Great Expectations Page #2

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Give him something to eat.

Let him roam around.

Why don't you so cry again?

- Because I don't want to.

- Yes, you do.

Pretty well?

Look on your answers!

Pretty well? What you

mean by pretty well?

I mean... pretty well.

Don't lose your temper

with him, mum.

Leave this to me.

Boy...

What like is Miss Havisham?

- Very tall and dark.

- Is she, uncle?

Good. We are beginning to

hold our own, I think, mum.

You know so well how to

deal with him, uncle.

Now, boy...

What was she doing of

when you went in today?

She was sitting in

a black velvet coach.

Yes, and Miss Estella,

that's her niece I think

handed her in cake and wine

at the coach-window

on a gold plate.

And we all had cake and wine

on gold plates.

And I got up behind the coach to eat mine,

because she told me to.

There were four dogs there

fighting for veal cutlets

out of a silver basket.

Can this be true, uncle?

The boy was there to play.

And this coach... What can the boy

mean? Did you ever see her in it?

Many times, mum.

And what did you

play at, boy?

We played with flags.

Flags?

Yes. Estella waved a blue flag,

and I waved a red one.

Astonishing!

What lucks, eh, Pip?

But will it make his

fortune, uncle?

There are plans for him, mum.

I am sure of that.

Property or his binding to a gentle trade...

Promising, mum, highly promising.

Come, Pip,

at least there was dogs?

There are no veal cutlets,

at least there was dogs?

- No, Joe.

- A puppy?

Come... and no flags neither, Pip?

Old chap, this won't do.

Where do you expect to go to?

But I couldn't speak how she really was, Joe.

It would be... corse.

Eh?

Why did you teach me

to call knaves jacks?

Look, Pip... Lies is lies.

But I have to go back

there, Joe.

I have to go back there

in six days' time.

What would I do when she looks

at my boots again?

Your own one day.

And you will use them well.

She grow prettier and prettier, Pip?

And prettier.

As for you, there is

no improvement.

Pretty said, my beauty.

Pip sings a very pretty song.

Don't you, Pip?

Perhaps he can

entertain us with that.

I have heard you the first

time you came here.

Perhaps you could beat the tact.

Well, Pip?

It's a song from a forge, ma'am.

- Well then. Sing it.

Come on, join us.

Come.

But I'm not supposed

to join in.

Neither of us.

I thought we were supposed to laugh.

I do not understand this!

It is a blacksmith's song.

It is a song to use with your

coarse clumsy hands.

She's always let me

know I'm low.

Sometimes she talks to me.

Sometimes not.

Sometimes she tells me

very directly that she hates me.

I admire her dreadfully.

Pip...

Well, it's a good likeness,

isn't it?

Of what, Pip?

The design for a buckle,

of course.

You are a willing pupil, Pip,

most of the time

and very particular...

most of the time

but today look again Pip

and you'll see

it's a letter D you copied.

I'm sure she is object of all your love and duty

but I'm instructed to tell

you to come tomorrow.

And will we be able to see her

and inquire about her then?

Oh, she does not say that.

She does say to come back again.

We are only wishing to be

informed about her health.

Indeed, until we are our

own health is undermined.

I'm sure Miss Havisham

wishes you a speedy recovery.

This is the boy Miss Havisham

sends for.

I have pretty large

experience of boys

and you are a bad seat of fellows.

Now, mind you behave yourself.

Come on,

she is waiting for you.

You are to come this way today.

You are to go in there.

Don't open the door

that are down the corridor.

You asked a favour of me?

It is an instruction.

You saw my relatives

downstairs?

Today is my birthday.

- Many happy returns...

- I don's suffer it to be spoken of.

Come.

Walk me.

What do you think that is?

I can't guess what it is,

ma'am.

The great cake.

A bride-cake. Mine.

It was brought here a long time ago.

On my birthday.

Oh, my coming of age.

You see this?

- It's from him.

- Him, ma'am?

I received it 20 to nine.

Read it.

Wheel me around this table.

And... did she look in favour on

the way you pushed her around?

She wishes me to take her further

next time. Onto the landing.

- Uncle?

- Promising, mum, highly promising.

- What do you know, Pip?

- Sorry, ma'am?

In your learning.

Not nearly as much as I should like, ma'am.

Not nearly as much.

And what are you to be?

I believe I am to be apprentice

to Joe, ma'am.

The blacksmith.

But I'm a very well pupil

and keen to learn everything.

You mean something else?

Oh, boy, back from the society you go.

Joe!

- You playes well today, are you?

- Joe!

She wishes you to come there.

She wishes us to come there.

There's a plan she has for him.

It must be. Or she plans to give him

the way she wishes to favour him

after all the visit to his main there.

It's only Joe she wishes to see.

He's to go up town on his own?

Him?

I think it would be best to go to

in your Sunday clothes, Joe.

My hat and whole?

There more company

I might think for.

Where do I go?

- This is important business then...

- When is it to go there?

Soon. She knows

nothing of times.

You'll go tomorrow.

Well, Pip, bring the foil.

This will not do.

You have raised the boy with the intention

of taking him for your apprentice.

Is that so, Mr. Gargery?

That was long be looked

forward to between us.

Yes, Pip?

Does he like the trade?

You know it were looked

forward to betwixt us

It is a wish of his

own heart, ma'am.

Begging your pardon, ma'am.

Is it what's to happen then?

It's time.

It's a business open to black

and soot and such like.

But Pip makes no

objections to that.

And now he can help me keep

the pot boiling, so to speak.

Pip is on the premium here.

Five-and-twenty guineas.

Take it to your master, Pip.

Estella, show

Mr. Gargery way.

Pip, stay behind.

So, Pip...

there's a change going on.

And Estella will soon be gone.

- Where?

- Abroad.

To be educated for a lady.

Out of reach.

How do you feel about that?

I wish her well.

Don't you think that

you're losing her?

- I might come again?

- No.

Gargery is your master now.

You have no more

attachments here.

Do you?

You're free to go.

Hello, young fellow.

Who let you in?

It does not matter who let me in.

I was sent for and now I'm leaving.

Didn't she take a fancy

to you then?

- Who?

- Miss Havisham.

I'm on trial too.

My father is her cousin.

I have no more business

in this house. Excuse me.

Oh, yes, you do. Come fight.

- Fight?

- Come to the ground.

Break the rules and you go

through the preliminaries.

One! Two! Three! Four!

Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Hang on.

You must have a reason.

I've given you one.

- That means you won.

- Can I help you?

No, no. That's

quite all right.

- Good afternoon.

- Same to you.

You may kiss me if you like.

Goodbye.

You're to be his master? You?

I cannot believe that is

to be is fortune.

She must... she must

want something within.

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