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Chapter 51

1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 0 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 wiser head than my own.

2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 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 me. Perhaps the latter possibility may be the nearer to the truth.

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Any way, I could scarcely be withheld from going out to Gerrard Street 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 to-morrow, 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 Giltspur Street by Smithfield, I left Herbert to go his way into the City, and took my way to Little Britain.

4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 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.

5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 My appearance, with my arm bandaged and my coat loose over my shoulders, favored 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 at the present moment.

6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 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 check 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 well-polished boots, looked on at me. “I am sorry, Pip,” said he, as I put the check in my pocket, when he had signed it, “that we do nothing for you.”

7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 “Miss Havisham was good enough to ask me,” I returned, “whether she could do nothing for me, and I told her No.”

8 Leave a comment on paragraph 8 0 “Everybody should know his own business,” said Mr. Jaggers. And I saw Wemmick’s lips form the words “portable property.”

9 Leave a comment on paragraph 9 0 “I should not have told her No, if I had been you,” said Mr Jaggers; “but every man ought to know his own business best.”

10 Leave a comment on paragraph 10 0 “Every man’s business,” said Wemmick, rather reproachfully towards me, “is portable property.”

11 Leave a comment on paragraph 11 0 As I thought the time was now come for pursuing the theme I had at heart, I said, turning on Mr. Jaggers:—

12 Leave a comment on paragraph 12 0 “I did ask something of Miss Havisham, however, sir. I asked her to give me some information relative to her adopted daughter, and she gave me all she possessed.”

13 Leave a comment on paragraph 13 0 “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 best.”

14 Leave a comment on paragraph 14 0 “I know more of the history of Miss Havisham’s adopted child than Miss Havisham herself does, sir. I know her mother.”

15 Leave a comment on paragraph 15 0 Mr. Jaggers looked at me inquiringly, and repeated “Mother?”

16 Leave a comment on paragraph 16 0 “I have seen her mother within these three days.”

17 Leave a comment on paragraph 17 0 “Yes?” said Mr. Jaggers.

18 Leave a comment on paragraph 18 0 “And so have you, sir. And you have seen her still more recently.”

19 Leave a comment on paragraph 19 0 “Yes?” said Mr. Jaggers.

20 Leave a comment on paragraph 20 0 “Perhaps I know more of Estella’s history than even you do,” said I. “I know her father too.”

21 Leave a comment on paragraph 21 0 A certain stop that Mr. Jaggers came to in his manner—he was too self-possessed 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.

22 Leave a comment on paragraph 22 0 “So! You know the young lady’s father, Pip?” said Mr. Jaggers.

23 Leave a comment on paragraph 23 0 “Yes,” I replied, “and his name is Provis—from New South Wales.”

24 Leave a comment on paragraph 24 0 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 sooner checked, but he did start, though he made it a part of the action of taking out his pocket-handkerchief. 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 unknown to him between us.

25 Leave a comment on paragraph 25 0 “And on what evidence, Pip,” asked Mr. Jaggers, very coolly, as he paused with his handkerchief half way to his nose, “does Provis make this claim?”

26 Leave a comment on paragraph 26 0 “He does not make it,” said I, “and has never made it, and has no knowledge or belief that his daughter is in existence.”

27 Leave a comment on paragraph 27 0 For once, the powerful pocket-handkerchief 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 with stern attention at me, though with an immovable face.

28 Leave a comment on paragraph 28 0 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, and was intent upon the table before him.

29 Leave a comment on paragraph 29 0 “Hah!” said Mr. Jaggers at last, as he moved towards the papers on the table. “What item was it you were at, Wemmick, when Mr. Pip came in?”

30 Leave a comment on paragraph 30 0 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!”

31 Leave a comment on paragraph 31 0 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 bolder.

32 Leave a comment on paragraph 32 1 “What’s all this?” said Mr. Jaggers. “You with an old father, and you with pleasant and playful ways?”

33 Leave a comment on paragraph 33 0 “Well!” returned Wemmick. “If I don’t bring ’em here, what does it matter?”

34 Leave a comment on paragraph 34 0 “Pip,” said Mr. Jaggers, laying his hand upon my arm, and smiling openly, “this man must be the most cunning impostor in all London.”

35 Leave a comment on paragraph 35 0 “Not a bit of it,” returned Wemmick, growing bolder and bolder. “I think you’re another.”

36 Leave a comment on paragraph 36 0 Again they exchanged their former odd looks, each apparently still distrustful that the other was taking him in.

37 Leave a comment on paragraph 37 0You with a pleasant home?” said Mr. Jaggers.

38 Leave a comment on paragraph 38 0 “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, when you’re tired of all this work.”

39 Leave a comment on paragraph 39 0 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.”

40 Leave a comment on paragraph 40 0 He waited for me to declare that I quite understood that he expressly said that he admitted nothing.

41 Leave a comment on paragraph 41 0 “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 and bring up.”

42 Leave a comment on paragraph 42 0 “I follow you, sir.”

43 Leave a comment on paragraph 43 0 “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, forsworn, made orphans, bedevilled somehow.”

44 Leave a comment on paragraph 44 0 “I follow you, sir.”

45 Leave a comment on paragraph 45 0 “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, 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 done, and that the woman was cleared.”

46 Leave a comment on paragraph 46 0 “I understand you perfectly.”

47 Leave a comment on paragraph 47 0 “But that I make no admissions?”

48 Leave a comment on paragraph 48 0 “That you make no admissions.” And Wemmick repeated, “No admissions.”

49 Leave a comment on paragraph 49 0 “Put the case, Pip, that passion and the terror of death had a little shaken the woman’s intellects, 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?”

50 Leave a comment on paragraph 50 0 “Quite.”

51 Leave a comment on paragraph 51 0 “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 wind of it. Put that last case to yourself very carefully.”

52 Leave a comment on paragraph 52 0 “I do.”

53 Leave a comment on paragraph 53 0 “I ask Wemmick to put it to himself very carefully.”

54 Leave a comment on paragraph 54 0 And Wemmick said, “I do.”

55 Leave a comment on paragraph 55 1 “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.”

56 Leave a comment on paragraph 56 0 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 item was it you were at when Mr. Pip came in?”

57 Leave a comment on paragraph 57 0 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.

58 Leave a comment on paragraph 58 0 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 with a tear.

59 Leave a comment on paragraph 59 0 “What are you about?” demanded Wemmick, with the utmost indignation. “What do you come snivelling here for?”

60 Leave a comment on paragraph 60 0 “I didn’t go to do it, Mr. Wemmick.”

61 Leave a comment on paragraph 61 0 “You did,” said Wemmick. “How dare you? You’re not in a fit state to come here, if you can’t come here without spluttering like a bad pen. What do you mean by it?”

62 Leave a comment on paragraph 62 0 “A man can’t help his feelings, Mr. Wemmick,” pleaded Mike.

63 Leave a comment on paragraph 63 0 “His what?” demanded Wemmick, quite savagely. “Say that again!”

64 Leave a comment on paragraph 64 0 “Now look here my man,” said Mr. Jaggers, advancing a step, and pointing to the door. “Get out of this office. I’ll have no feelings here. Get out.”

65 Leave a comment on paragraph 65 0 “It serves you right,” said Wemmick, “Get out.”

66 Leave a comment on paragraph 66 0 So, the unfortunate Mike very humbly withdrew, and Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick appeared to have re-established their good understanding, and went to work again with an air of refreshment upon them as if they had just had lunch.

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