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1This was very uncomfortable, and I was half afraid. However, the only thing to be done being to knock at the door, I
2knocked, and was told from within to enter. I entered, therefore, and found myself in a pretty large room, well lighted
3with wax candles. No glimpse of daylight was to be seen in it. It was a dressing-room, as I supposed from the furniture,
4though much of it was of forms and uses then quite unknown to me. But prominent in it was a draped table with a gilded
5looking-glass, and that I made out at first sight to be a fine lady's dressing-table. Whether I should have made out
6this object so soon if there had been no fine lady sitting at it, I cannot say. In an arm-chair, with an elbow resting
7on the table and her head leaning on that hand, sat the strangest lady I have ever seen, or shall ever see. She was
8dressed in rich materials,--satins, and lace, and silks,--all of white. Her shoes were white. And she had a long white
9veil dependent from her hair, and she had bridal flowers in her hair, but her hair was white. Some bright jewels
10sparkled on her neck and on her hands, and some other jewels lay sparkling on the table. Dresses, less splendid than the
11dress she wore, and half-packed trunks, were scattered about. She had not quite finished dressing, for she had but one
12shoe on,--the other was on the table near her hand,--her veil was but half arranged, her watch and chain were not put
13on, and some lace for her bosom lay with those trinkets, and with her handkerchief, and gloves, and some flowers, and a
14Prayer-Book all confusedly heaped about the looking-glass. It was not in the first few moments that I saw all these
15things, though I saw more of them in the first moments than might be supposed. But I saw that everything within my view
16which ought to be white, had been white long ago, and had lost its lustre and was faded and yellow. I saw that the bride
17within the bridal dress had withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness
18of her sunken eyes. I saw that the dress had been put upon the rounded figure of a young woman, and that the figure upon
19which it now hung loose had shrunk to skin and bone. Once, I had been taken to see some ghastly waxwork at the Fair,
20representing I know not what impossible personage lying in state. Once, I had been taken to one of our old marsh
21churches to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress that had been dug out of a vault under the church pavement. Now,
22waxwork and skeleton seemed to have dark eyes that moved and looked at me. I should have cried out, if I could. "Who is
23it?" said the lady at the table. "Pip, ma'am." "Pip?" "Mr. Pumblechook's boy, ma'am. Come--to play." "Come nearer; let
24me look at you. Come close." It was when I stood before her, avoiding her eyes, that I took note of the surrounding
25objects in detail, and saw that her watch had stopped at twenty minutes to nine, and that a clock in the room had
26stopped at twenty minutes to nine. "Look at me," said Miss Havisham. "You are not afraid of a woman who has never seen
27the sun since you were born?" I regret to state that I was not afraid of telling the enormous lie comprehended in the
28answer "No." "Do you know what I touch here?" she said, laying her hands, one upon the other, on her left side. "Yes,
29ma'am." (It made me think of the young man.) "What do I touch?" "Your heart." "Broken!" She uttered the word with an
30eager look, and with strong emphasis, and with a weird smile that had a kind of boast in it. Afterwards she kept her
31hands there for a little while, and slowly took them away as if they were heavy. "I am tired," said Miss Havisham. "I
32want diversion, and I have done with men and women. Play." I think it will be conceded by my most disputatious reader,
33that she could hardly have directed an unfortunate boy to do anything in the wide world more difficult to be done under
34the circumstances. "I sometimes have sick fancies," she went on, "and I have a sick fancy that I want to see some play.
35There, there!" with an impatient movement of the fingers of her right hand; "play, play, play!" For a moment, with the
36fear of my sister's working me before my eyes, I had a desperate idea of starting round the room in the assumed
37character of Mr. Pumblechook's chaise-cart. But I felt myself so unequal to the performance that I gave it up, and stood
38looking at Miss Havisham in what I suppose she took for a dogged manner, inasmuch as she said, when we had taken a good
39look at each other,-- "Are you sullen and obstinate?" "No, ma'am, I am very sorry for you, and very sorry I can't play
40just now. If you complain of me I shall get into trouble with my sister, so I would do it if I could; but it's so new
41here, and so strange, and so fine,--and melancholy--." I stopped, fearing I might say too much, or had already said it,
42and we took another look at each other. Before she spoke again, she turned her eyes from me, and looked at the dress she
43wore, and at the dressing-table, and finally at herself in the looking-glass. "So new to him," she muttered, "so old to
44me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us! Call Estella." As she was still looking at the
45reflection of herself, I thought she was still talking to herself, and kept quiet. "Call Estella," she repeated,
46flashing a look at me. "You can do that. Call Estella. At the door." To stand in the dark in a mysterious passage of an
47unknown house, bawling Estella to a scornful young lady neither visible nor responsive, and feeling it a dreadful
48liberty so to roar out her name, was almost as bad as playing to order. But she answered at last, and her light came
49along the dark passage like a star. Miss Havisham beckoned her to come close, and took up a jewel from the table, and
50tried its effect upon her fair young bosom and against her pretty brown hair. "Your own, one day, my dear, and you will
51use it well. Let me see you play cards with this boy." "With this boy? Why, he is a common labouring-boy!" I thought I
52overheard Miss Havisham answer,--only it seemed so unlikely,--"Well? You can break his heart." "What do you play, boy?"
53asked Estella of myself, with the greatest disdain. "Nothing but beggar my neighbour, miss." "Beggar him," said Miss
54Havisham to Estella. So we sat down to cards. It was then I began to understand that everything in the room had stopped,
55like the watch and the clock, a long time ago. I noticed that Miss Havisham put down the jewel exactly on the spot from
56which she had taken it up. As Estella dealt the cards, I glanced at the dressing-table again, and saw that the shoe upon
57it, once white, now yellow, had never been worn. I glanced down at the foot from which the shoe was absent, and saw that
58the silk stocking on it, once white, now yellow, had been trodden ragged. Without this arrest of everything, this
59standing still of all the pale decayed objects, not even the withered bridal dress on the collapsed form could have
60looked so like grave-clothes, or the long veil so like a shroud. So she sat, corpse-like, as we played at cards; the
61frillings and trimmings on her bridal dress, looking like earthy paper. I knew nothing then of the discoveries that are
62occasionally made of bodies buried in ancient times, which fall to powder in the moment of being distinctly seen; but, I
63have often thought since, that she must have looked as if the admission of the natural light of day would have struck
64her to dust. "He calls the knaves Jacks, this boy!" said Estella with disdain, before our first game was out. "And what
65coarse hands he has! And what thick boots!" I had never thought of being ashamed of my hands before; but I began to
66consider them a very indifferent pair. Her contempt for me was so strong, that it became infectious, and I caught it.
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