I derived from this speech that Mr Herbert Pocket (for Herbert was the pale young gentleman's name) still rather confounded his intention with his execution. But I made a modest reply, and we shook hands warmly.
`You hadn't come into your good fortune at that time?' said Herbert Pocket.
`No,' said I.
`No,' he acquiesced: `I heard it had happened very lately. I was rather on the look-out for good-fortune then.'
`Indeed?'
`Yes. Miss Havisham had sent for me, to see if she could take a fancy to me. But she couldn't - at all events, she didn't.'
I thought it polite to remark that I was surprised to hear that.
`Bad taste,' said Herbert, laughing, `but a fact. Yes, she had sent for me on a trial visit, and if I had come out of it successfully, I suppose I should have been provided for; perhaps I should have been what-you- may-called it to Estella.'
`What's that?' I asked, with sudden gravity.
He was arranging his fruit in plates while we talked, which divided his attention, and was the cause of his having made this lapse of a word. `Affianced,' he explained, still busy with the fruit. `Betrothed. Engaged. What's-his-named. Any word of that sort.'
`How did you bear your disappointment?' I asked.
`Pooh!' said he, `I didn't care much for it. She's a Tartar.'
`Miss Havisham?'
`I don't say no to that, but I meant Estella. That girl's hard and haughty and capricious to the last degree, and has been brought up by Miss Havisham to wreak revenge on all the male sex.'
`What relation is she to Miss Havisham?'
`None,' said he. `Only adopted.'
`Why should she wreak revenge on all the male sex? What revenge?'
`Lord, Mr Pip!' said he. `Don't you know?'
`No,' said I.
`Dear me! It's quite a story, and shall be saved till dinner-time.
And now let me take the liberty of asking you a question. How did you come there, that day?'