- •Chapter II
- •It was not very polite to herself, I thought, to imply that I should be told lies by her even if I did ask questions. But she never was polite unless there was company.
- •Chapter III
- •Chapter iv2
- •Chapter V
- •Chapter VI
- •Chapter VII
- •I derived from this, that Joe's education, like Steam, was yet in its infancy. Pursuing the subject, I inquired,—
- •I broke out crying and begging pardon, and hugged Joe round the neck: who dropped the poker to hug me, and to say, "Ever the best of friends; an't us, Pip? Don't cry, old chap!"
- •I was going to retort with an inquiry, and had got as far as "Why—" when Joe stopped me.
- •I looked as grateful as any boy possibly could, who was wholly uninformed why he ought to assume that expression.
- •Chapter VIII
- •I answered, more in shyness than politeness, "After you, miss."
- •Chapter IX
- •Chapter X
- •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 shilling and catching up the paper. "Two One-Pound notes?"
- •Chapter XI
- •I was going to wish her many happy returns, when she lifted her stick.
- •Chapter XII
- •Chapter XIII
- •Chapter XIV
- •Chapter XV
- •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 seemed to render it more probable.
- •I had been looking round,—in fact, for Estella,—and I stammered that I hoped she was well.
- •Chapter XVI
- •Chapter XVII
- •Chapter XVIII
- •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.
- •I said, or tried to say, that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation—
- •I said (glancing at Joe, who stood looking on, motionless), that I supposed I could come directly.
- •Chapter XIX
- •It was such a very provoking question (for it had never in the most distant manner occurred to me), that I said, snappishly,—
- •Chapter XX
- •Chapter XXI
- •Chapter XXII
- •I thanked him and said I would. I informed him in exchange that my Christian name was Philip.
- •I had been doing this, in an excess of attention to his recital. I thanked him, and apologized. He said, "Not at all," and resumed.
- •I thought of her having said, "Matthew will come and see me at last when I am laid dead upon that table;" and I asked Herbert whether his father was so inveterate against her?
- •It struck me as a singular implication that you couldn't be out of a counting-house, you know, and look about you; but I silently deferred to his experience.
- •Chapter XXIII
- •Chapter XXIV
- •I said I should be delighted to accept his hospitality.
- •Chapter XXV
- •I really thought he was still speaking of the fowl, until he added, "Because I have got an aged parent at my place." I then said what politeness required.
- •I was falling into meditation on my guardian's greatness, when Wemmick remarked:—
- •I said, decidedly.
- •Chapter XXVI
- •I told him I had come up again to say how sorry I was that anything disagreeable should have occurred, and that I hoped he would not blame me much.
- •In about a month after that, the Spider's time with Mr. Pocket was up for good, and, to the great relief of all the house but Mrs. Pocket, he went home to the family hole.
- •Chapter XXVII
- •I received this letter by the post on Monday morning, and therefore its appointment was for next day. Let me confess exactly with what feelings I looked forward to Joe's coming.
- •I was so unwilling to see the look again, that I made no remonstrance against this tone.
- •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.
- •Chapter XXVIII
- •Chapter XXIX
- •I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there could be no such beauty without it.
- •I considered, and said, "Never."
- •Chapter XXX
- •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 reluctant concession to truth and justice;—as if I wanted to deny it!
- •I assured him of my keeping the secret, and begged to be favored with further particulars. He had spoken so sensibly and feelingly of my weakness that I wanted to know something about his strength.
- •Chapter XXXI
- •I had been afraid until then to say a word about the play. But then, Mr. Waldengarver looked up at us complacently, and said,—
- •Chapter XXXII
- •I said, "Indeed?" and the man's eyes looked at me, and then looked over my head, and then looked all round me, and then he drew his hand across his lips and laughed.
- •Chapter XXXIII
- •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.
- •Chapter XXXIV
- •Chapter XXXV
- •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.
- •Chapter XXXVI
- •I could have posted a newspaper in his mouth, he made it so wide after saying this.
- •Chapter XXXVII
- •I nodded at the old gentleman as Wemmick himself might have nodded, and we went in and sat down by the fireside.
- •Chapter XXXVIII
- •It happened on the occasion of this visit that some sharp words arose between Estella and Miss Havisham. It was the first time I had ever seen them opposed.
- •Chapter XXXIX
- •In his heat and triumph, and in his knowledge that I had been nearly fainting, he did not remark on my reception of all this. It was the one grain of relief I had.
- •Chapter xl
- •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 words, "And what I done is worked out and paid for!" fell to at his breakfast.
- •Chapter xli
- •It was a comfort to shake hands upon it, and walk up and down again, with only that done.
- •Chapter xlii
- •I answered, No.
- •I shut the book and nodded slightly to Herbert, and put the book by; but we neither of us said anything, and both looked at Provis as he stood smoking by the fire.
- •Chapter xliii
- •Chapter xliv
- •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 this outburst.
- •Chapter xlv
- •In watching his face, I made quite a firework of the Aged's sausage, and greatly discomposed both my own attention and Wemmick's; for which I apologized.
- •I thanked him for his valuable advice, and asked him what Herbert had done?
- •Chapter xlvi
- •I had become aware of an alarming growling overhead, and had probably expressed the fact in my countenance.
- •It was a curious place, indeed; but remarkably well kept and clean.
- •Chapter xlvii
- •Involuntarily I looked round me, as I was accustomed to look round me when I went home; for these mysterious words gave me a chill.
- •Chapter xlviii
- •It was as much as I could do to assent.
- •I had told Wemmick of his showing us her wrists, that day of the dinner party.
- •Chapter xlix
- •I was rather afraid of stating it, for it sounded a large sum. "Nine hundred pounds."
- •Chapter l
- •I had started, but not under his touch. His words had given me a start.
- •Chapter li
- •Chapter lii
- •Chapter liii
- •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 escape; but there was none.
- •In his savage taunting, he flared the candle so close at me that I turned my face aside to save it from the flame.
- •Chapter liv
- •I never had any reason to doubt the exact truth of what he thus told me. The officer who steered the galley gave the same account of their going overboard.
- •Chapter lv
- •It was at this dark time of my life that Herbert returned home one evening, a good deal cast down, and said,—
- •I saw that his delicacy was avoiding the right word, so I said, "a clerk."
- •I thought this odd; however, I said nothing, and we set off. We went towards Camberwell Green, and when we were thereabouts, Wemmick said suddenly,—
- •Chapter lvi
- •I pressed his hand in silence, for I could not forget that I had once meant to desert him.
- •Chapter lvii
- •I made some attempt to get up and dress myself. When I next attended to them, they were standing a little off from the bed, looking at me. I still lay there.
- •I was ashamed to answer him.
- •I hurried then to the breakfast-table, and on it found a letter. These were its brief contents:—
- •Chapter lviii
- •It was the worst course I could have taken, because it gave Pumblechook the opportunity he wanted.
- •I looked at both of them, from one to the other, and then—
- •Chapter lix
Chapter l
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 neck. My hair had been caught by the fire, but not my head or face.
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 that I was deeply grateful for.
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 Herbert, seeing that, did his utmost to hold my attention engaged.
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 of so many hours, not of so many weeks.
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 light, he went back to it spontaneously.
"I sat with Provis last night, Handel, two good hours."
"Where was Clara?"
"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."
"And then you will be married, Herbert?"
"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 speaking of Provis. Do you know, Handel, he improves?"
"I said to you I thought he was softened when I last saw him."
"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?"