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1For I really had not been myself since the receipt of the letter; it had so bewildered me, ensuing on the hurry of the
2morning. The morning hurry and flutter had been great; for, long and anxiously as I had waited for Wemmick, his hint had
3come like a surprise at last. And now I began to wonder at myself for being in the coach, and to doubt whether I had
4sufficient reason for being there, and to consider whether I should get out presently and go back, and to argue against
5ever heeding an anonymous communication, and, in short, to pass through all those phases of contradiction and indecision
6to which I suppose very few hurried people are strangers. Still, the reference to Provis by name mastered everything. I
7reasoned as I had reasoned already without knowing it,--if that be reasoning,--in case any harm should befall him
8through my not going, how could I ever forgive myself! It was dark before we got down, and the journey seemed long and
9dreary to me, who could see little of it inside, and who could not go outside in my disabled state. Avoiding the Blue
10Boar, I put up at an inn of minor reputation down the town, and ordered some dinner. While it was preparing, I went to
11Satis House and inquired for Miss Havisham; she was still very ill, though considered something better. My inn had once
12been a part of an ancient ecclesiastical house, and I dined in a little octagonal common-room, like a font. As I was not
13able to cut my dinner, the old landlord with a shining bald head did it for me. This bringing us into conversation, he
14was so good as to entertain me with my own story,--of course with the popular feature that Pumblechook was my earliest
15benefactor and the founder of my fortunes. "Do you know the young man?" said I. "Know him!" repeated the landlord. "Ever
16since he was--no height at all." "Does he ever come back to this neighbourhood?" "Ay, he comes back," said the landlord,
17"to his great friends, now and again, and gives the cold shoulder to the man that made him." "What man is that?" "Him
18that I speak of," said the landlord. "Mr. Pumblechook." "Is he ungrateful to no one else?" "No doubt he would be, if he
19could," returned the landlord, "but he can't. And why? Because Pumblechook done everything for him." "Does Pumblechook
20say so?" "Say so!" replied the landlord. "He han't no call to say so." "But does he say so?" "It would turn a man's
21blood to white wine winegar to hear him tell of it, sir," said the landlord. I thought, "Yet Joe, dear Joe, you never
22tell of it. Long-suffering and loving Joe, you never complain. Nor you, sweet-tempered Biddy!" "Your appetite's been
23touched like by your accident," said the landlord, glancing at the bandaged arm under my coat. "Try a tenderer bit."
24"No, thank you," I replied, turning from the table to brood over the fire. "I can eat no more. Please take it away." I
25had never been struck at so keenly, for my thanklessness to Joe, as through the brazen impostor Pumblechook. The falser
26he, the truer Joe; the meaner he, the nobler Joe. My heart was deeply and most deservedly humbled as I mused over the
27fire for an hour or more. The striking of the clock aroused me, but not from my dejection or remorse, and I got up and
28had my coat fastened round my neck, and went out. I had previously sought in my pockets for the letter, that I might
29refer to it again; but I could not find it, and was uneasy to think that it must have been dropped in the straw of the
30coach. I knew very well, however, that the appointed place was the little sluice-house by the limekiln on the marshes,
31and the hour nine. Towards the marshes I now went straight, having no time to spare. [Illustration]
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