragraph 58 0 My dream was out; my wild fancy was surpassed by sober reality; Miss Havisham was going to make my fortune on a grand scale.

59 Leave a comment on paragraph 59 0 “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 condition. But if you have any objection, this is the time to mention it.”

60 Leave a comment on paragraph 60 0 My heart was beating so fast, and there was such a singing in my ears, that I could scarcely stammer I had no objection.

61 Leave a comment on paragraph 61 0 “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.”

62 Leave a comment on paragraph 62 0 Once more, I stammered with difficulty that I had no objection.

63 Leave a comment on paragraph 63 0 “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 and necessity of at once entering on that advantage.”

64 Leave a comment on paragraph 64 0 I said I had always longed for it.

65 Leave a comment on paragraph 65 0 “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 it?”

66 Leave a comment on paragraph 66 0 I stammered yes, that was it.

67 Leave a comment on paragraph 67 0 “Good. Now, your inclinations are to be consulted. I don’t think that wise, mind, but it’s my trust. Have you ever heard of any tutor whom you would prefer to another?”

68 Leave a comment on paragraph 68 0 I had never heard of any tutor but Biddy and Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt; so, I replied in the negative.

69 Leave a comment on paragraph 69 0 “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 is one Mr. Matthew Pocket.”

70 Leave a comment on paragraph 70 0 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 dress on the bride’s table.

71 Leave a comment on paragraph 71 0 “You know the name?” said Mr. Jaggers, looking shrewdly at me, and then shutting up his eyes while he waited for my answer.

72 Leave a comment on paragraph 72 0 My answer was, that I had heard of the name.

73 Leave a comment on paragraph 73 0 “Oh!” said he. “You have heard of the name. But the question is, what do you say of it?”

74 Leave a comment on paragraph 74 0 I said, or tried to say, that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation—

75 Leave a comment on paragraph 75 0 “No, my young friend!” he interrupted, shaking his great head very slowly. “Recollect yourself!”

76 Leave a comment on paragraph 76 0 Not recollecting myself, I began again that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation—

77 Leave a comment on paragraph 77 0 “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. Pip. Try another.”

78 Leave a comment on paragraph 78 0 Correcting myself, I said that I was much obliged to him for his mention of Mr. Matthew Pocket—

79 Leave a comment on paragraph 79 0That‘s more like it!” cried Mr. Jaggers.—And (I added), I would gladly try that gentleman.

80 Leave a comment on paragraph 80 0 “Good. You had better try him in his own house. The way shall be prepared for you, and you can see his son first, who is in London. When will you come to London?”

81 Leave a comment on paragraph 81 0 I said (glancing at Joe, who stood looking on, motionless), that I supposed I could come directly.

82 Leave a comment on paragraph 82 0 “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?”

83 Leave a comment on paragraph 83 0 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 pushed the money over, and sat swinging his purse and eyeing Joe.

84 Leave a comment on paragraph 84 0 “Well, Joseph Gargery? You look dumbfoundered?”

85 Leave a comment on paragraph 85 0 “I am!” said Joe, in a very decided manner.

86 Leave a comment on paragraph 86 0 “It was understood that you wanted nothing for yourself, remember?”

87 Leave a comment on paragraph 87 0 “It were understood,” said Joe. “And it are understood. And it ever will be similar according.”

88 Leave a comment on paragraph 88 0 “But what,” said Mr. Jaggers, swinging his purse,—”what if it was in my instructions to make you a present, as compensation?”

89 Leave a comment on paragraph 89 0 “As compensation what for?” Joe demanded.

90 Leave a comment on paragraph 90 0 “For the loss of his services.”

91 Leave a comment on paragraph 91 0 Joe laid his hand upon my shoulder with the touch of a woman. I have often thought him since, like the steam-hammer that can crush a man or pat an egg-shell, in his combination of strength with gentleness. “Pip is that hearty welcome,” said Joe, “to go free with his services, to honor 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 the forge—and ever the best of friends!—”

92 Leave a comment on paragraph 92 0 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 the rustle of an angel’s wing!

93 Leave a comment on paragraph 93 0 But I encouraged Joe at the time. I was lost in the mazes of my future fortunes, and could not retrace the by-paths 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 bent on gouging himself, but said not another word.

94 Leave a comment on paragraph 94 0 Mr. Jaggers had looked on at this, as one who recognized in Joe the village idiot, and in me his keeper. When it was over, he said, weighing in his hand the purse he had ceased to swing:—

95 Leave a comment on paragraph 95 0 “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 demonstration of a fell pugilistic purpose.

96 Leave a comment on paragraph 96 0 “Which I meantersay,” cried Joe, “that if you come into my place bull-baiting 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 stand or fall by!”

97 Leave a comment on paragraph 97 0 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 bull-baited 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. They were these.

98 Leave a comment on paragraph 98 0 “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 hackney-coach at the stage-coach 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. Understand that!”

99 Leave a comment on paragraph 99 0 He was throwing his finger at both of us, and I think would have gone on, but for his seeming to think Joe dangerous, and going off.

100 Leave a comment on paragraph 100 0 Something came into my head which induced me to run after him, as he was going down to the Jolly Bargemen, where he had left a hired carriage.

101 Leave a comment on paragraph 101 0 “I beg your pardon, Mr. Jaggers.”

102 Leave a comment on paragraph 102 0 “Halloa!” said he, facing round, “what’s the matter?”

103 Leave a comment on paragraph 103 0 “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?”

104 Leave a comment on paragraph 104 0 “No,” said he, looking as if he hardly understood me.

105 Leave a comment on paragraph 105 0 “I don’t mean in the village only, but up town?”

106 Leave a comment on paragraph 106 0 “No,” said he. “No objection.”

107 Leave a comment on paragraph 107 0 I thanked him and ran home again, and there I found that Joe had already locked the front door and vacated the state parlor, 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.

108 Leave a comment on paragraph 108 0 My sister was in her cushioned chair in her corner, and Biddy sat at her needle-work 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.

109 Leave a comment on paragraph 109 0 At length I got out, “Joe, have you told Biddy?”

110 Leave a comment on paragraph 110 0 “No, Pip,” returned Joe, still looking at the fire, and holding his knees tight, as if he had private information that they intended to make off somewhere, “which I left it to yourself, Pip.”

111 Leave a comment on paragraph 111 0 “I would rather you told, Joe.”

112 Leave a comment on paragraph 112 0 “Pip’s a gentleman of fortun’ then,” said Joe, “and God bless him in it!”

113 Leave a comment on paragraph 113 0 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 congratulations that I rather resented.

114 Leave a comment on paragraph 114 0 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 being a gentleman that I didn’t half like it.

115 Leave a comment on paragraph 115 0 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 election cry, and I cannot suggest a darker picture of her state of mind.

116 Leave a comment on paragraph 116 0 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 may have been, without quite knowing it, dissatisfied with myself.

117 Leave a comment on paragraph 117 0 Any how, 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 or sign.

118 Leave a comment on paragraph 118 0 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 life.

119 Leave a comment on paragraph 119 0 “Saturday night,” said I, when we sat at our supper of bread and cheese and beer. “Five more days, and then the day before the day! They’ll soon go.”

120 Leave a comment on paragraph 120 0 “Yes, Pip,” observed Joe, whose voice sounded hollow in his beer-mug. “They’ll soon go.”

121 Leave a comment on paragraph 121 0 “Soon, soon go,” said Biddy.

122 Leave a comment on paragraph 122 0 “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 disagreeable to be stared at by all the people here.”

123 Leave a comment on paragraph 123 0 “Mr. and Mrs. Hubble might like to see you in your new gen-teel 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 take it as a compliment.”

124 Leave a comment on paragraph 124 0 “That’s just what I don’t want, Joe. They would make such a business of it,—such a coarse and common business,—that I couldn’t bear myself.”

125 Leave a comment on paragraph 125 0 “Ah, that indeed, Pip!” said Joe. “If you couldn’t abear yourself—”

126 Leave a comment on paragraph 126 0 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?”

127 Leave a comment on paragraph 127 0 “Biddy,” I returned with some resentment, “you are so exceedingly quick that it’s difficult to keep up with you.”

128 Leave a comment on paragraph 128 0 (“She always were quick,” observed Joe.)

129 Leave a comment on paragraph 129 0 “If you had waited another moment, Biddy, you would have heard me say that I shall bring my clothes here in a bundle one evening,—most likely on the evening before I go away.”

130 Leave a comment on paragraph 130 0 Biddy said no more. Handsomely forgiving her, I soon exchanged an affectionate good night 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 Havisham’s, and Biddy and Estella.

131 Leave a comment on paragraph 131 0 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.

132 Leave a comment on paragraph 132 0 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 first night of my bright fortunes should be the loneliest I had ever known.

133 Leave a comment on paragraph 133 0 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 it any more.

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