"I am my own engineer, and my own carpenter, and my own plumber, and

my own gardener, and my own Jack of all Trades," said Wemmick, in

acknowledging my compliments. "Well; it's a good thing, you know. It

brushes the Newgate cobwebs away, and pleases the Aged. You wouldn't

mind being at once introduced to the Aged, would you? It wouldn't put

you out?"

I expressed the readiness I felt, and we went into the castle. There

we found, sitting by a fire, a very old man in a flannel coat: clean,

cheerful, comfortable, and well cared for, but intensely deaf.

"Well aged parent," said Wemmick, shaking hands with him in a cordial

and jocose way, "how am you?"

"All right, John; all right!" replied the old man.

"Here's Mr. Pip, aged parent," said Wemmick, "and I wish you could hear

his name. Nod away at him, Mr. Pip; that's what he likes. Nod away at

him, if you please, like winking!"

"This is a fine place of my son's, sir," cried the old man, while I

nodded as hard as I possibly could. "This is a pretty pleasure-ground,

sir. This spot and these beautiful works upon it ought to be kept

together by the Nation, after my son's time, for the people's

enjoyment."

"You're as proud of it as Punch; ain't you, Aged?" said Wemmick,

contemplating the old man, with his hard face really softened; "there's

a nod for you;" giving him a tremendous one; "there's another for you;"

giving him a still more tremendous one; "you like that, don't you? If

you're not tired, Mr. Pip--though I know it's tiring to strangers--will

you tip him one more? You can't think how it pleases him."

I tipped him several more, and he was in great spirits. We left him

bestirring himself to feed the fowls, and we sat down to our punch in

the arbor; where Wemmick told me, as he smoked a pipe, that it had taken

him a good many years to bring the property up to its present pitch of

perfection.

"Is it your own, Mr. Wemmick?"

"O yes," said Wemmick, "I have got hold of it, a bit at a time. It's a

freehold, by George!"

"Is it indeed? I hope Mr. Jaggers admires it?"

"Never seen it," said Wemmick. "Never heard of it. Never seen the Aged.

Never heard of him. No; the office is one thing, and private life is

another. When I go into the office, I leave the Castle behind me, and

when I come into the Castle, I leave the office behind me. If it's not

in any way disagreeable to you, you'll oblige me by doing the same. I

don't wish it professionally spoken about."




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