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"
What
?
You
are
not
going
to
say
into
the
old
Estella
?
"
Miss
Havisham
interrupted
.
"
She
was
proud
and
insulting
,
and
you
wanted
to
go
away
from
her
.
Don
’
t
you
remember
?
"
I
said
confusedly
that
that
was
long
ago
,
and
that
I
knew
no
better
then
,
and
the
like
.
Estella
smiled
with
perfect
composure
,
and
said
she
had
no
doubt
of
my
having
been
quite
right
,
and
of
her
having
been
very
disagreeable
.
"
Is
he
changed
?
"
Miss
Havisham
asked
her
.
"
Very
much
,
"
said
Estella
,
looking
at
me
.
"
Less
coarse
and
common
?
"
said
Miss
Havisham
,
playing
with
Estella
’
s
hair
.
Estella
laughed
,
and
looked
at
the
shoe
in
her
hand
,
and
laughed
again
,
and
looked
at
me
,
and
put
the
shoe
down
.
She
treated
me
as
a
boy
still
,
but
she
lured
me
on
.
We
sat
in
the
dreamy
room
among
the
old
strange
influences
which
had
so
wrought
upon
me
,
and
I
learnt
that
she
had
but
just
come
home
from
France
,
and
that
she
was
going
to
London
.
Proud
and
wilful
as
of
old
,
she
had
brought
those
qualities
into
such
subjection
to
her
beauty
that
it
was
impossible
and
out
of
nature
—
or
I
thought
so
—
to
separate
them
from
her
beauty
.
Truly
it
was
impossible
to
dissociate
her
presence
from
all
those
wretched
hankerings
after
money
and
gentility
that
had
disturbed
my
boyhood
,
—
from
all
those
ill
-
regulated
aspirations
that
had
first
made
me
ashamed
of
home
and
Joe
—
from
all
those
visions
that
had
raised
her
face
in
the
glowing
fire
,
struck
it
out
of
the
iron
on
the
anvil
,
extracted
it
from
the
darkness
of
night
to
look
in
at
the
wooden
window
of
the
forge
,
and
flit
away
.
In
a
word
,
it
was
impossible
for
me
to
separate
her
,
in
the
past
or
in
the
present
,
from
the
innermost
life
of
my
life
.
It
was
settled
that
I
should
stay
there
all
the
rest
of
the
day
,
and
return
to
the
hotel
at
night
,
and
to
London
to
-
morrow
.
When
we
had
conversed
for
a
while
,
Miss
Havisham
sent
us
two
out
to
walk
in
the
neglected
garden
:
on
our
coming
in
by
and
by
,
she
said
,
I
should
wheel
her
about
a
little
,
as
in
times
of
yore
.
So
,
Estella
and
I
went
out
into
the
garden
by
the
gate
through
which
I
had
strayed
to
my
encounter
with
the
pale
young
gentleman
,
now
Herbert
;
I
,
trembling
in
spirit
and
worshipping
the
very
hem
of
her
dress
;
she
,
quite
composed
and
most
decidedly
not
worshipping
the
hem
of
mine
.
As
we
drew
near
to
the
place
of
encounter
,
she
stopped
and
said
—
