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I rang for the tea, and the waiter, reappearing with his magic clew,

brought in by degrees some fifty adjuncts to that refreshment, but of

tea not a glimpse. A teaboard, cups and saucers, plates, knives and

forks (including carvers), spoons (various), saltcellars, a meek little

muffin confined with the utmost precaution under a strong iron cover,

Moses in the bulrushes typified by a soft bit of butter in a quantity of

parsley, a pale loaf with a powdered head, two proof impressions of

the bars of the kitchen fireplace on triangular bits of bread, and

ultimately a fat family urn; which the waiter staggered in with,

expressing in his countenance burden and suffering. After a prolonged

absence at this stage of the entertainment, he at length came back with

a casket of precious appearance containing twigs. These I steeped in hot

water, and so from the whole of these appliances extracted one cup of I

don't know what for Estella.

The bill paid, and the waiter remembered, and the ostler not forgotten,

and the chambermaid taken into consideration,--in a word, the whole

house bribed into a state of contempt and animosity, and Estella's purse

much lightened,--we got into our post-coach and drove away. Turning into

Cheapside and rattling up Newgate Street, we were soon under the walls

of which I was so ashamed.

"What place is that?" Estella asked me.

I made a foolish pretence of not at first recognizing it, and then

told her. As she looked at it, and drew in her head again,

murmuring, "Wretches!" I would not have confessed to my visit for any

consideration.

"Mr. Jaggers," said I, by way of putting it neatly on somebody else,

"has the reputation of being more in the secrets of that dismal place

than any man in London."

"He is more in the secrets of every place, I think," said Estella, in a

low voice.

"You have been accustomed to see him often, I suppose?"

"I have been accustomed to see him at uncertain intervals, ever since

I can remember. But I know him no better now, than I did before I could

speak plainly. What is your own experience of him? Do you advance with

him?"

"Once habituated to his distrustful manner," said I, "I have done very

well."

"Are you intimate?"

"I have dined with him at his private house."

"I fancy," said Estella, shrinking "that must be a curious place."

"It is a curious place."