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"Yes, Biddy," I observed, when I had done turning it over, "you were my

first teacher, and that at a time when we little thought of ever being

together like this, in this kitchen."

"Ah, poor thing!" replied Biddy. It was like her self-forgetfulness to

transfer the remark to my sister, and to get up and be busy about her,

making her more comfortable; "that's sadly true!"

"Well!" said I, "we must talk together a little more, as we used to do.

And I must consult you a little more, as I used to do. Let us have a

quiet walk on the marshes next Sunday, Biddy, and a long chat."

My sister was never left alone now; but Joe more than readily undertook

the care of her on that Sunday afternoon, and Biddy and I went out

together. It was summer-time, and lovely weather. When we had passed the

village and the church and the churchyard, and were out on the marshes

and began to see the sails of the ships as they sailed on, I began to

combine Miss Havisham and Estella with the prospect, in my usual way.

When we came to the river-side and sat down on the bank, with the water

rippling at our feet, making it all more quiet than it would have been

without that sound, I resolved that it was a good time and place for the

admission of Biddy into my inner confidence.

"Biddy," said I, after binding her to secrecy, "I want to be a

gentleman."

"O, I wouldn't, if I was you!" she returned. "I don't think it would

answer."

"Biddy," said I, with some severity, "I have particular reasons for

wanting to be a gentleman."

"You know best, Pip; but don't you think you are happier as you are?"

"Biddy," I exclaimed, impatiently, "I am not at all happy as I am. I

am disgusted with my calling and with my life. I have never taken to

either, since I was bound. Don't be absurd."

"Was I absurd?" said Biddy, quietly raising her eyebrows; "I am sorry

for that; I didn't mean to be. I only want you to do well, and to be

comfortable."

"Well, then, understand once for all that I never shall or can be

comfortable--or anything but miserable--there, Biddy!--unless I can lead

a very different sort of life from the life I lead now."

"That's a pity!" said Biddy, shaking her head with a sorrowful air.