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1The sound of her iron shoes upon the hard road was quite musical, as she came along at a much brisker trot than usual.
2We got a chair out, ready for Mrs. Joe's alighting, and stirred up the fire that they might see a bright window, and
3took a final survey of the kitchen that nothing might be out of its place. When we had completed these preparations,
4they drove up, wrapped to the eyes. Mrs. Joe was soon landed, and Uncle Pumblechook was soon down too, covering the mare
5with a cloth, and we were soon all in the kitchen, carrying so much cold air in with us that it seemed to drive all the
6heat out of the fire. "Now," said Mrs. Joe, unwrapping herself with haste and excitement, and throwing her bonnet back
7on her shoulders where it hung by the strings, "if this boy ain't grateful this night, he never will be!" I looked as
8grateful as any boy possibly could, who was wholly uninformed why he ought to assume that expression. "It's only to be
9hoped," said my sister, "that he won't be Pompeyed. But I have my fears." "She ain't in that line, Mum," said Mr.
10Pumblechook. "She knows better." She? I looked at Joe, making the motion with my lips and eyebrows, "She?" Joe looked at
11me, making the motion with his lips and eyebrows, "She?" My sister catching him in the act, he drew the back of his hand
12across his nose with his usual conciliatory air on such occasions, and looked at her. "Well?" said my sister, in her
13snappish way. "What are you staring at? Is the house afire?" "--Which some individual," Joe politely hinted,
14"mentioned--she." "And she is a she, I suppose?" said my sister. "Unless you call Miss Havisham a he. And I doubt if
15even you'll go so far as that." "Miss Havisham, up town?" said Joe. "Is there any Miss Havisham down town?" returned my
16sister. "She wants this boy to go and play there. And of course he's going. And he had better play there," said my
17sister, shaking her head at me as an encouragement to be extremely light and sportive, "or I'll work him." I had heard
18of Miss Havisham up town,--everybody for miles round had heard of Miss Havisham up town,--as an immensely rich and grim
19lady who lived in a large and dismal house barricaded against robbers, and who led a life of seclusion. "Well to be
20sure!" said Joe, astounded. "I wonder how she come to know Pip!" "Noodle!" cried my sister. "Who said she knew him?"
21"--Which some individual," Joe again politely hinted, "mentioned that she wanted him to go and play there." "And
22couldn't she ask Uncle Pumblechook if he knew of a boy to go and play there? Isn't it just barely possible that Uncle
23Pumblechook may be a tenant of hers, and that he may sometimes--we won't say quarterly or half-yearly, for that would be
24requiring too much of you--but sometimes--go there to pay his rent? And couldn't she then ask Uncle Pumblechook if he
25knew of a boy to go and play there? And couldn't Uncle Pumblechook, being always considerate and thoughtful for
26us--though you may not think it, Joseph," in a tone of the deepest reproach, as if he were the most callous of nephews,
27"then mention this boy, standing Prancing here"--which I solemnly declare I was not doing--"that I have for ever been a
28willing slave to?" "Good again!" cried Uncle Pumblechook. "Well put! Prettily pointed! Good indeed! Now Joseph, you know
29the case." "No, Joseph," said my sister, still in a reproachful manner, while Joe apologetically drew the back of his
30hand across and across his nose, "you do not yet--though you may not think it--know the case. You may consider that you
31do, but you do not, Joseph. For you do not know that Uncle Pumblechook, being sensible that for anything we can tell,
32this boy's fortune may be made by his going to Miss Havisham's, has offered to take him into town to-night in his own
33chaise-cart, and to keep him to-night, and to take him with his own hands to Miss Havisham's to-morrow morning. And
34Lor-a-mussy me!" cried my sister, casting off her bonnet in sudden desperation, "here I stand talking to mere Mooncalfs,
35with Uncle Pumblechook waiting, and the mare catching cold at the door, and the boy grimed with crock and dirt from the
36hair of his head to the sole of his foot!" With that, she pounced upon me, like an eagle on a lamb, and my face was
37squeezed into wooden bowls in sinks, and my head was put under taps of water-butts, and I was soaped, and kneaded, and
38towelled, and thumped, and harrowed, and rasped, until I really was quite beside myself. (I may here remark that I
39suppose myself to be better acquainted than any living authority, with the ridgy effect of a wedding-ring, passing
40unsympathetically over the human countenance.) When my ablutions were completed, I was put into clean linen of the
41stiffest character, like a young penitent into sackcloth, and was trussed up in my tightest and fearfullest suit. I was
42then delivered over to Mr. Pumblechook, who formally received me as if he were the Sheriff, and who let off upon me the
43speech that I knew he had been dying to make all along: "Boy, be forever grateful to all friends, but especially unto
44them which brought you up by hand!" "Good-bye, Joe!" "God bless you, Pip, old chap!" I had never parted from him before,
45and what with my feelings and what with soapsuds, I could at first see no stars from the chaise-cart. But they twinkled
46out one by one, without throwing any light on the questions why on earth I was going to play at Miss Havisham's, and
47what on earth I was expected to play at.
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