Great Expectations

As we came out of the prison through the lodge, I found that the great

importance of my guardian was appreciated by the turnkeys, no less

than by those whom they held in charge. "Well, Mr. Wemmick," said the

turnkey, who kept us between the two studded and spiked lodge gates,

and who carefully locked one before he unlocked the other, "what's Mr.

Jaggers going to do with that water-side murder? Is he going to make it

manslaughter, or what's he going to make of it?"

"Why don't you ask him?" returned Wemmick.

"O yes, I dare say!" said the turnkey.

"Now, that's the way with them here, Mr. Pip," remarked Wemmick, turning

to me with his post-office elongated. "They don't mind what they ask of

me, the subordinate; but you'll never catch 'em asking any questions of

my principal."

"Is this young gentleman one of the 'prentices or articled ones of your

office?" asked the turnkey, with a grin at Mr. Wemmick's humor.

"There he goes again, you see!" cried Wemmick, "I told you so! Asks

another question of the subordinate before his first is dry! Well,

supposing Mr. Pip is one of them?"

"Why then," said the turnkey, grinning again, "he knows what Mr. Jaggers

is."

"Yah!" cried Wemmick, suddenly hitting out at the turnkey in a facetious

way, "you're dumb as one of your own keys when you have to do with my

principal, you know you are. Let us out, you old fox, or I'll get him to

bring an action against you for false imprisonment."

The turnkey laughed, and gave us good day, and stood laughing at us over

the spikes of the wicket when we descended the steps into the street.

"Mind you, Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, gravely in my ear, as he took my arm

to be more confidential; "I don't know that Mr. Jaggers does a better

thing than the way in which he keeps himself so high. He's always so

high. His constant height is of a piece with his immense abilities. That

Colonel durst no more take leave of him, than that turnkey durst ask him

his intentions respecting a case. Then, between his height and them, he

slips in his subordinate,--don't you see?--and so he has 'em, soul and

body."

I was very much impressed, and not for the first time, by my guardian's

subtlety. To confess the truth, I very heartily wished, and not for the

first time, that I had had some other guardian of minor abilities.