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1"Here is wine," said Mr. Pumblechook. "Let us drink, Thanks to Fortune, and may she ever pick out her favourites with
2equal judgment! And yet I cannot," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, "see afore me One--and likewise drink to
3One--without again expressing--May I--may I--?" I said he might, and he shook hands with me again, and emptied his glass
4and turned it upside down. I did the same; and if I had turned myself upside down before drinking, the wine could not
5have gone more direct to my head. Mr. Pumblechook helped me to the liver wing, and to the best slice of tongue (none of
6those out-of-the-way No Thoroughfares of Pork now), and took, comparatively speaking, no care of himself at all. "Ah!
7poultry, poultry! You little thought," said Mr. Pumblechook, apostrophising the fowl in the dish, "when you was a young
8fledgling, what was in store for you. You little thought you was to be refreshment beneath this humble roof for one
9as--Call it a weakness, if you will," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, "but may I? may I--?" It began to be
10unnecessary to repeat the form of saying he might, so he did it at once. How he ever did it so often without wounding
11himself with my knife, I don't know. "And your sister," he resumed, after a little steady eating, "which had the honour
12of bringing you up by hand! It's a sad picter, to reflect that she's no longer equal to fully understanding the honour.
13May--" I saw he was about to come at me again, and I stopped him. "We'll drink her health," said I. "Ah!" cried Mr.
14Pumblechook, leaning back in his chair, quite flaccid with admiration, "that's the way you know 'em, sir!" (I don't know
15who Sir was, but he certainly was not I, and there was no third person present); "that's the way you know the
16noble-minded, sir! Ever forgiving and ever affable. It might," said the servile Pumblechook, putting down his untasted
17glass in a hurry and getting up again, "to a common person, have the appearance of repeating--but may I--?" When he had
18done it, he resumed his seat and drank to my sister. "Let us never be blind," said Mr. Pumblechook, "to her faults of
19temper, but it is to be hoped she meant well." At about this time, I began to observe that he was getting flushed in the
20face; as to myself, I felt all face, steeped in wine and smarting. I mentioned to Mr. Pumblechook that I wished to have
21my new clothes sent to his house, and he was ecstatic on my so distinguishing him. I mentioned my reason for desiring to
22avoid observation in the village, and he lauded it to the skies. There was nobody but himself, he intimated, worthy of
23my confidence, and--in short, might he? Then he asked me tenderly if I remembered our boyish games at sums, and how we
24had gone together to have me bound apprentice, and, in effect, how he had ever been my favourite fancy and my chosen
25friend? If I had taken ten times as many glasses of wine as I had, I should have known that he never had stood in that
26relation towards me, and should in my heart of hearts have repudiated the idea. Yet for all that, I remember feeling
27convinced that I had been much mistaken in him, and that he was a sensible, practical, good-hearted prime fellow. By
28degrees he fell to reposing such great confidence in me, as to ask my advice in reference to his own affairs. He
29mentioned that there was an opportunity for a great amalgamation and monopoly of the corn and seed trade on those
30premises, if enlarged, such as had never occurred before in that or any other neighbourhood. What alone was wanting to
31the realisation of a vast fortune, he considered to be More Capital. Those were the two little words, more capital. Now
32it appeared to him (Pumblechook) that if that capital were got into the business, through a sleeping partner,
33sir,--which sleeping partner would have nothing to do but walk in, by self or deputy, whenever he pleased, and examine
34the books,--and walk in twice a year and take his profits away in his pocket, to the tune of fifty per cent,--it
35appeared to him that that might be an opening for a young gentleman of spirit combined with property, which would be
36worthy of his attention. But what did I think? He had great confidence in my opinion, and what did I think? I gave it as
37my opinion. "Wait a bit!" The united vastness and distinctness of this view so struck him, that he no longer asked if he
38might shake hands with me, but said he really must,--and did. We drank all the wine, and Mr. Pumblechook pledged himself
39over and over again to keep Joseph up to the mark (I don't know what mark), and to render me efficient and constant
40service (I don't know what service). He also made known to me for the first time in my life, and certainly after having
41kept his secret wonderfully well, that he had always said of me, "That boy is no common boy, and mark me, his fortun'
42will be no common fortun'." He said with a tearful smile that it was a singular thing to think of now, and I said so
43too. Finally, I went out into the air, with a dim perception that there was something unwonted in the conduct of the
44sunshine, and found that I had slumberously got to the turnpike without having taken any account of the road. There, I
45was roused by Mr. Pumblechook's hailing me. He was a long way down the sunny street, and was making expressive gestures
46for me to stop. I stopped, and he came up breathless. "No, my dear friend," said he, when he had recovered wind for
47speech. "Not if I can help it. This occasion shall not entirely pass without that affability on your part.--May I, as an
48old friend and well-wisher? May I?" We shook hands for the hundredth time at least, and he ordered a young carter out of
49my way with the greatest indignation. Then, he blessed me and stood waving his hand to me until I had passed the crook
50in the road; and then I turned into a field and had a long nap under a hedge before I pursued my way home. I had scant
51luggage to take with me to London, for little of the little I possessed was adapted to my new station. But I began
52packing that same afternoon, and wildly packed up things that I knew I should want next morning, in a fiction that there
53was not a moment to be lost. So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, passed; and on Friday morning I went to Mr.
54Pumblechook's, to put on my new clothes and pay my visit to Miss Havisham. Mr. Pumblechook's own room was given up to me
55to dress in, and was decorated with clean towels expressly for the event. My clothes were rather a disappointment, of
56course. Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in, fell a trifle short of the
57wearer's expectation. But after I had had my new suit on some half an hour, and had gone through an immensity of
58posturing with Mr. Pumblechook's very limited dressing-glass, in the futile endeavour to see my legs, it seemed to fit
59me better. It being market morning at a neighbouring town some ten miles off, Mr. Pumblechook was not at home. I had not
60told him exactly when I meant to leave, and was not likely to shake hands with him again before departing. This was all
61as it should be, and I went out in my new array, fearfully ashamed of having to pass the shopman, and suspicious after
62all that I was at a personal disadvantage, something like Joe's in his Sunday suit. I went circuitously to Miss
63Havisham's by all the back ways, and rang at the bell constrainedly, on account of the stiff long fingers of my gloves.
64Sarah Pocket came to the gate, and positively reeled back when she saw me so changed; her walnut-shell countenance
65likewise turned from brown to green and yellow. "You?" said she. "You? Good gracious! What do you want?" "I am going to
66London, Miss Pocket," said I, "and want to say good-bye to Miss Havisham." I was not expected, for she left me locked in
67the yard, while she went to ask if I were to be admitted. After a very short delay, she returned and took me up, staring
68at me all the way.
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