Great Expectations

From Little Britain I went, with my check in my pocket, to Miss

Skiffins's brother, the accountant; and Miss Skiffins's brother, the

accountant, going straight to Clarriker's and bringing Clarriker to me,

I had the great satisfaction of concluding that arrangement. It was the

only good thing I had done, and the only completed thing I had done,

since I was first apprised of my great expectations.

Clarriker informing me on that occasion that the affairs of the House

were steadily progressing, that he would now be able to establish a

small branch-house in the East which was much wanted for the extension

of the business, and that Herbert in his new partnership capacity would

go out and take charge of it, I found that I must have prepared for

a separation from my friend, even though my own affairs had been more

settled. And now, indeed, I felt as if my last anchor were loosening its

hold, and I should soon be driving with the winds and waves.

But there was recompense in the joy with which Herbert would come home

of a night and tell me of these changes, little imagining that he told

me no news, and would sketch airy pictures of himself conducting Clara

Barley to the land of the Arabian Nights, and of me going out to join

them (with a caravan of camels, I believe), and of our all going up the

Nile and seeing wonders. Without being sanguine as to my own part in

those bright plans, I felt that Herbert's way was clearing fast, and

that old Bill Barley had but to stick to his pepper and rum, and his

daughter would soon be happily provided for.

We had now got into the month of March. My left arm, though it presented

no bad symptoms, took, in the natural course, so long to heal that I

was still unable to get a coat on. My right arm was tolerably restored;

disfigured, but fairly serviceable.

On a Monday morning, when Herbert and I were at breakfast, I received

the following letter from Wemmick by the post.

"Walworth. Burn this as soon as read. Early in the week, or say

Wednesday, you might do what you know of, if you felt disposed to try

it. Now burn."

When I had shown this to Herbert and had put it in the fire--but not

before we had both got it by heart--we considered what to do. For, of

course my being disabled could now be no longer kept out of view.

"I have thought it over again and again," said Herbert, "and I think I

know a better course than taking a Thames waterman. Take Startop. A good

fellow, a skilled hand, fond of us, and enthusiastic and honorable."