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But unless I had taken the life of Trabb's boy on that occasion, I

really do not even now see what I could have done save endure. To

have struggled with him in the street, or to have exacted any lower

recompense from him than his heart's best blood, would have been

futile and degrading. Moreover, he was a boy whom no man could hurt; an

invulnerable and dodging serpent who, when chased into a corner, flew

out again between his captor's legs, scornfully yelping. I wrote,

however, to Mr. Trabb by next day's post, to say that Mr. Pip must

decline to deal further with one who could so far forget what he owed to

the best interests of society, as to employ a boy who excited Loathing

in every respectable mind.

The coach, with Mr. Jaggers inside, came up in due time, and I took my

box-seat again, and arrived in London safe,--but not sound, for my heart

was gone. As soon as I arrived, I sent a penitential codfish and barrel

of oysters to Joe (as reparation for not having gone myself), and then

went on to Barnard's Inn.

I found Herbert dining on cold meat, and delighted to welcome me back.

Having despatched The Avenger to the coffee-house for an addition to the

dinner, I felt that I must open my breast that very evening to my friend

and chum. As confidence was out of the question with The Avenger in the

hall, which could merely be regarded in the light of an antechamber to

the keyhole, I sent him to the Play. A better proof of the severity

of my bondage to that taskmaster could scarcely be afforded, than

the degrading shifts to which I was constantly driven to find him

employment. So mean is extremity, that I sometimes sent him to Hyde Park

corner to see what o'clock it was.

Dinner done and we sitting with our feet upon the fender, I said to

Herbert, "My dear Herbert, I have something very particular to tell

you."

"My dear Handel," he returned, "I shall esteem and respect your

confidence."

"It concerns myself, Herbert," said I, "and one other person."

Herbert crossed his feet, looked at the fire with his head on one side,

and having looked at it in vain for some time, looked at me because I

didn't go on.

"Herbert," said I, laying my hand upon his knee, "I love--I

adore--Estella."

Instead of being transfixed, Herbert replied in an easy matter-ofcourse

way, "Exactly. Well?"

"Well, Herbert? Is that all you say? Well?"