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Presently
,
Joe
came
back
,
saying
that
the
man
was
gone
,
but
that
he
,
Joe
,
had
left
word
at
the
Three
Jolly
Bargemen
concerning
the
notes
Then
my
sister
sealed
them
up
in
a
piece
of
paper
,
and
put
them
under
some
dried
rose
-
leaves
in
an
ornamental
teapot
on
the
top
of
a
press
in
the
state
parlor
.
There
they
remained
,
a
nightmare
to
me
,
many
and
many
a
night
and
day
.
I
had
sadly
broken
sleep
when
I
got
to
bed
,
through
thinking
of
the
strange
man
taking
aim
at
me
with
his
invisible
gun
,
and
of
the
guiltily
coarse
and
common
thing
it
was
,
to
be
on
secret
terms
of
conspiracy
with
convicts
—
a
feature
in
my
low
career
that
I
had
previously
forgotten
.
I
was
haunted
by
the
file
too
.
A
dread
possessed
me
that
when
I
least
expected
it
,
the
file
would
reappear
.
I
coaxed
myself
to
sleep
by
thinking
of
Miss
Havisham
’
s
,
next
Wednesday
;
and
in
my
sleep
I
saw
the
file
coming
at
me
out
of
a
door
,
without
seeing
who
held
it
,
and
I
screamed
myself
awake
.
At
the
appointed
time
I
returned
to
Miss
Havisham
’
s
,
and
my
hesitating
ring
at
the
gate
brought
out
Estella
.
She
locked
it
after
admitting
me
,
as
she
had
done
before
,
and
again
preceded
me
into
the
dark
passage
where
her
candle
stood
.
She
took
no
notice
of
me
until
she
had
the
candle
in
her
hand
,
when
she
looked
over
her
shoulder
,
superciliously
saying
,
"
You
are
to
come
this
way
to
-
day
,
"
and
took
me
to
quite
another
part
of
the
house
.
The
passage
was
a
long
one
,
and
seemed
to
pervade
the
whole
square
basement
of
the
Manor
House
.
We
traversed
but
one
side
of
the
square
,
however
,
and
at
the
end
of
it
she
stopped
,
and
put
her
candle
down
and
opened
a
door
.
Here
,
the
daylight
reappeared
,
and
I
found
myself
in
a
small
paved
courtyard
,
the
opposite
side
of
which
was
formed
by
a
detached
dwelling
-
house
,
that
looked
as
if
it
had
once
belonged
to
the
manager
or
head
clerk
of
the
extinct
brewery
.
There
was
a
clock
in
the
outer
wall
of
this
house
.
Like
the
clock
in
Miss
Havisham
’
s
room
,
and
like
Miss
Havisham
’
s
watch
,
it
had
stopped
at
twenty
minutes
to
nine
.
We
went
in
at
the
door
,
which
stood
open
,
and
into
a
gloomy
room
with
a
low
ceiling
,
on
the
ground
-
floor
at
the
back
.
There
was
some
company
in
the
room
,
and
Estella
said
to
me
as
she
joined
it
,
"
You
are
to
go
and
stand
there
boy
,
till
you
are
wanted
.
"
"
There
"
,
being
the
window
,
I
crossed
to
it
,
and
stood
"
there
,
"
in
a
very
uncomfortable
state
of
mind
,
looking
out
.
It
opened
to
the
ground
,
and
looked
into
a
most
miserable
corner
of
the
neglected
garden
,
upon
a
rank
ruin
of
cabbage
-
stalks
,
and
one
box
-
tree
that
had
been
clipped
round
long
ago
,
like
a
pudding
,
and
had
a
new
growth
at
the
top
of
it
,
out
of
shape
and
of
a
different
color
,
as
if
that
part
of
the
pudding
had
stuck
to
the
saucepan
and
got
burnt
.
This
was
my
homely
thought
,
as
I
contemplated
the
box
-
tree
.
There
had
been
some
light
snow
,
overnight
,
and
it
lay
nowhere
else
to
my
knowledge
;
but
,
it
had
not
quite
melted
from
the
cold
shadow
of
this
bit
of
garden
,
and
the
wind
caught
it
up
in
little
eddies
and
threw
it
at
the
window
,
as
if
it
pelted
me
for
coming
there
.
I
divined
that
my
coming
had
stopped
conversation
in
the
room
,
and
that
its
other
occupants
were
looking
at
me
.
I
could
see
nothing
of
the
room
except
the
shining
of
the
fire
in
the
window
-
glass
,
but
I
stiffened
in
all
my
joints
with
the
consciousness
that
I
was
under
close
inspection
.
There
were
three
ladies
in
the
room
and
one
gentleman
.
Before
I
had
been
standing
at
the
window
five
minutes
,
they
somehow
conveyed
to
me
that
they
were
all
toadies
and
humbugs
,
but
that
each
of
them
pretended
not
to
know
that
the
others
were
toadies
and
humbugs
:
because
the
admission
that
he
or
she
did
know
it
,
would
have
made
him
or
her
out
to
be
a
toady
and
humbug
.
They
all
had
a
listless
and
dreary
air
of
waiting
somebody
’
s
pleasure
,
and
the
most
talkative
of
the
ladies
had
to
speak
quite
rigidly
to
repress
a
yawn
.
