I selected the materials for a suit, with the assistance of Mr.Trabb's judgment,
and re-entered the parlour to be measured. For,although Mr. Trabb had my measure
already, and had previously beenquite contented with it, he said apologetically
that it "wouldn'tdo under existing circumstances, sir - wouldn't do at all." So,
Mr.Trabb measured and calculated me, in the parlour, as if I were anestate and he
the finest species of surveyor, and gave himself sucha world of trouble that I felt
that no suit of clothes couldpossibly remunerate him for his pains. When he had
at last done andhad appointed to send the articles to Mr. Pumblechook's on theThursday
evening, he said, with his hand upon the parlour lock, "Iknow, sir, that London
gentlemen cannot be expected to patronizelocal work, as a rule; but if you would
give me a turn now and thenin the quality of a townsman, I should greatly esteem
it. Goodmorning, sir, much obliged. - Door!"
The last word was flung at the boy, who had not the least notionwhat it meant.
But I saw him collapse as his master rubbed me outwith his hands, and my first decided
experience of the stupendouspower of money, was, that it had morally laid upon his
After this memorable event, I went to the hatter's, and thebootmaker's, and the
hosier's, and felt rather like MotherHubbard's dog whose outfit required the services
of so many trades.I also went to the coach-office and took my place for seven o'clockon
Saturday morning. It was not necessary to explain everywherethat I had come into
a handsome property; but whenever I saidanything to that effect, it followed that
the officiating tradesmanceased to have his attention diverted through the window
by theHigh-street, and concentrated his mind upon me. When I had orderedeverything
I wanted, I directed my steps towards Pumblechook's,and, as I approached that gentleman's
place of business, I saw himstanding at his door.
He was waiting for me with great impatience. He had been out earlyin the chaise-cart,
and had called at the forge and heard thenews. He had prepared a collation for me
in the Barnwell parlour,and he too ordered his shopman to "come out of the gangway"
as mysacred person passed.
"My dear friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, taking me by both hands,when he and I
and the collation were alone, "I give you joy of yourgood fortune. Well deserved,
This was coming to the point, and I thought it a sensible way ofexpressing himself.
"To think," said Mr. Pumblechook, after snorting admiration at mefor some moments,
"that I should have been the humble instrument ofleading up to this, is a proud
I begged Mr. Pumblechook to remember that nothing was to be eversaid or hinted,
on that point.
"My dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, "if you will allow meto call you
I murmured "Certainly," and Mr. Pumblechook took me by both handsagain, and communicated
a movement to his waistcoat, which had anemotional appearance, though it was rather
low down, "My dear youngfriend, rely upon my doing my little all in your absence,
bykeeping the fact before the mind of Joseph. - Joseph!" said Mr.Pumblechook, in
the way of a compassionate adjuration. "Joseph!!Joseph!!!" Thereupon he shook his
head and tapped it, expressinghis sense of deficiency in Joseph.
"But my dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, "you must behungry, you must
be exhausted. Be seated. Here is a chicken hadround from the Boar, here is a tongue
had round from the Boar,here's one or two little things had round from the Boar,
that Ihope you may not despise. But do I," said Mr. Pumblechook, gettingup again
the moment after he had sat down, "see afore me, him as Iever sported with in his
times of happy infancy? And may I - mayI - ?"
This May I, meant might he shake hands? I consented, and he wasfervent, and then
sat down again.
"Here is wine," said Mr. Pumblechook. "Let us drink, Thanks toFortune, and may
she ever pick out her favourites with equaljudgment! And yet I cannot," said Mr.
Pumblechook, getting up again,"see afore me One - and likewise drink to One - without
againexpressing - May I - may I - ?"
I said he might, and he shook hands with me again, and emptied hisglass and turned
it upside down. I did the same; and if I hadturned myself upside down before drinking,
the wine could not havegone more direct to my head.
Mr. Pumblechook helped me to the liver wing, and to the best sliceof tongue (none
of those out-of-the-way No Thoroughfares of Porknow), and took, comparatively speaking,
no care of himself at all."Ah! poultry, poultry! You little thought," said Mr. Pumblechook,apostrophizing
the fowl in the dish, "when you was a youngfledgling, what was in store for you.
You little thought you was tobe refreshment beneath this humble roof for one as
- Call it aweakness, if you will," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, "butmay
I? may I - ?"
It began to be unnecessary to repeat the form of saying he might,so he did it
at once. How he ever did it so often without woundinghimself with my knife, I don't
"And your sister," he resumed, after a little steady eating, "whichhad the honour
of bringing you up by hand! It's a sad picter, toreflect that she's no longer equal
to fully understanding thehonour. May--"
I saw he was about to come at me again, and I stopped him.
"We'll drink her health," said I.
"Ah!" cried Mr. Pumblechook, leaning back in his chair, quiteflaccid with admiration,
"that's the way you know 'em, sir!" (Idon't know who Sir was, but he certainly was
not I, and there wasno third person present); "that's the way you know the nobleminded,sir!
Ever forgiving and ever affable. It might," said the servilePumblechook, putting
down his untasted glass in a hurry and gettingup again, "to a common person, have
the appearance of repeating -but may I - ?"
When he had done it, he resumed his seat and drank to my sister."Let us never
be blind," said Mr. Pumblechook, "to her faults oftemper, but it is to be hoped
she meant well."
At about this time, I began to observe that he was getting flushedin the face;
as to myself, I felt all face, steeped in wine andsmarting.
I mentioned to Mr. Pumblechook that I wished to have my new clothessent to his
house, and he was ecstatic on my so distinguishing him.I mentioned my reason for
desiring to avoid observation in thevillage, and he lauded it to the skies. There
was nobody buthimself, he intimated, worthy of my confidence, and - in short,might
he? Then he asked me tenderly if I remembered our boyishgames at sums, and how we
had gone together to have me boundapprentice, and, in effect, how he had ever been
my favourite fancyand my chosen friend? If I had taken ten times as many glasses
ofwine as I had, I should have known that he never had stood in thatrelation towards
me, and should in my heart of hearts haverepudiated the idea. Yet for all that,
I remember feeling convincedthat I had been much mistaken in him, and that he was
a sensiblepractical good-hearted prime fellow.
By degrees he fell to reposing such great confidence in me, as toask my advice
in reference to his own affairs. He mentioned thatthere was an opportunity for a
great amalgamation and monopoly ofthe corn and seed trade on those premises, if
enlarged, such as hadnever occurred before in that, or any other neighbourhood.
Whatalone was wanting to the realization of a vast fortune, heconsidered to be More
Capital. Those were the two little words,more capital. Now it appeared to him (Pumblechook)
that if thatcapital were got into the business, through a sleeping partner, sir-
which sleeping partner would have nothing to do but walk in, byself or deputy, whenever
he pleased, and examine the books - andwalk in twice a year and take his profits
away in his pocket, tothe tune of fifty per cent. - it appeared to him that that
might bean opening for a young gentleman of spirit combined with property,which
would be worthy of his attention. But what did I think? Hehad great confidence in
my opinion, and what did I think? I gave itas my opinion. "Wait a bit!" The united
vastness and distinctnessof this view so struck him, that he no longer asked if
he mightshake hands with me, but said he really must - and did.
We drank all the wine, and Mr. Pumblechook pledged himself over andover again
to keep Joseph up to the mark (I don't know what mark),and to render me efficient
and constant service (I don't know whatservice). He also made known to me for the
first time in my life,and certainly after having kept his secret wonderfully well,
thathe had always said of me, "That boy is no common boy, and mark me,his fortun'
will be no common fortun'." He said with a tearfulsmile that it was a singular thing
to think of now, and I said sotoo. Finally, I went out into the air, with a dim
perception thatthere was something unwonted in the conduct of the sunshine, andfound
that I had slumberously got to the turn-pike without havingtaken any account of
There, I was roused by Mr. Pumblechook's hailing me. He was a longway down the
sunny street, and was making expressive gestures forme to stop. I stopped, and he
came up breathless.
"No, my dear friend," said he, when he had recovered wind forspeech. "Not if
I can help it. This occasion shall not entirelypass without that affability on your
part. - May I, as an oldfriend and well-wisher? May I?"
We shook hands for the hundredth time at least, and he ordered ayoung carter
out of my way with the greatest indignation. Then, heblessed me and stood waving
his hand to me until I had passed thecrook in the road; and then I turned into a
field and had a longnap under a hedge before I pursued my way home.
I had scant luggage to take with me to London, for little of thelittle I possessed
was adapted to my new station. But, I beganpacking that same afternoon, and wildly
packed up things that Iknew I should want next morning, in a fiction that there
was not amoment to be lost.
So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, passed; and on Friday morningI went to
Mr. Pumblechook's, to put on my new clothes and pay myvisit to Miss Havisham. Mr.
Pumblechook's own room was given up tome to dress in, and was decorated with clean
towels expressly forthe event. My clothes were rather a disappointment, of course.Probably
every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on sinceclothes came in, fell a
trifle short of the wearer's expectation.But after I had had my new suit on, some
half an hour, and had gonethrough an immensity of posturing with Mr. Pumblechook's
verylimited dressing-glass, in the futile endeavour to see my legs, itseemed to
fit me better. It being market morning at a neighbouringtown some ten miles off,
Mr. Pumblechook was not at home. I had nottold him exactly when I meant to leave,
and was not likely to shakehands with him again before departing. This was all as
it shouldbe, and I went out in my new array: fearfully ashamed of having topass
the shopman, and suspicious after all that I was at a personaldisadvantage, something
like Joe's in his Sunday suit.
I went circuitously to Miss Havisham's by all the back ways, andrang at the bell
constrainedly, on account of the stiff longfingers of my gloves. Sarah Pocket came
to the gate, and positivelyreeled back when she saw me so changed; her walnut-shellcountenance
likewise, turned from brown to green and yellow.
"You?" said she. "You, good gracious! What do you want?"
"I am going to London, Miss Pocket," said I, "and want to saygood-bye to Miss
I was not expected, for she left me locked in the yard, while shewent to ask
if I were to be admitted. After a very short delay, shereturned and took me up,
staring at me all the way.
Miss Havisham was taking exercise in the room with the long spreadtable, leaning
on her crutch stick. The room was lighted as ofyore, and at the sound of our entrance,
she stopped and turned. Shewas then just abreast of the rotted bride-cake.
"Don't go, Sarah," she said. "Well, Pip?"
"I start for London, Miss Havisham, to-morrow," I was exceedinglycareful what
I said, "and I thought you would kindly not mind mytaking leave of you."
"This is a gay figure, Pip," said she, making her crutch stick playround me,
as if she, the fairy godmother who had changed me, werebestowing the finishing gift.
"I have come into such good fortune since I saw you last, MissHavisham," I murmured.
"And I am so grateful for it, MissHavisham!"
"Ay, ay!" said she, looking at the discomfited and envious Sarah,with delight.
"I have seen Mr. Jaggers. I have heard about it, Pip.So you go to-morrow?"
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
"And you are adopted by a rich person?"
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
"No, Miss Havisham."
"And Mr. Jaggers is made your guardian?"
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
She quite gloated on these questions and answers, so keen was herenjoyment of
Sarah Pocket's jealous dismay. "Well!" she went on;"you have a promising career
before you. Be good - deserve it - andabide by Mr. Jaggers's instructions." She
looked at me, and lookedat Sarah, and Sarah's countenance wrung out of her watchful
face acruel smile. "Good-bye, Pip! - you will always keep the name ofPip, you know."
"Yes, Miss Havisham."
She stretched out her hand, and I went down on my knee and put itto my lips.
I had not considered how I should take leave of her; itcame naturally to me at the
moment, to do this. She looked at SarahPocket with triumph in her weird eyes, and
so I left my fairygodmother, with both her hands on her crutch stick, standing in
themidst of the dimly lighted room beside the rotten bridecake thatwas hidden in