09. Great Expectations
My sister was very curious to know all about Miss Havisham's. I know that if I described Miss Havisham's as I saw her, I would not be understood. So I said as little as I could, and had my face shoved against the kitchen wall. The worse of it was the bullying of Mr Pumblechook. He preyed upon by a devouring curiosity to be informed of all that I had seen and heard. He came gaping over his chaise-cart at tea time, to have the details divulged to him. The mere sight of the torment with his fishy eyes and mouth opened, his sandy hair inquisitively on end, and his waistcoat heaving with windy arithmetic, made me vicious in my reticence. "Well boy," Uncle Pumblechook began, as soon as he was seated in the chair of honour by the fire. "How did you get on up town?" I answered, "Pretty well, sir," and my sister shook her fist' at me. "Pretty well?" Mr Pumblechook repeated. "Pretty well is no answer. Tell us what you mean by pre...