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"
Pray
,
sir
,
"
said
I
,
"
may
I
ask
you
a
question
?
"
"
You
may
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
I
may
decline
to
answer
it
.
Put
your
question
.
"
"
Estella
’
s
name
.
Is
it
Havisham
or
—
?
"
I
had
nothing
to
add
.
"
Or
what
?
"
said
he
.
"
Is
it
Havisham
?
"
"
It
is
Havisham
.
"
This
brought
us
to
the
dinner
-
table
,
where
she
and
Sarah
Pocket
awaited
us
.
Mr
.
Jaggers
presided
,
Estella
sat
opposite
to
him
,
I
faced
my
green
and
yellow
friend
.
We
dined
very
well
,
and
were
waited
on
by
a
maid
-
servant
whom
I
had
never
seen
in
all
my
comings
and
goings
,
but
who
,
for
anything
I
know
,
had
been
in
that
mysterious
house
the
whole
time
.
After
dinner
a
bottle
of
choice
old
port
was
placed
before
my
guardian
(
he
was
evidently
well
acquainted
with
the
vintage
)
,
and
the
two
ladies
left
us
.
Anything
to
equal
the
determined
reticence
of
Mr
.
Jaggers
under
that
roof
I
never
saw
elsewhere
,
even
in
him
.
He
kept
his
very
looks
to
himself
,
and
scarcely
directed
his
eyes
to
Estella
’
s
face
once
during
dinner
.
When
she
spoke
to
him
,
he
listened
,
and
in
due
course
answered
,
but
never
looked
at
her
,
that
I
could
see
.
On
the
other
hand
,
she
often
looked
at
him
,
with
interest
and
curiosity
,
if
not
distrust
,
but
his
face
never
,
showed
the
least
consciousness
.
Throughout
dinner
he
took
a
dry
delight
in
making
Sarah
Pocket
greener
and
yellower
,
by
often
referring
in
conversation
with
me
to
my
expectations
;
but
here
,
again
,
he
showed
no
consciousness
,
and
even
made
it
appear
that
he
extorted
—
and
even
did
extort
,
though
I
don
’
t
know
how
—
those
references
out
of
my
innocent
self
.
And
when
he
and
I
were
left
alone
together
,
he
sat
with
an
air
upon
him
of
general
lying
by
in
consequence
of
information
he
possessed
,
that
really
was
too
much
for
me
.
He
cross
-
examined
his
very
wine
when
he
had
nothing
else
in
hand
.
He
held
it
between
himself
and
the
candle
,
tasted
the
port
,
rolled
it
in
his
mouth
,
swallowed
it
,
looked
at
his
glass
again
,
smelt
the
port
,
tried
it
,
drank
it
,
filled
again
,
and
cross
-
examined
the
glass
again
,
until
I
was
as
nervous
as
if
I
had
known
the
wine
to
be
telling
him
something
to
my
disadvantage
.
Three
or
four
times
I
feebly
thought
I
would
start
conversation
;
but
whenever
he
saw
me
going
to
ask
him
anything
,
he
looked
at
me
with
his
glass
in
his
hand
,
and
rolling
his
wine
about
in
his
mouth
,
as
if
requesting
me
to
take
notice
that
it
was
of
no
use
,
for
he
couldn
’
t
answer
.
