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1It was fortunate for me that I had to take precautions to ensure (so far as I could) the safety of my dreaded visitor;
2for, this thought pressing on me when I awoke, held other thoughts in a confused concourse at a distance. The
3impossibility of keeping him concealed in the chambers was self-evident. It could not be done, and the attempt to do it
4would inevitably engender suspicion. True, I had no Avenger in my service now, but I was looked after by an inflammatory
5old female, assisted by an animated rag-bag whom she called her niece, and to keep a room secret from them would be to
6invite curiosity and exaggeration. They both had weak eyes, which I had long attributed to their chronically looking in
7at keyholes, and they were always at hand when not wanted; indeed that was their only reliable quality besides larceny.
8Not to get up a mystery with these people, I resolved to announce in the morning that my uncle had unexpectedly come
9from the country. This course I decided on while I was yet groping about in the darkness for the means of getting a
10light. Not stumbling on the means after all, I was fain to go out to the adjacent Lodge and get the watchman there to
11come with his lantern. Now, in groping my way down the black staircase I fell over something, and that something was a
12man crouching in a corner. As the man made no answer when I asked him what he did there, but eluded my touch in silence,
13I ran to the Lodge and urged the watchman to come quickly; telling him of the incident on the way back. The wind being
14as fierce as ever, we did not care to endanger the light in the lantern by rekindling the extinguished lamps on the
15staircase, but we examined the staircase from the bottom to the top and found no one there. It then occurred to me as
16possible that the man might have slipped into my rooms; so, lighting my candle at the watchman's, and leaving him
17standing at the door, I examined them carefully, including the room in which my dreaded guest lay asleep. All was quiet,
18and assuredly no other man was in those chambers. It troubled me that there should have been a lurker on the stairs, on
19that night of all nights in the year, and I asked the watchman, on the chance of eliciting some hopeful explanation as I
20handed him a dram at the door, whether he had admitted at his gate any gentleman who had perceptibly been dining out?
21Yes, he said; at different times of the night, three. One lived in Fountain Court, and the other two lived in the Lane,
22and he had seen them all go home. Again, the only other man who dwelt in the house of which my chambers formed a part
23had been in the country for some weeks, and he certainly had not returned in the night, because we had seen his door
24with his seal on it as we came upstairs. "The night being so bad, sir," said the watchman, as he gave me back my glass,
25"uncommon few have come in at my gate. Besides them three gentlemen that I have named, I don't call to mind another
26since about eleven o'clock, when a stranger asked for you." "My uncle," I muttered. "Yes." "You saw him, sir?" "Yes. Oh
27yes." "Likewise the person with him?" "Person with him!" I repeated. "I judged the person to be with him," returned the
28watchman. "The person stopped, when he stopped to make inquiry of me, and the person took this way when he took this
29way." "What sort of person?" The watchman had not particularly noticed; he should say a working person; to the best of
30his belief, he had a dust-coloured kind of clothes on, under a dark coat. The watchman made more light of the matter
31than I did, and naturally; not having my reason for attaching weight to it. When I had got rid of him, which I thought
32it well to do without prolonging explanations, my mind was much troubled by these two circumstances taken together.
33Whereas they were easy of innocent solution apart,--as, for instance, some diner out or diner at home, who had not gone
34near this watchman's gate, might have strayed to my staircase and dropped asleep there,--and my nameless visitor might
35have brought some one with him to show him the way,--still, joined, they had an ugly look to one as prone to distrust
36and fear as the changes of a few hours had made me. I lighted my fire, which burnt with a raw pale flare at that time of
37the morning, and fell into a doze before it. I seemed to have been dozing a whole night when the clocks struck six. As
38there was full an hour and a half between me and daylight, I dozed again; now, waking up uneasily, with prolix
39conversations about nothing, in my ears; now, making thunder of the wind in the chimney; at length, falling off into a
40profound sleep from which the daylight woke me with a start. All this time I had never been able to consider my own
41situation, nor could I do so yet. I had not the power to attend to it. I was greatly dejected and distressed, but in an
42incoherent wholesale sort of way. As to forming any plan for the future, I could as soon have formed an elephant. When I
43opened the shutters and looked out at the wet wild morning, all of a leaden hue; when I walked from room to room; when I
44sat down again shivering, before the fire, waiting for my laundress to appear; I thought how miserable I was, but hardly
45knew 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 made it.
46At last, the old woman and the niece came in,--the latter with a head not easily distinguishable from her dusty
47broom,--and testified surprise at sight of me and the fire. To whom I imparted how my uncle had come in the night and
48was then asleep, and how the breakfast preparations were to be modified accordingly. Then I washed and dressed while
49they knocked the furniture about and made a dust; and so, in a sort of dream or sleep-waking, I found myself sitting by
50the fire again, waiting for--Him--to come to breakfast. By and by, his door opened and he came out. I could not bring
51myself to bear the sight of him, and I thought he had a worse look by daylight. "I do not even know," said I, speaking
52low as he took his seat at the table, "by what name to call you. I have given out that you are my uncle." "That's it,
53dear boy! Call me uncle." "You assumed some name, I suppose, on board ship?" "Yes, dear boy. I took the name of Provis."
54"Do you mean to keep that name?" "Why, yes, dear boy, it's as good as another,--unless you'd like another." "What is
55your real name?" I asked him in a whisper. "Magwitch," he answered, in the same tone; "chrisen'd Abel." "What were you
56brought up to be?" "A warmint, dear boy." He answered quite seriously, and used the word as if it denoted some
57profession. "When you came into the Temple last night--" said I, pausing to wonder whether that could really have been
58last night, which seemed so long ago. "Yes, dear boy?" "When you came in at the gate and asked the watchman the way
59here, had you any one with you?" "With me? No, dear boy." "But there was some one there?" "I didn't take particular
60notice," he said, dubiously, "not knowing the ways of the place. But I think there was a person, too, come in alonger
61me." "Are you known in London?" "I hope not!" said he, giving his neck a jerk with his forefinger that made me turn hot
62and sick. "Were you known in London, once?" "Not over and above, dear boy. I was in the provinces mostly." "Were
63you--tried--in London?" "Which time?" said he, with a sharp look. "The last time." He nodded. "First knowed Mr. Jaggers
64that way. Jaggers was for me." It was on my lips to ask him what he was tried for, but he took up a knife, gave it a
65flourish, and with the words, "And what I done is worked out and paid for!" fell to at his breakfast.
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