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1"Mr. Drummle, I did not seek this conversation, and I don't think it an agreeable one." "I am sure it's not," said he,
2superciliously over his shoulder; "I don't think anything about it." "And therefore," I went on, "with your leave, I
3will suggest that we hold no kind of communication in future." "Quite my opinion," said Drummle, "and what I should have
4suggested myself, or done--more likely--without suggesting. But don't lose your temper. Haven't you lost enough without
5that?" "What do you mean, sir?" "Waiter!" said Drummle, by way of answering me. The waiter reappeared. "Look here, you
6sir. You quite understand that the young lady don't ride to-day, and that I dine at the young lady's?" "Quite so, sir!"
7When the waiter had felt my fast-cooling teapot with the palm of his hand, and had looked imploringly at me, and had
8gone out, Drummle, careful not to move the shoulder next me, took a cigar from his pocket and bit the end off, but
9showed no sign of stirring. Choking and boiling as I was, I felt that we could not go a word further, without
10introducing Estella's name, which I could not endure to hear him utter; and therefore I looked stonily at the opposite
11wall, as if there were no one present, and forced myself to silence. How long we might have remained in this ridiculous
12position it is impossible to say, but for the incursion of three thriving farmers--laid on by the waiter, I think--who
13came into the coffee-room unbuttoning their great-coats and rubbing their hands, and before whom, as they charged at the
14fire, we were obliged to give way. I saw him through the window, seizing his horse's mane, and mounting in his
15blundering brutal manner, and sidling and backing away. I thought he was gone, when he came back, calling for a light
16for the cigar in his mouth, which he had forgotten. A man in a dust-coloured dress appeared with what was wanted,--I
17could not have said from where: whether from the inn yard, or the street, or where not,--and as Drummle leaned down from
18the saddle and lighted his cigar and laughed, with a jerk of his head towards the coffee-room windows, the slouching
19shoulders and ragged hair of this man whose back was towards me reminded me of Orlick. Too heavily out of sorts to care
20much at the time whether it were he or no, or after all to touch the breakfast, I washed the weather and the journey
21from my face and hands, and went out to the memorable old house that it would have been so much the better for me never
22to have entered, never to have seen.
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