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1"Though mind you, Pip," said Joe, with a judicial touch or two of the poker on the top bar, "rendering unto all their
2doo, and maintaining equal justice betwixt man and man, my father were that good in his hart, don't you see?" I didn't
3see; but I didn't say so. "Well!" Joe pursued, "somebody must keep the pot a-biling, Pip, or the pot won't bile, don't
4you know?" I saw that, and said so. "Consequence, my father didn't make objections to my going to work; so I went to
5work at my present calling, which were his too, if he would have followed it, and I worked tolerable hard, I assure you,
6Pip. In time I were able to keep him, and I kep him till he went off in a purple leptic fit. And it were my intentions
7to have had put upon his tombstone that, Whatsume'er the failings on his part, Remember reader he were that good in his
8heart." Joe recited this couplet with such manifest pride and careful perspicuity, that I asked him if he had made it
9himself. "I made it," said Joe, "my own self. I made it in a moment. It was like striking out a horseshoe complete, in a
10single blow. I never was so much surprised in all my life,--couldn't credit my own ed,--to tell you the truth, hardly
11believed it were my own ed. As I was saying, Pip, it were my intentions to have had it cut over him; but poetry costs
12money, cut it how you will, small or large, and it were not done. Not to mention bearers, all the money that could be
13spared were wanted for my mother. She were in poor elth, and quite broke. She weren't long of following, poor soul, and
14her share of peace come round at last." Joe's blue eyes turned a little watery; he rubbed first one of them, and then
15the other, in a most uncongenial and uncomfortable manner, with the round knob on the top of the poker. "It were but
16lonesome then," said Joe, "living here alone, and I got acquainted with your sister. Now, Pip,"--Joe looked firmly at me
17as if he knew I was not going to agree with him;--"your sister is a fine figure of a woman." I could not help looking at
18the fire, in an obvious state of doubt. "Whatever family opinions, or whatever the world's opinions, on that subject may
19be, Pip, your sister is," Joe tapped the top bar with the poker after every word following,
20"a-fine-figure--of--a--woman!" I could think of nothing better to say than "I am glad you think so, Joe." "So am I,"
21returned Joe, catching me up. "I am glad I think so, Pip. A little redness or a little matter of Bone, here or there,
22what does it signify to Me?" I sagaciously observed, if it didn't signify to him, to whom did it signify? "Certainly!"
23assented Joe. "That's it. You're right, old chap! When I got acquainted with your sister, it were the talk how she was
24bringing you up by hand. Very kind of her too, all the folks said, and I said, along with all the folks. As to you," Joe
25pursued with a countenance expressive of seeing something very nasty indeed, "if you could have been aware how small and
26flabby and mean you was, dear me, you'd have formed the most contemptible opinion of yourself!" Not exactly relishing
27this, I said, "Never mind me, Joe." "But I did mind you, Pip," he returned with tender simplicity. "When I offered to
28your sister to keep company, and to be asked in church at such times as she was willing and ready to come to the forge,
29I said to her, 'And bring the poor little child. God bless the poor little child,' I said to your sister, 'there's room
30for him at the forge!'" I broke out crying and begging pardon, and hugged Joe round the neck: who dropped the poker to
31hug me, and to say, "Ever the best of friends; an't us, Pip? Don't cry, old chap!" When this little interruption was
32over, Joe resumed:-- "Well, you see, Pip, and here we are! That's about where it lights; here we are! Now, when you take
33me in hand in my learning, Pip (and I tell you beforehand I am awful dull, most awful dull), Mrs. Joe mustn't see too
34much of what we're up to. It must be done, as I may say, on the sly. And why on the sly? I'll tell you why, Pip." He had
35taken up the poker again; without which, I doubt if he could have proceeded in his demonstration. "Your sister is given
36to government." "Given to government, Joe?" I was startled, for I had some shadowy idea (and I am afraid I must add,
37hope) that Joe had divorced her in a favour of the Lords of the Admiralty, or Treasury. "Given to government," said Joe.
38"Which I meantersay the government of you and myself." "Oh!" "And she an't over partial to having scholars on the
39premises," Joe continued, "and in partickler would not be over partial to my being a scholar, for fear as I might rise.
40Like a sort of rebel, don't you see?" I was going to retort with an inquiry, and had got as far as "Why--" when Joe
41stopped me. "Stay a bit. I know what you're a-going to say, Pip; stay a bit! I don't deny that your sister comes the
42Mo-gul over us, now and again. I don't deny that she do throw us back-falls, and that she do drop down upon us heavy. At
43such times as when your sister is on the Ram-page, Pip," Joe sank his voice to a whisper and glanced at the door,
44"candour compels fur to admit that she is a Buster." Joe pronounced this word, as if it began with at least twelve
45capital Bs. "Why don't I rise? That were your observation when I broke it off, Pip?" "Yes, Joe." "Well," said Joe,
46passing the poker into his left hand, that he might feel his whisker; and I had no hope of him whenever he took to that
47placid occupation; "your sister's a master-mind. A master-mind." "What's that?" I asked, in some hope of bringing him to
48a stand. But Joe was readier with his definition than I had expected, and completely stopped me by arguing circularly,
49and answering with a fixed look, "Her." "And I ain't a master-mind," Joe resumed, when he had unfixed his look, and got
50back to his whisker. "And last of all, Pip,--and this I want to say very serious to you, old chap,--I see so much in my
51poor mother, of a woman drudging and slaving and breaking her honest hart and never getting no peace in her mortal days,
52that I'm dead afeerd of going wrong in the way of not doing what's right by a woman, and I'd fur rather of the two go
53wrong the t'other way, and be a little ill-conwenienced myself. I wish it was only me that got put out, Pip; I wish
54there warn't no Tickler for you, old chap; I wish I could take it all on myself; but this is the
55up-and-down-and-straight on it, Pip, and I hope you'll overlook shortcomings." Young as I was, I believe that I dated a
56new admiration of Joe from that night. We were equals afterwards, as we had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times
57when I sat looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a new sensation of feeling conscious that I was looking up to
58Joe in my heart. "However," said Joe, rising to replenish the fire; "here's the Dutch-clock a-working himself up to
59being equal to strike Eight of 'em, and she's not come home yet! I hope Uncle Pumblechook's mare mayn't have set a
60forefoot on a piece o' ice, and gone down." Mrs. Joe made occasional trips with Uncle Pumblechook on market-days, to
61assist him in buying such household stuffs and goods as required a woman's judgment; Uncle Pumblechook being a bachelor
62and reposing no confidences in his domestic servant. This was market-day, and Mrs. Joe was out on one of these
63expeditions. Joe made the fire and swept the hearth, and then we went to the door to listen for the chaise-cart. It was
64a dry cold night, and the wind blew keenly, and the frost was white and hard. A man would die to-night of lying out on
65the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face
66up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude. "Here comes the mare," said
67Joe, "ringing like a peal of bells!"
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