Great Expectations eBook

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Herbert was my intimate companion and friend.  I presented him with a half-share in my boat, which was the occasion of his often coming down to Hammersmith; and my possession of a halfshare in his chambers often took me up to London.  We used to walk between the two places at all hours.  I have an affection for the road yet (though it is not so pleasant a road as it was then), formed in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.

When I had been in Mr. Pocket’s family a month or two, Mr. and Mrs. Camilla turned up.  Camilla was Mr. Pocket’s sister.  Georgiana, whom I had seen at Miss Havisham’s on the same occasion, also turned up. she was a cousin — an indigestive single woman, who called her rigidity religion, and her liver love.  These people hated me with the hatred of cupidity and disappointment.  As a matter of course, they fawned upon me in my prosperity with the basest meanness.  Towards Mr. Pocket, as a grown-up infant with no notion of his own interests, they showed the complacent forbearance I had heard them express.  Mrs. Pocket they held in contempt; but they allowed the poor soul to have been heavily disappointed in life, because that shed a feeble reflected light upon themselves.

These were the surroundings among which I settled down, and applied myself to my education.  I soon contracted expensive habits, and began to spend an amount of money that within a few short months I should have thought almost fabulous; but through good and evil I stuck to my books.  There was no other merit in this, than my having sense enough to feel my deficiencies.  Between Mr. Pocket and Herbert I got on fast; and, with one or the other always at my elbow to give me the start I wanted, and clear obstructions out of my road, I must have been as great a dolt as Drummle if I had done less.

I had not seen Mr. Wemmick for some weeks, when I thought I would write him a note and propose to go home with him on a certain evening.  He replied that it would give him much pleasure, and that he would expect me at the office at six o’clock.  Thither I went, and there I found him, putting the key of his safe down his back as the clock struck.

“Did you think of walking down to Walworth?” said he.

“Certainly,” said I, “if you approve.”

“Very much,” was Wemmick’s reply, “for I have had my legs under the desk all day, and shall be glad to stretch them.  Now, I’ll tell you what I have got for supper, Mr. Pip.  I have got a stewed steak — which is of home preparation — and a cold roast fowl — which is from the cook’s-shop.  I think it’s tender, because the master of the shop was a Juryman in some cases of ours the other day, and we let him down easy.  I reminded him of it when I bought the fowl, and I said, “Pick us out a good one, old Briton, because if we had chosen to keep you in the box another day or two, we could easily have done it.”  He said to that, “Let me make you a present of the best fowl in the shop.”  I let him, of course.  As far as it goes, it’s property and portable.  You don’t object to an aged parent, I hope?”

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