Wemmick was silent for a little while, and then said with a kind ofstart, "Well
you know, Mr. Pip, I must tell you one thing. This isdevilish good of you."
"Say you'll help me to be good then," said I.
"Ecod," replied Wemmick, shaking his head, "that's not my trade."
"Nor is this your trading-place," said I.
"You are right," he returned. "You hit the nail on the head. Mr.Pip, I'll put
on my considering-cap, and I think all you want todo, may be done by degrees. Skiffins
(that's her brother) is anaccountant and agent. I'll look him up and go to work
for you."
"I thank you ten thousand times."
"On the contrary," said he, "I thank you, for though we arestrictly in our private
and personal capacity, still it may bementioned that there are Newgate cobwebs about,
and it brushes themaway."
After a little further conversation to the same effect, we returnedinto the Castle
where we found Miss Skiffins preparing tea. Theresponsible duty of making the toast
was delegated to the Aged, andthat excellent old gentleman was so intent upon it
that he seemedto me in some danger of melting his eyes. It was no nominal mealthat
we were going to make, but a vigorous reality. The Agedprepared such a haystack
of buttered toast, that I could scarcelysee him over it as it simmered on an iron
stand hooked on to thetop-bar; while Miss Skiffins brewed such a jorum of tea, that
thepig in the back premises became strongly excited, and repeatedlyexpressed his
desire to participate in the entertainment.
The flag had been struck, and the gun had been fired, at the rightmoment of time,
and I felt as snugly cut off from the rest ofWalworth as if the moat were thirty
feet wide by as many deep.Nothing disturbed the tranquillity of the Castle, but
theoccasional tumbling open of John and Miss Skiffins: which littledoors were a
prey to some spasmodic infirmity that made mesympathetically uncomfortable until
I got used to it. I inferredfrom the methodical nature of Miss Skiffins's arrangements
that shemade tea there every Sunday night; and I rather suspected that aclassic
brooch she wore, representing the profile of an undesirablefemale with a very straight
nose and a very new moon, was a pieceof portable property that had been given her
by Wemmick.
We ate the whole of the toast, and drank tea in proportion, and itwas delightful
to see how warm and greasy we all got after it. TheAged especially, might have passed
for some clean old chief of asavage tribe, just oiled. After a short pause for repose,
MissSkiffins - in the absence of the little servant who, it seemed,retired to the
bosom of her family on Sunday afternoons - washed upthe tea-things, in a trifling
lady-like amateur manner thatcompromised none of us. Then, she put on her gloves
again, and wedrew round the fire, and Wemmick said, "Now Aged Parent, tip us thepaper."
Wemmick explained to me while the Aged got his spectacles out, thatthis was according
to custom, and that it gave the old gentlemaninfinite satisfaction to read the news
aloud. "I won't offer anapology," said Wemmick, "for he isn't capable of many pleasures
-are you, Aged P.?"
"All right, John, all right," returned the old man, seeing himselfspoken to.
"Only tip him a nod every now and then when he looks off hispaper," said Wemmick,
"and he'll be as happy as a king. We are allattention, Aged One."
"All right, John, all right!" returned the cheerful old man: sobusy and so pleased,
that it really was quite charming.
The Aged's reading reminded me of the classes at Mr. Wopsle'sgreat-aunt's, with
the pleasanter peculiarity that it seemed tocome through a keyhole. As he wanted
the candles close to him, andas he was always on the verge of putting either his
head or thenewspaper into them, he required as much watching as a powder-mill.But
Wemmick was equally untiring and gentle in his vigilance, andthe Aged read on, quite
unconscious of his many rescues. Wheneverhe looked at us, we all expressed the greatest
interest andamazement, and nodded until he resumed again.
As Wemmick and Miss Skiffins sat side by side, and as I sat in ashadowy corner,
I observed a slow and gradual elongation of Mr.Wemmick's mouth, powerfully suggestive
of his slowly and graduallystealing his arm round Miss Skiffins's waist. In course
of time Isaw his hand appear on the other side of Miss Skiffins; but at thatmoment
Miss Skiffins neatly stopped him with the green glove,unwound his arm again as if
it were an article of dress, and withthe greatest deliberation laid it on the table
before her. MissSkiffins's composure while she did this was one of the mostremarkable
sights I have ever seen, and if I could have thought theact consistent with abstraction
of mind, I should have deemed thatMiss Skiffins performed it mechanically.
By-and-by, I noticed Wemmick's arm beginning to disappear again,and gradually
fading out of view. Shortly afterwards, his mouthbegan to widen again. After an
interval of suspense on my part thatwas quite enthralling and almost painful, I
saw his hand appear onthe other side of Miss Skiffins. Instantly, Miss Skiffins
stoppedit with the neatness of a placid boxer, took off that girdle orcestus as
before, and laid it on the table. Taking the table torepresent the path of virtue,
I am justified in stating that duringthe whole time of the Aged's reading, Wemmick's
arm was strayingfrom the path of virtue and being recalled to it by Miss Skiffins.
At last, the Aged read himself into a light slumber. This was thetime for Wemmick
to produce a little kettle, a tray of glasses, anda black bottle with a porcelain-topped
cork, representing someclerical dignitary of a rubicund and social aspect. With
the aid ofthese appliances we all had something warm to drink: including theAged,
who was soon awake again. Miss Skiffins mixed, and I observedthat she and Wemmick
drank out of one glass. Of course I knewbetter than to offer to see Miss Skiffins
home, and under thecircumstances I thought I had best go first: which I did, taking
acordial leave of the Aged, and having passed a pleasant evening.
Before a week was out, I received a note from Wemmick, datedWalworth, stating
that he hoped he had made some advance in thatmatter appertaining to our private
and personal capacities, andthat he would be glad if I could come and see him again
upon it.So, I went out to Walworth again, and yet again, and yet again, andI saw
him by appointment in the City several times, but never heldany communication with
him on the subject in or near LittleBritain. The upshot was, that we found a worthy
young merchant orshipping-broker, not long established in business, who wantedintelligent
help, and who wanted capital, and who in due course oftime and receipt would want
a partner. Between him and me, secretarticles were signed of which Herbert was the
subject, and I paidhim half of my five hundred pounds down, and engaged for sundryother
payments: some, to fall due at certain dates out of myincome: some, contingent on
my coming into my property. MissSkiffins's brother conducted the negotiation. Wemmick
pervaded itthroughout, but never appeared in it.
The whole business was so cleverly managed, that Herbert had notthe least suspicion
of my hand being in it. I never shall forgetthe radiant face with which he came
home one afternoon, and toldme, as a mighty piece of news, of his having fallen
in with oneClarriker (the young merchant's name), and of Clarriker's havingshown
an extraordinary inclination towards him, and of his beliefthat the opening had
come at last. Day by day as his hopes grewstronger and his face brighter, he must
have thought me a more andmore affectionate friend, for I had the greatest difficulty
inrestraining my tears of triumph when I saw him so happy. At length,the thing being
done, and he having that day entered Clarriker'sHouse, and he having talked to me
for a whole evening in a flush ofpleasure and success, I did really cry in good
earnest when I wentto bed, to think that my expectations had done some good tosomebody.
A great event in my life, the turning point of my life, now openson my view.
But, before I proceed to narrate it, and before I passon to all the changes it involved,
I must give one chapter toEstella. It is not much to give to the theme that so long
filledmy heart.
Chapter 38
If that staid old house near the Green at Richmond should ever cometo be haunted
when I am dead, it will be haunted, surely, by myghost. O the many, many nights
and days through which the unquietspirit within me haunted that house when Estella
lived there! Letmy body be where it would, my spirit was always wandering,wandering,
wandering, about that house.
The lady with whom Estella was placed, Mrs. Brandley by name, was awidow, with
one daughter several years older than Estella. Themother looked young, and the daughter
looked old; the mother'scomplexion was pink, and the daughter's was yellow; the
mother setup for frivolity, and the daughter for theology. They were in whatis called
a good position, and visited, and were visited by,numbers of people. Little, if
any, community of feeling subsistedbetween them and Estella, but the understanding
was establishedthat they were necessary to her, and that she was necessary tothem.
Mrs. Brandley had been a friend of Miss Havisham's before thetime of her seclusion.
In Mrs. Brandley's house and out of Mrs. Brandley's house, I sufferedevery kind
and degree of torture that Estella could cause me. Thenature of my relations with
her, which placed me on terms offamiliarity without placing me on terms of favour,
conduced to mydistraction. She made use of me to tease other admirers, and sheturned
the very familiarity between herself and me, to the accountof putting a constant
slight on my devotion to her. If I had beenher secretary, steward, half-brother,
poor relation - if I had beena younger brother of her appointed husband - I could
not haveseemed to myself, further from my hopes when I was nearest to her.The privilege
of calling her by her name and hearing her call me bymine, became under the circumstances
an aggravation of my trials;and while I think it likely that it almost maddened
her otherlovers, I know too certainly that it almost maddened me.
She had admirers without end. No doubt my jealousy made an admirerof every one
who went near her; but there were more than enough ofthem without that.
I saw her often at Richmond, I heard of her often in town, and Iused often to
take her and the Brandleys on the water; there werepicnics, fete days, plays, operas,
concerts, parties, all sorts ofpleasures, through which I pursued her - and they
were all miseriesto me. I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet
mymind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on thehappiness of having
her with me unto death.
Throughout this part of our intercourse - and it lasted, as willpresently be
seen, for what I then thought a long time - shehabitually reverted to that tone
which expressed that ourassociation was forced upon us. There were other times when
shewould come to a sudden check in this tone and in all her manytones, and would
seem to pity me.
"Pip, Pip," she said one evening, coming to such a check, when wesat apart at
a darkening window of the house in Richmond; "will younever take warning?"
"Of what?"
"Of me."
"Warning not to be attracted by you, do you mean, Estella?"
"Do I mean! If you don't know what I mean, you are blind."
I should have replied that Love was commonly reputed blind, but forthe reason
that I always was restrained - and this was not theleast of my miseries - by a feeling
that it was ungenerous to pressmyself upon her, when she knew that she could not
choose but obeyMiss Havisham. My dread always was, that this knowledge on her partlaid
me under a heavy disadvantage with her pride, and made me thesubject of a rebellious
struggle in her bosom.
"At any rate," said I, "I have no warning given me just now, foryou wrote to
me to come to you, this time."
"That's true," said Estella, with a cold careless smile that alwayschilled me.
After looking at the twilight without, for a little while, she wenton to say:
"The time has come round when Miss Havisham wishes to have me for aday at Satis.
You are to take me there, and bring me back, if youwill. She would rather I did
not travel alone, and objects toreceiving my maid, for she has a sensitive horror
of being talkedof by such people. Can you take me?"
"Can I take you, Estella!"
"You can then? The day after to-morrow, if you please. You are topay all charges
out of my purse, You hear the condition of yourgoing?"
"And must obey," said I.
This was all the preparation I received for that visit, or forothers like it:
Miss Havisham never wrote to me, nor had I ever somuch as seen her handwriting.
We went down on the next day but one,and we found her in the room where I had first
beheld her, and itis needless to add that there was no change in Satis House.
She was even more dreadfully fond of Estella than she had been whenI last saw
them together; I repeat the word advisedly, for therewas something positively dreadful
in the energy of her looks andembraces. She hung upon Estella's beauty, hung upon
her words, hungupon her gestures, and sat mumbling her own trembling fingers whileshe
looked at her, as though she were devouring the beautifulcreature she had reared.
From Estella she looked at me, with a searching glance that seemedto pry into
my heart and probe its wounds. "How does she use you,Pip; how does she use you?"
she asked me again, with her witch-likeeagerness, even in Estella's hearing. But,
when we sat by herflickering fire at night, she was most weird; for then, keepingEstella's
hand drawn through her arm and clutched in her own hand,she extorted from her, by
dint of referring back to what Estellahad told her in her regular letters, the names
and conditions ofthe men whom she had fascinated; and as Miss Havisham dwelt uponthis
roll, with the intensity of a mind mortally hurt and diseased,she sat with her other
hand on her crutch stick, and her chin onthat, and her wan bright eyes glaring at
me, a very spectre.