Great Expectations Page #4

- There?

- I can't guess what it is, ma'am.

It's a great cake. A bride-cake.

Mine.

On this day of the year,

long before you were born,

this heap of decay was brought here.

It and I have worn away together.

Mice have gnawed at it.

And sharper teeth

than teeth of mice have gnawed at me.

There, there.

Walk me.

Walk me! Walk me!

Dear Miss Havisham.

Good morning, Miss Havisham.

- How well you look.

- I do not look well, Sarah Pocket.

I am yellow skin and bone.

Those, Pip, are my relations,

the Pockets.

They are very particularly

interested in my health.

So, once a year, on my birthday,

I summon them to visit me.

- Many ha...

- There!

Pip, my dear,

run into the garden and play.

Estella will tell you when to come back.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello, young fellow!

- Hello.

- Who gave you leave to prowl about?

Miss Estella.

Come and fight.

Oh, stop a minute, though. I ought

to give you a reason for fighting, too.

There it is. Come on.

- Are you satisfied with the ground?

- Quite satisfied, thank you.

Good.

- Ready?

- Ready.

That means you've won.

Can I help you?

No, thankee. I'm quite all right.

- Good afternoon, then.

- Same to you.

Boy!

Boy!

Yes, Miss?

You may kiss me, if you like.

Now you are to go home.

Three months later,

my sister became ill

and was laid to rest

in the churchyard on the marshes.

The occasion was marked for me,

not so much by the passing of Mrs. Joe,

as by the arrival of Biddy.

Very soon she became

a trusted friend to both of us

and a blessing to the household.

Biddy, I want you to help me.

Don't I help you, Pip?

Oh, yes, you help me a lot

with my letters and figures,

but this is a secret.

Oh, what is it?

- Biddy.

- Yes?

- Biddy, I want to be a gentleman.

- A gentleman?

Oh, I wouldn't if I was you, Pip.

I don't think it would answer.

Biddy, I have a particular reason

for wanting to be a gentleman.

Well, you know best, Pip, but don't

you think you're happy as you are?

I'm not happy as I am.

I'm coarse and common.

Coarse and common,

are you, Pip? Who said so?

The beautiful young lady at

Miss Havisham's.

And I want to be a gentleman

on her account.

- Whom have we here?

- A boy.

- A boy of the neighborhood, hey?

- Yes, sir.

- How do you come here?

- Miss Havisham sent for me, sir.

Well, behave yourself.

I have a pretty large experience of boys

and you're a bad lot of fellows.

- Mind you behave yourself.

- Yes, sir.

- Take this in there, boy.

- Yes, Miss.

From this moment,

I entered upon the occupation

of pushing Miss Havisham in her chair.

As we began to be more

used to one another,

Miss Havisham talked more to me

and asked me such questions

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