Great Expectations Page #2

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No, Pip.

But you teach me,

are you chap?

Well... if this boy ain't

grateful this day

he never will be.

Get him ready, mum.

Well? What are

you staring at?

This boy's fortunes

may be made today

if she favours him.

You better make certain

she favours you.

Get off, boy.

Boy, let your behaviour here be a credit

to them which brought you up by hand.

- What name?

- Pumblechook.

Quite right.

This is Pip.

This is Pip, is it?

Come in, Pip.

Oh, did you wish

to see Miss Havisham?

If Miss Havisham wished to see me.

Which is what she didn't.

Remember, Pip.

Credit, nothing but credit.

Don't loiter, boy!

- After you, Miss.

- Don't be ridiculous, boy.

I'm not going in.

Go on!

- Who are you?

- Pip, ma'am.

Pip?

R.r Pumblechook's boy.

Sometimes I have sick fancies, Pip.

I have a sick fancy

that I want to see some play.

So...

So, please...

Play!

Play!

Play!

No... No.

Are you afraid of me?

I'm afraid of my

not pleasing you.

I should get into trouble with

my sister if you would not favour me.

- Fetch Estella.

- She...?

Fetch her.

Beggar again.

Two jacks. Now we

have to go to war.

He calls the knaves jacks.

How coarse his hands are.

And what thick boots.

You say nothing of her.

What do you think of her?

Tell me in my ear.

He thinks you are very proud

and insulting and very pretty.

Anything else?

I think I should like

to go home now.

And never see her again?

Though she is so pretty?

I'm not sure that I shouldn't like to see

her again, but I should like to go home now.

- Come back after six days, you hear?

- Yes, ma'am.

Estella, take him down.

Give him something to eat.

Let him roam around.

Why don't you so cry again?

- Because I don't want to.

- Yes, you do.

Pretty well?

Look on your answers!

Pretty well? What you

mean by pretty well?

I mean... pretty well.

Don't lose your temper

with him, mum.

Leave this to me.

Boy...

What like is Miss Havisham?

- Very tall and dark.

- Is she, uncle?

Good. We are beginning to

hold our own, I think, mum.

You know so well how to

deal with him, uncle.

Now, boy...

What was she doing of

when you went in today?

She was sitting in

a black velvet coach.

Yes, and Miss Estella,

that's her niece I think

handed her in cake and wine

at the coach-window

on a gold plate.

And we all had cake and wine

on gold plates.

And I got up behind the coach to eat mine,

because she told me to.

There were four dogs there

fighting for veal cutlets

out of a silver basket.

Can this be true, uncle?

The boy was there to play.

And this coach... What can the boy

mean? Did you ever see her in it?

Many times, mum.

And what did you

play at, boy?

We played with flags.

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