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When
my
ablutions
were
completed
,
I
was
put
into
clean
linen
of
the
stiffest
character
,
like
a
young
penitent
into
sackcloth
,
and
was
trussed
up
in
my
tightest
and
fearfullest
suit
.
I
was
then
delivered
over
to
Mr
Pumblechook
,
who
formally
received
me
as
if
he
were
the
Sheriff
,
and
who
let
off
upon
me
the
speech
that
I
knew
he
had
been
dying
to
make
all
along
:
"
Boy
,
be
forever
grateful
to
all
friends
,
but
especially
unto
them
which
brought
you
up
by
hand
!
"
"
Good
-
bye
,
Joe
!
"
"
God
bless
you
,
Pip
,
old
chap
!
"
I
had
never
parted
from
him
before
,
and
what
with
my
feelings
and
what
with
soapsuds
,
I
could
at
first
see
no
stars
from
the
chaise
-
cart
.
But
they
twinkled
out
one
by
one
,
without
throwing
any
light
on
the
questions
why
on
earth
I
was
going
to
play
at
Miss
Havisham
’
s
,
and
what
on
earth
I
was
expected
to
play
at
.
Mr
.
Pumblechook
’
s
premises
in
the
High
Street
of
the
market
town
,
were
of
a
peppercorny
and
farinaceous
character
,
as
the
premises
of
a
cornchandler
and
seedsman
should
be
.
It
appeared
to
me
that
he
must
be
a
very
happy
man
indeed
,
to
have
so
many
little
drawers
in
his
shop
;
and
I
wondered
when
I
peeped
into
one
or
two
on
the
lower
tiers
,
and
saw
the
tied
-
up
brown
paper
packets
inside
,
whether
the
flower
-
seeds
and
bulbs
ever
wanted
of
a
fine
day
to
break
out
of
those
jails
,
and
bloom
.
It
was
in
the
early
morning
after
my
arrival
that
I
entertained
this
speculation
.
On
the
previous
night
,
I
had
been
sent
straight
to
bed
in
an
attic
with
a
sloping
roof
,
which
was
so
low
in
the
corner
where
the
bedstead
was
,
that
I
calculated
the
tiles
as
being
within
a
foot
of
my
eyebrows
.
In
the
same
early
morning
,
I
discovered
a
singular
affinity
between
seeds
and
corduroys
.
Mr
.
Pumblechook
wore
corduroys
,
and
so
did
his
shopman
;
and
somehow
,
there
was
a
general
air
and
flavor
about
the
corduroys
,
so
much
in
the
nature
of
seeds
,
and
a
general
air
and
flavor
about
the
seeds
,
so
much
in
the
nature
of
corduroys
,
that
I
hardly
knew
which
was
which
.
The
same
opportunity
served
me
for
noticing
that
Mr
.
Pumblechook
appeared
to
conduct
his
business
by
looking
across
the
street
at
the
saddler
,
who
appeared
to
transact
his
business
by
keeping
his
eye
on
the
coachmaker
,
who
appeared
to
get
on
in
life
by
putting
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
contemplating
the
baker
,
who
in
his
turn
folded
his
arms
and
stared
at
the
grocer
,
who
stood
at
his
door
and
yawned
at
the
chemist
.
The
watchmaker
,
always
poring
over
a
little
desk
with
a
magnifying
-
glass
at
his
eye
,
and
always
inspected
by
a
group
of
smock
-
frocks
poring
over
him
through
the
glass
of
his
shop
-
window
,
seemed
to
be
about
the
only
person
in
the
High
Street
whose
trade
engaged
his
attention
.
Mr
.
Pumblechook
and
I
breakfasted
at
eight
o
’
clock
in
the
parlor
behind
the
shop
,
while
the
shopman
took
his
mug
of
tea
and
hunch
of
bread
and
butter
on
a
sack
of
peas
in
the
front
premises
.
I
considered
Mr
.
Pumblechook
wretched
company
.
Besides
being
possessed
by
my
sister
’
s
idea
that
a
mortifying
and
penitential
character
ought
to
be
imparted
to
my
diet
—
besides
giving
me
as
much
crumb
as
possible
in
combination
with
as
little
butter
,
and
putting
such
a
quantity
of
warm
water
into
my
milk
that
it
would
have
been
more
candid
to
have
left
the
milk
out
altogether
—
his
conversation
consisted
of
nothing
but
arithmetic
.
On
my
politely
bidding
him
Good
morning
,
he
said
,
pompously
,
"
Seven
times
nine
,
boy
?
"
And
how
should
I
be
able
to
answer
,
dodged
in
that
way
,
in
a
strange
place
,
on
an
empty
stomach
!
I
was
hungry
,
but
before
I
had
swallowed
a
morsel
,
he
began
a
running
sum
that
lasted
all
through
the
breakfast
.
"
Seven
?
"
"
And
four
?
"
"
And
eight
?
"
"
And
six
?
"
"
And
two
?
"
"
And
ten
?
"
And
so
on
.
And
after
each
figure
was
disposed
of
,
it
was
as
much
as
I
could
do
to
get
a
bite
or
a
sup
,
before
the
next
came
;
while
he
sat
at
his
ease
guessing
nothing
,
and
eating
bacon
and
hot
roll
,
in
(
if
I
may
be
allowed
the
expression
)
a
gorging
and
gormandizing
manner
.
For
such
reasons
,
I
was
very
glad
when
ten
o
’
clock
came
and
we
started
for
Miss
Havisham
’
s
;
though
I
was
not
at
all
at
my
ease
regarding
the
manner
in
which
I
should
acquit
myself
under
that
lady
’
s
roof
.
Within
a
quarter
of
an
hour
we
came
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
house
,
which
was
of
old
brick
,
and
dismal
,
and
had
a
great
many
iron
bars
to
it
.
Some
of
the
windows
had
been
walled
up
;
of
those
that
remained
,
all
the
lower
were
rustily
barred
.
There
was
a
courtyard
in
front
,
and
that
was
barred
;
so
we
had
to
wait
,
after
ringing
the
bell
,
until
some
one
should
come
to
open
it
.
While
we
waited
at
the
gate
,
I
peeped
in
(
even
then
Mr
.
Pumblechook
said
,
"
And
fourteen
?
"
but
I
pretended
not
to
hear
him
)
,
and
saw
that
at
the
side
of
the
house
there
was
a
large
brewery
.
No
brewing
was
going
on
in
it
,
and
none
seemed
to
have
gone
on
for
a
long
long
time
.
