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1Having borne this flattering testimony to the merits of our dwelling-place, and having incidentally shown this tendency
2to call me "sir," Joe, being invited to sit down to table, looked all round the room for a suitable spot on which to
3deposit his hat,--as if it were only on some very few rare substances in nature that it could find a resting place,--and
4ultimately stood it on an extreme corner of the chimney-piece, from which it ever afterwards fell off at intervals. "Do
5you take tea, or coffee, Mr. Gargery?" asked Herbert, who always presided of a morning. "Thankee, Sir," said Joe, stiff
6from head to foot, "I'll take whichever is most agreeable to yourself." "What do you say to coffee?" "Thankee, Sir,"
7returned Joe, evidently dispirited by the proposal, "since you are so kind as make chice of coffee, I will not run
8contrairy to your own opinions. But don't you never find it a little 'eating?" "Say tea then," said Herbert, pouring it
9out. Here Joe's hat tumbled off the mantel-piece, and he started out of his chair and picked it up, and fitted it to the
10same exact spot. As if it were an absolute point of good breeding that it should tumble off again soon. "When did you
11come to town, Mr. Gargery?" "Were it yesterday afternoon?" said Joe, after coughing behind his hand, as if he had had
12time to catch the whooping-cough since he came. "No it were not. Yes it were. Yes. It were yesterday afternoon" (with an
13appearance of mingled wisdom, relief, and strict impartiality). "Have you seen anything of London yet?" "Why, yes, Sir,"
14said Joe, "me and Wopsle went off straight to look at the Blacking Ware'us. But we didn't find that it come up to its
15likeness in the red bills at the shop doors; which I meantersay," added Joe, in an explanatory manner, "as it is there
16drawd too architectooralooral." I really believe Joe would have prolonged this word (mightily expressive to my mind of
17some architecture that I know) into a perfect Chorus, but for his attention being providentially attracted by his hat,
18which was toppling. Indeed, it demanded from him a constant attention, and a quickness of eye and hand, very like that
19exacted by wicket-keeping. He made extraordinary play with it, and showed the greatest skill; now, rushing at it and
20catching it neatly as it dropped; now, merely stopping it midway, beating it up, and humouring it in various parts of
21the room and against a good deal of the pattern of the paper on the wall, before he felt it safe to close with it;
22finally splashing it into the slop-basin, where I took the liberty of laying hands upon it. [Illustration] As to his
23shirt-collar, and his coat-collar, they were perplexing to reflect upon,--insoluble mysteries both. Why should a man
24scrape himself to that extent, before he could consider himself full dressed? Why should he suppose it necessary to be
25purified by suffering for his holiday clothes? Then he fell into such unaccountable fits of meditation, with his fork
26midway between his plate and his mouth; had his eyes attracted in such strange directions; was afflicted with such
27remarkable coughs; sat so far from the table, and dropped so much more than he ate, and pretended that he hadn't dropped
28it; that I was heartily glad when Herbert left us for the City. I had neither the good sense nor the good feeling to
29know that this was all my fault, and that if I had been easier with Joe, Joe would have been easier with me. I felt
30impatient of him and out of temper with him; in which condition he heaped coals of fire on my head. "Us two being now
31alone, sir,"--began Joe. "Joe," I interrupted, pettishly, "how can you call me, sir?" Joe looked at me for a single
32instant with something faintly like reproach. Utterly preposterous as his cravat was, and as his collars were, I was
33conscious of a sort of dignity in the look. "Us two being now alone," resumed Joe, "and me having the intentions and
34abilities to stay not many minutes more, I will now conclude--leastways begin--to mention what have led to my having had
35the present honour. For was it not," said Joe, with his old air of lucid exposition, "that my only wish were to be
36useful to you, I should not have had the honour of breaking wittles in the company and abode of gentlemen." I was so
37unwilling to see the look again, that I made no remonstrance against this tone. "Well, sir," pursued Joe, "this is how
38it were. I were at the Bargemen t'other night, Pip;"--whenever he subsided into affection, he called me Pip, and
39whenever he relapsed into politeness he called me sir; "when there come up in his shay-cart, Pumblechook. Which that
40same identical," said Joe, going down a new track, "do comb my 'air the wrong way sometimes, awful, by giving out up and
41down town as it were him which ever had your infant companionation and were looked upon as a playfellow by yourself."
42"Nonsense. It was you, Joe." "Which I fully believed it were, Pip," said Joe, slightly tossing his head, "though it
43signify little now, sir. Well, Pip; this same identical, which his manners is given to blusterous, come to me at the
44Bargemen (wot a pipe and a pint of beer do give refreshment to the workingman, sir, and do not over stimilate), and his
45word were, 'Joseph, Miss Havisham she wish to speak to you.'" "Miss Havisham, Joe?" "'She wish,' were Pumblechook's
46word, 'to speak to you.'" Joe sat and rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "Yes, Joe? Go on, please." "Next day, sir," said
47Joe, looking at me as if I were a long way off, "having cleaned myself, I go and I see Miss A." "Miss A., Joe? Miss
48Havisham?" "Which I say, sir," replied Joe, with an air of legal formality, as if he were making his will, "Miss A., or
49otherways Havisham. Her expression air then as follering: 'Mr. Gargery. You air in correspondence with Mr. Pip?' Having
50had a letter from you, I were able to say 'I am.' (When I married your sister, sir, I said 'I will;' and when I answered
51your friend, Pip, I said 'I am.') 'Would you tell him, then,' said she, 'that which Estella has come home and would be
52glad to see him.'" I felt my face fire up as I looked at Joe. I hope one remote cause of its firing may have been my
53consciousness that if I had known his errand, I should have given him more encouragement. "Biddy," pursued Joe, "when I
54got home and asked her fur to write the message to you, a little hung back. Biddy says, 'I know he will be very glad to
55have it by word of mouth, it is holiday time, you want to see him, go!' I have now concluded, sir," said Joe, rising
56from his chair, "and, Pip, I wish you ever well and ever prospering to a greater and a greater height." "But you are not
57going now, Joe?" "Yes I am," said Joe. "But you are coming back to dinner, Joe?" "No I am not," said Joe. Our eyes met,
58and all the "Sir" melted out of that manly heart as he gave me his hand. "Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so
59many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a blacksmith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith,
60and one's a coppersmith. Diwisions among such must come, and must be met as they come. If there's been any fault at all
61to-day, it's mine. You and me is not two figures to be together in London; nor yet anywheres else but what is private,
62and beknown, and understood among friends. It ain't that I am proud, but that I want to be right, as you shall never see
63me no more in these clothes. I'm wrong in these clothes. I'm wrong out of the forge, the kitchen, or off th' meshes. You
64won't find half so much fault in me if you think of me in my forge dress, with my hammer in my hand, or even my pipe.
65You won't find half so much fault in me if, supposing as you should ever wish to see me, you come and put your head in
66at the forge window and see Joe the blacksmith, there, at the old anvil, in the old burnt apron, sticking to the old
67work. I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old
68Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!" I had not been mistaken in my fancy that there was a simple dignity in him. The fashion
69of his dress could no more come in its way when he spoke these words than it could come in its way in Heaven. He touched
70me gently on the forehead, and went out. As soon as I could recover myself sufficiently, I hurried out after him and
71looked for him in the neighbouring streets; but he was gone.
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