One day when I was busy with my books and Mr. Pocket, I received a note

by the post, the mere outside of which threw me into a great flutter;

for, though I had never seen the handwriting in which it was addressed,

I divined whose hand it was.

It had no set beginning, as Dear Mr. Pip,

or Dear Pip, or Dear Sir, or Dear Anything, but ran thus:-

"I am to come to London the day after to-morrow by the midday coach. I

believe it was settled you should meet me? At all events Miss Havisham

has that impression, and I write in obedience to it. She sends you her

regard.

"Yours, ESTELLA."

If there had been time, I should probably have ordered several suits

of clothes for this occasion; but as there was not, I was fain to be

content with those I had. My appetite vanished instantly, and I knew

no peace or rest until the day arrived. Not that its arrival brought

me either; for, then I was worse than ever, and began haunting the

coach-office in Wood Street, Cheapside, before the coach had left the

Blue Boar in our town. For all that I knew this perfectly well, I still

felt as if it were not safe to let the coach-office be out of my sight

longer than five minutes at a time; and in this condition of unreason I

had performed the first half-hour of a watch of four or five hours, when

Wemmick ran against me.

"Halloa, Mr. Pip," said he; "how do you do? I should hardly have thought

this was your beat."

I explained that I was waiting to meet somebody who was coming up by

coach, and I inquired after the Castle and the Aged.

"Both flourishing thankye," said Wemmick, "and particularly the Aged.

He's in wonderful feather. He'll be eighty-two next birthday. I have

a notion of firing eighty-two times, if the neighborhood shouldn't

complain, and that cannon of mine should prove equal to the pressure.

However, this is not London talk. Where do you think I am going to?"

"To the office?" said I, for he was tending in that direction.

"Next thing to it," returned Wemmick, "I am going to Newgate. We are in

a banker's-parcel case just at present, and I have been down the road

taking a squint at the scene of action, and thereupon must have a word

or two with our client."

"Did your client commit the robbery?" I asked.

"Bless your soul and body, no," answered Wemmick, very drily. "But he

is accused of it. So might you or I be. Either of us might be accused of

it, you know."




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