Great Expectations

"Well," he returned, drawing a long breath, "I hope so."

"And think so?"

He dipped his hand in the water over the boat's gunwale, and said,

smiling with that softened air upon him which was not new to me:-"Ay, I s'pose I think so, dear boy. We'd be puzzled to be more quiet

and easy-going than we are at present. But--it's a flowing so soft

and pleasant through the water, p'raps, as makes me think it--I was

a thinking through my smoke just then, that we can no more see to the

bottom of the next few hours than we can see to the bottom of this river

what I catches hold of. Nor yet we can't no more hold their tide than

I can hold this. And it's run through my fingers and gone, you see!"

holding up his dripping hand.

"But for your face I should think you were a little despondent," said I.

"Not a bit on it, dear boy! It comes of flowing on so quiet, and of that

there rippling at the boat's head making a sort of a Sunday tune. Maybe

I'm a growing a trifle old besides."

He put his pipe back in his mouth with an undisturbed expression of

face, and sat as composed and contented as if we were already out of

England. Yet he was as submissive to a word of advice as if he had been

in constant terror; for, when we ran ashore to get some bottles of beer

into the boat, and he was stepping out, I hinted that I thought he would

be safest where he was, and he said. "Do you, dear boy?" and quietly sat

down again.

The air felt cold upon the river, but it was a bright day, and the

sunshine was very cheering. The tide ran strong, I took care to lose

none of it, and our steady stroke carried us on thoroughly well. By

imperceptible degrees, as the tide ran out, we lost more and more of the

nearer woods and hills, and dropped lower and lower between the muddy

banks, but the tide was yet with us when we were off Gravesend. As our

charge was wrapped in his cloak, I purposely passed within a boat or

two's length of the floating Custom House, and so out to catch the

stream, alongside of two emigrant ships, and under the bows of a large

transport with troops on the forecastle looking down at us. And soon

the tide began to slacken, and the craft lying at anchor to swing,

and presently they had all swung round, and the ships that were taking

advantage of the new tide to get up to the Pool began to crowd upon us

in a fleet, and we kept under the shore, as much out of the strength of

the tide now as we could, standing carefully off from low shallows and

mudbanks.