Charles Dickens

"Then is it your opinion," I inquired, with some little

indignation, "that a man should never--"

" - Invest portable property in a friend?" said Wemmick. "Certainly

he should not. Unless he wants to get rid of the friend - and then

it becomes a question how much portable property it may be worth to

get rid of him."

"And that," said I, "is your deliberate opinion, Mr. Wemmick?"

"That," he returned, "is my deliberate opinion in this office."

"Ah!" said I, pressing him, for I thought I saw him near a loophole

here; "but would that be your opinion at Walworth?"

"Mr. Pip," he replied, with gravity, "Walworth is one place, and

this office is another. Much as the Aged is one person, and Mr.

Jaggers is another. They must not be confounded together. My

Walworth sentiments must be taken at Walworth; none but my official

sentiments can be taken in this office."

"Very well," said I, much relieved, "then I shall look you up at

Walworth, you may depend upon it."

"Mr. Pip," he returned, "you will be welcome there, in a private and

personal capacity."

We had held this conversation in a low voice, well knowing my

guardian's ears to be the sharpest of the sharp. As he now appeared

in his doorway, towelling his hands, Wemmick got on his greatcoat

and stood by to snuff out the candles. We all three went into the

street together, and from the door-step Wemmick turned his way, and

Mr. Jaggers and I turned ours.

I could not help wishing more than once that evening, that Mr.

Jaggers had had an Aged in Gerrard-street, or a Stinger, or a

Something, or a Somebody, to unbend his brows a little. It was an

uncomfortable consideration on a twenty-first birthday, that coming

of age at all seemed hardly worth while in such a guarded and

suspicious world as he made of it. He was a thousand times better

informed and cleverer than Wemmick, and yet I would a thousand

times rather have had Wemmick to dinner. And Mr. Jaggers made not me

alone intensely melancholy, because, after he was gone, Herbert

said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought

he must have committed a felony and forgotten the details of it, he

felt so dejected and guilty.

Chapter 37

Deeming Sunday the best day for taking Mr. Wemmick's Walworth

sentiments, I devoted the next ensuing Sunday afternoon to a

pilgrimage to the Castle. On arriving before the battlements, I

found the Union Jack flying and the drawbridge up; but undeterred

by this show of defiance and resistance, I rang at the gate, and

was admitted in a most pacific manner by the Aged.

"My son, sir," said the old man, after securing the drawbridge,

"rather had it in his mind that you might happen to drop in, and he

left word that he would soon be home from his afternoon's walk. He

is very regular in his walks, is my son. Very regular in

everything, is my son."

I nodded at the old gentleman as Wemmick himself might have nodded,

and we went in and sat down by the fireside.

"You made acquaintance with my son, sir," said the old man, in his

chirping way, while he warmed his hands at the blaze, "at his

office, I expect?" I nodded. "Hah! I have heerd that my son is a

wonderful hand at his business, sir?" I nodded hard. "Yes; so they

tell me. His business is the Law?" I nodded harder. "Which makes it

more surprising in my son," said the old man, "for he was not

brought up to the Law, but to the Wine-Coopering."

Curious to know how the old gentleman stood informed concerning the

reputation of Mr. Jaggers, I roared that name at him. He threw me

into the greatest confusion by laughing heartily and replying in a

very sprightly manner, "No, to be sure; you're right." And to this

hour I have not the faintest notion what he meant, or what joke he

thought I had made.

As I could not sit there nodding at him perpetually, without making

some other attempt to interest him, I shouted at inquiry whether

his own calling in life had been "the Wine-Coopering." By dint of

straining that term out of myself several times and tapping the old

gentleman on the chest to associate it with him, I at last

succeeded in making my meaning understood.