. For Herbert was none other than the pale young
gentleman who, years before in Miss Havisham's garden, Pip had last
seen looking up at him out of a very black eye.

They were excellent friends from that hour. They occupied the rooms
together when they were in London, and Pip also had a room of his own at
Mr. Pocket's house in the country.

Mr. Pocket was a helpless scholarly man who depended on Mrs. Pocket to
manage everything, and she depended on the servants. There were seven
little Pockets of various ages tumbling about the house, and Mrs.
Pocket's only idea of management seemed to be to send them all to bed
when any one of them was troublesome. At such times Mr. Pocket would
groan, put his hands in his hair, lift himself several inches out of his
chair and then let himself down again.

In spite of his oddities, however, Mr. Pocket was an excellent teacher,
and Pip in some ways made progress. But his Great Expectations taught
him bad habits. He found it so easy to spend money that he soon
overstepped the allowance Mr. Jaggers had told him was his, and not only
had got into debt himself, but had led Herbert, who was far poorer, into
debt also.

Joe came to see him only once, and then Pip's spoiled eyes overlooked
his true, rugged manliness and noted more clearly his awkward manners
and halting speech. Joe was quick to see this difference in the Pip he
had known and he did not stay long--only long enough to leave a message
from Miss Havisham: that Estella had returned from abroad and would be
glad to see him if he came.

Pip lost no time in making this visit, and started the very next day.
The old house looked just the same, but a new servant opened the gate
for him: it was Orlick, as low-browed and sullen and surly as ever, and
Pip saw at the first glance that his old hatred was still smoldering.

Miss Havisham was in her room, dressed in the same worn wedding dress,
and beside her, with diamonds on her neck and hair, sat Estella. Pip
hardly knew her, she had grown so beautiful. But she was proud and
wilful as of old, and though he felt the old love growing stronger every
moment, he felt no nearer to her than in those past wretched days of his
boyhood. Before he left, Miss Havisham asked him eagerly if Estella was
not more lovely, and, as he sat by her alone, she drew his head close to
her lips and whispered fiercely:

"Love her, love her, love her! If she favors you, love her! If she tears
your heart to piec