Great Expectations - The Original Classic Edition. Dickens Charles

his hands; as if he had some urgent reason in his mind for being particular to half a quarter of an ounce.

       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, and was coming after us in long strides on the tips of his toes.

       Estella told me we were both to go in, so I took Joe by the coat-cuff and conducted him into Miss Havisham's presence. She was seated at her dressing-table, and looked round at us immediately.

       "Oh!" said she to Joe. "You are the husband of the sister of this boy?"

       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.

       "You are the husband," repeated Miss Havisham, "of the sister of this boy?"

       It was very aggravating; but, throughout the interview, Joe persisted in addressing Me instead of Miss Havisham.

       "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 time what you might call (if you was anyways inclined) a

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       single man."

       "Well!" said Miss Havisham. "And you have reared the boy, with the intention of taking him for your apprentice; is that so, Mr. Gargery?"

       "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 such-like,-- 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 your part, and Pip it were the great wish of your hart!"

       It was quite in vain for me to endeavor 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 in being to Me.

       "Have you brought his indentures with you?" asked Miss Havisham.

       "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. I took the indentures out of his hand and gave them to Miss Havisham.

       "You expected," said Miss Havisham, as she looked them over, "no premium with the boy?" "Joe!" I remonstrated, for he made no reply at all. "Why don't you answer--"

       "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 to be No, Pip, and wherefore should I say it?"

       Miss Havisham glanced at him as if she understood what he really was better than I had thought possible, seeing what he was there;

       and took up a little bag from the table beside her.

       "Pip has earned a premium here," she said, "and here it is. There are five-and-twenty guineas in this bag. Give it to your master, Pip." As if he were absolutely out of his mind with the wonder awakened in him by her strange figure and the strange room, Joe, even at

       this pass, persisted in addressing me.

       "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 him that he said them twice.

       "Good by, Pip!" said Miss Havisham. "Let them out, Estella." "Am I to come again, Miss Havisham?" I asked.

       "No. Gargery is your master now. Gargery! One word!"

       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 no more."

       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 up stairs instead of coming down, and was deaf to all remonstrances until I went after him and laid hold of him. In another minute

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       we were outside the gate, and it was locked, and Estella was gone. 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 as-TON-ishing!" and so, by degrees, became conversational and able to walk away.

       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 parlor: where, on our presenting ourselves, my sister sat in conference with that detested seedsman.

       "Well?" cried my sister, addressing us both at once. "And what's happened to you? I wonder you condescend to come back to such poor society as this, I am sure I do!"

       "Miss Havisham," said Joe, with a fixed look at me, like an effort of remembrance, "made it wery partick'ler that we should give

       her--were it compliments or respects, Pip?" "Compliments," I said.

       "Which that were my own belief," answered Joe; "her compliments to Mrs. J. Gargery--"

       "Much good they'll do me!" observed my sister; but rather gratified too.

       "And wishing," pursued Joe, with another fixed look at me, like another effort of remembrance, "that the state of Miss Havisham's

       elth were sitch as would have--allowed, were it, Pip?" "Of her having the pleasure," I added.

       "Of ladies' company," said Joe. And drew a long breath.

       "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?" "She giv' him," said Joe, "nothing."

       Mrs. Joe was going to break out, but Joe went on.

       "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 Joe, with an appearance of reflection, "whether it were Joe, or Jorge."

       My sister looked at Pumblechook: who smoothed the elbows of his wooden arm-chair, and nodded at her and at the fire, as if he

       had known all about it beforehand.

       "And how much have you got?" asked my sister, laughing. Positively laughing! "What would present company say to ten pound?" demanded Joe.