I was so

doubtful of myself now, and put so much trust in him, that I could

not satisfy myself whether I ought to refer to it when he did not.

"Have you heard, Joe," I asked him that evening, upon further

consideration, as he smoked his pipe at the window, "who my patron

was?"

"I heerd," returned Joe, "as it were not Miss Havisham, old chap."

"Did you hear who it was, Joe?"

"Well! I heerd as it were a person what sent the person what

giv'you the bank-notes at the Jolly Bargemen, Pip."

"So it was."

"Astonishing!" said Joe, in the placidest way.

"Did you hear that he was dead, Joe?" I presently asked, with

increasing diffidence.

"Which? Him as sent the bank-notes, Pip?"

"Yes."

"I think," said Joe, after meditating a long time, and looking

rather evasively at the window-seat, "as I did hear tell that how

he were something or another in a general way in that direction."

"Did you hear anything of his circumstances, Joe?"

"Not partickler, Pip."

"If you would like to hear, Joe--" I was beginning, when Joe got up

and came to my sofa.

"Lookee here, old chap," said Joe, bending over me. "Ever the best

of friends; ain't us, Pip?"

I was ashamed to answer him.

"Wery good, then," said Joe, as if I had answered; "that's all

right, that's agreed upon. Then why go into subjects, old chap,

which as betwixt two sech must be for ever onnecessary? There's

subjects enough as betwixt two sech, without onnecessary ones.

Lord! To think of your poor sister and her Rampages! And don't you

remember Tickler?"

"I do indeed, Joe."

"Lookee here, old chap," said Joe. "I done what I could to keep you

and Tickler in sunders, but my power were not always fully equal to

my inclinations. For when your poor sister had a mind to drop into

you, it were not so much," said Joe, in his favourite argumentative

way, "that she dropped into me too, if I put myself in opposition

to her but that she dropped into you always heavier for it. I

noticed that. It ain't a grab at a man's whisker, not yet a shake

or two of a man (to which your sister was quite welcome), that 'ud

put a man off from getting a little child out of punishment. But

when that little child is dropped into, heavier, for that grab of

whisker or shaking, then that man naterally up and says to himself,

'Where is the good as you are a-doing? I grant you I see the 'arm,'

says the man, 'but I don't see the good. I call upon you, sir,

therefore, to pint out the good.'"

"The man says?" I observed, as Joe waited for me to speak.

"The man says," Joe assented. "Is he right, that man?"

"Dear Joe, he is always right."

"Well, old chap," said Joe, "then abide by your words. If he's

always right (which in general he's more likely wrong), he's right

when he says this: - Supposing ever you kep any little matter to

yourself, when you was a little child, you kep it mostly because

you know'd as J. Gargery's power to part you and Tickler in

sunders, were not fully equal to his inclinations. Therefore, think

no more of it as betwixt two sech, and do not let us pass remarks

upon onnecessary subjects. Biddy giv' herself a deal o' trouble

with me afore I left (for I am almost awful dull), as I should view

it in this light, and, viewing it in this light, as I should so put

it. Both of which," said Joe, quite charmed with his logical

arrangement, "being done, now this to you a true friend, say.

Namely. You mustn't go a-over-doing on it, but you must have your

supper and your wine-and-water, and you must be put betwixt the

sheets."

The delicacy with which Joe dismissed this theme, and the sweet

tact and kindness with which Biddy - who with her woman's wit had

found me out so soon - had prepared him for it, made a deep

impression on my mind. But whether Joe knew how poor I was, and how

my great expectations had all dissolved, like our own marsh mists

before the sun, I could not understand.