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"
No
,
"
said
I
,
"
certainly
not
.
"
The
waiter
(
it
was
he
who
had
brought
up
the
Great
Remonstrance
from
the
Commercials
,
on
the
day
when
I
was
bound
)
appeared
surprised
,
and
took
the
earliest
opportunity
of
putting
a
dirty
old
copy
of
a
local
newspaper
so
directly
in
my
way
,
that
I
took
it
up
and
read
this
paragraph
:
—
Our
readers
will
learn
,
not
altogether
without
interest
,
in
reference
to
the
recent
romantic
rise
in
fortune
of
a
young
artificer
in
iron
of
this
neighborhood
(
what
a
theme
,
by
the
way
,
for
the
magic
pen
of
our
as
yet
not
universally
acknowledged
townsman
TOOBY
,
the
poet
of
our
columns
!
)
that
the
youth
’
s
earliest
patron
,
companion
,
and
friend
,
was
a
highly
respected
individual
not
entirely
unconnected
with
the
corn
and
seed
trade
,
and
whose
eminently
convenient
and
commodious
business
premises
are
situate
within
a
hundred
miles
of
the
High
Street
.
It
is
not
wholly
irrespective
of
our
personal
feelings
that
we
record
HIM
as
the
Mentor
of
our
young
Telemachus
,
for
it
is
good
to
know
that
our
town
produced
the
founder
of
the
latter
’
s
fortunes
.
Does
the
thought
-
contracted
brow
of
the
local
Sage
or
the
lustrous
eye
of
local
Beauty
inquire
whose
fortunes
?
We
believe
that
Quintin
Matsys
was
the
BLACKSMITH
of
Antwerp
.
VERB
.
SAP
I
entertain
a
conviction
,
based
upon
large
experience
,
that
if
in
the
days
of
my
prosperity
I
had
gone
to
the
North
Pole
,
I
should
have
met
somebody
there
,
wandering
Esquimaux
or
civilized
man
,
who
would
have
told
me
that
Pumblechook
was
my
earliest
patron
and
the
founder
of
my
fortunes
.
Betimes
in
the
morning
I
was
up
and
out
.
It
was
too
early
yet
to
go
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
,
so
I
loitered
into
the
country
on
Miss
Havisham
’
s
side
of
town
—
which
was
not
Joe
’
s
side
;
I
could
go
there
to
-
morrow
—
thinking
about
my
patroness
,
and
painting
brilliant
pictures
of
her
plans
for
me
.
She
had
adopted
Estella
,
she
had
as
good
as
adopted
me
,
and
it
could
not
fail
to
be
her
intention
to
bring
us
together
.
She
reserved
it
for
me
to
restore
the
desolate
house
,
admit
the
sunshine
into
the
dark
rooms
,
set
the
clocks
a
-
going
and
the
cold
hearths
a
-
blazing
,
tear
down
the
cobwebs
,
destroy
the
vermin
—
in
short
,
do
all
the
shining
deeds
of
the
young
Knight
of
romance
,
and
marry
the
Princess
.
I
had
stopped
to
look
at
the
house
as
I
passed
;
and
its
seared
red
brick
walls
,
blocked
windows
,
and
strong
green
ivy
clasping
even
the
stacks
of
chimneys
with
its
twigs
and
tendons
,
as
if
with
sinewy
old
arms
,
had
made
up
a
rich
attractive
mystery
,
of
which
I
was
the
hero
.
Estella
was
the
inspiration
of
it
,
and
the
heart
of
it
,
of
course
.
But
,
though
she
had
taken
such
strong
possession
of
me
,
though
my
fancy
and
my
hope
were
so
set
upon
her
,
though
her
influence
on
my
boyish
life
and
character
had
been
all
-
powerful
,
I
did
not
,
even
that
romantic
morning
,
invest
her
with
any
attributes
save
those
she
possessed
.
I
mention
this
in
this
place
,
of
a
fixed
purpose
,
because
it
is
the
clew
by
which
I
am
to
be
followed
into
my
poor
labyrinth
.
According
to
my
experience
,
the
conventional
notion
of
a
lover
cannot
be
always
true
.
The
unqualified
truth
is
,
that
when
I
loved
Estella
with
the
love
of
a
man
,
I
loved
her
simply
because
I
found
her
irresistible
.
Once
for
all
;
I
knew
to
my
sorrow
,
often
and
often
,
if
not
always
,
that
I
loved
her
against
reason
,
against
promise
,
against
peace
,
against
hope
,
against
happiness
,
against
all
discouragement
that
could
be
.
Once
for
all
;
I
loved
her
none
the
less
because
I
knew
it
,
and
it
had
no
more
influence
in
restraining
me
than
if
I
had
devoutly
believed
her
to
be
human
perfection
.
I
so
shaped
out
my
walk
as
to
arrive
at
the
gate
at
my
old
time
.
When
I
had
rung
at
the
bell
with
an
unsteady
hand
,
I
turned
my
back
upon
the
gate
,
while
I
tried
to
get
my
breath
and
keep
the
beating
of
my
heart
moderately
quiet
.
I
heard
the
side
-
door
open
,
and
steps
come
across
the
courtyard
;
but
I
pretended
not
to
hear
,
even
when
the
gate
swung
on
its
rusty
hinges
.
Being
at
last
touched
on
the
shoulder
,
I
started
and
turned
.
I
started
much
more
naturally
then
,
to
find
myself
confronted
by
a
man
in
a
sober
gray
dress
.
The
last
man
I
should
have
expected
to
see
in
that
place
of
porter
at
Miss
Havisham
’
s
door
.
"
Orlick
!
"
