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1"Thank you, thank you very much. It's a bad job," said Wemmick, scratching his head, "and I assure you I haven't been so
2cut up for a long time. What I look at is the sacrifice of so much portable property. Dear me!" "What I think of,
3Wemmick, is the poor owner of the property." "Yes, to be sure," said Wemmick. "Of course, there can be no objection to
4your being sorry for him, and I'd put down a five-pound note myself to get him out of it. But what I look at is this.
5The late Compeyson having been beforehand with him in intelligence of his return, and being so determined to bring him
6to book, I do not think he could have been saved. Whereas, the portable property certainly could have been saved. That's
7the difference between the property and the owner, don't you see?" I invited Wemmick to come upstairs, and refresh
8himself with a glass of grog before walking to Walworth. He accepted the invitation. While he was drinking his moderate
9allowance, he said, with nothing to lead up to it, and after having appeared rather fidgety,-- "What do you think of my
10meaning to take a holiday on Monday, Mr. Pip?" "Why, I suppose you have not done such a thing these twelve months."
11"These twelve years, more likely," said Wemmick. "Yes. I'm going to take a holiday. More than that; I'm going to take a
12walk. More than that; I'm going to ask you to take a walk with me." I was about to excuse myself, as being but a bad
13companion just then, when Wemmick anticipated me. "I know your engagements," said he, "and I know you are out of sorts,
14Mr. Pip. But if you could oblige me, I should take it as a kindness. It ain't a long walk, and it's an early one. Say it
15might occupy you (including breakfast on the walk) from eight to twelve. Couldn't you stretch a point and manage it?" He
16had done so much for me at various times, that this was very little to do for him. I said I could manage it,--would
17manage it,--and he was so very much pleased by my acquiescence, that I was pleased too. At his particular request, I
18appointed to call for him at the Castle at half past eight on Monday morning, and so we parted for the time. Punctual to
19my appointment, I rang at the Castle gate on the Monday morning, and was received by Wemmick himself, who struck me as
20looking tighter than usual, and having a sleeker hat on. Within, there were two glasses of rum and milk prepared, and
21two biscuits. The Aged must have been stirring with the lark, for, glancing into the perspective of his bedroom, I
22observed that his bed was empty. When we had fortified ourselves with the rum and milk and biscuits, and were going out
23for the walk with that training preparation on us, I was considerably surprised to see Wemmick take up a fishing-rod,
24and put it over his shoulder. "Why, we are not going fishing!" said I. "No," returned Wemmick, "but I like to walk with
25one." I thought this odd; however, I said nothing, and we set off. We went towards Camberwell Green, and when we were
26thereabouts, Wemmick said suddenly,-- "Halloa! Here's a church!" There was nothing very surprising in that; but again, I
27was rather surprised, when he said, as if he were animated by a brilliant idea,-- "Let's go in!" We went in, Wemmick
28leaving his fishing-rod in the porch, and looked all round. In the mean time, Wemmick was diving into his coat-pockets,
29and getting something out of paper there. "Halloa!" said he. "Here's a couple of pair of gloves! Let's put 'em on!" As
30the gloves were white kid gloves, and as the post-office was widened to its utmost extent, I now began to have my strong
31suspicions. They were strengthened into certainty when I beheld the Aged enter at a side door, escorting a lady.
32"Halloa!" said Wemmick. "Here's Miss Skiffins! Let's have a wedding." That discreet damsel was attired as usual, except
33that she was now engaged in substituting for her green kid gloves a pair of white. The Aged was likewise occupied in
34preparing a similar sacrifice for the altar of Hymen. The old gentleman, however, experienced so much difficulty in
35getting his gloves on, that Wemmick found it necessary to put him with his back against a pillar, and then to get behind
36the pillar himself and pull away at them, while I for my part held the old gentleman round the waist, that he might
37present an equal and safe resistance. By dint of this ingenious scheme, his gloves were got on to perfection. The clerk
38and clergyman then appearing, we were ranged in order at those fatal rails. True to his notion of seeming to do it all
39without preparation, I heard Wemmick say to himself, as he took something out of his waistcoat-pocket before the service
40began, "Halloa! Here's a ring!" I acted in the capacity of backer, or best-man, to the bridegroom; while a little limp
41pew-opener in a soft bonnet like a baby's, made a feint of being the bosom friend of Miss Skiffins. The responsibility
42of giving the lady away devolved upon the Aged, which led to the clergyman's being unintentionally scandalised, and it
43happened thus. When he said, "Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?" the old gentleman, not in the least
44knowing what point of the ceremony we had arrived at, stood most amiably beaming at the ten commandments. Upon which,
45the clergyman said again, "WHO giveth this woman to be married to this man?" The old gentleman being still in a state of
46most estimable unconsciousness, the bridegroom cried out in his accustomed voice, "Now Aged P. you know; who giveth?" To
47which the Aged replied with great briskness, before saying that he gave, "All right, John, all right, my boy!" And the
48clergyman came to so gloomy a pause upon it, that I had doubts for the moment whether we should get completely married
49that day. It was completely done, however, and when we were going out of church Wemmick took the cover off the font, and
50put his white gloves in it, and put the cover on again. Mrs. Wemmick, more heedful of the future, put her white gloves
51in her pocket and assumed her green. "Now, Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, triumphantly shouldering the fishing-rod as we came
52out, "let me ask you whether anybody would suppose this to be a wedding-party!" Breakfast had been ordered at a pleasant
53little tavern, a mile or so away upon the rising ground beyond the green; and there was a bagatelle board in the room,
54in case we should desire to unbend our minds after the solemnity. It was pleasant to observe that Mrs. Wemmick no longer
55unwound Wemmick's arm when it adapted itself to her figure, but sat in a high-backed chair against the wall, like a
56violoncello in its case, and submitted to be embraced as that melodious instrument might have done. We had an excellent
57breakfast, and when any one declined anything on table, Wemmick said, "Provided by contract, you know; don't be afraid
58of it!" I drank to the new couple, drank to the Aged, drank to the Castle, saluted the bride at parting, and made myself
59as agreeable as I could. Wemmick came down to the door with me, and I again shook hands with him, and wished him joy.
60"Thankee!" said Wemmick, rubbing his hands. "She's such a manager of fowls, you have no idea. You shall have some eggs,
61and judge for yourself. I say, Mr. Pip!" calling me back, and speaking low. "This is altogether a Walworth sentiment,
62please." "I understand. Not to be mentioned in Little Britain," said I. Wemmick nodded. "After what you let out the
63other day, Mr. Jaggers may as well not know of it. He might think my brain was softening, or something of the kind."
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