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Updated: June 19, 2025
I had been told of Miss Havisham's death, and also of the death of Estella's husband. Nothing was left of the old house but the garden wall, and as I stood looking along the desolate garden walk a solitary figure came up. I saw it stop, and half turn away, and then let me come up to it. It faltered as if much surprised, and uttered my name, and I cried out, "Estella!"
"Call Estella," said the lady. "Call Estella, at the door." It was a dreadful thing to be bawling "Estella" to a scornful young lady in a mysterious passage in an unknown house, but I had to do it. And Estella came, and I heard her say, in answer to Miss Havisham, "Play with this boy! Why, he is a common labouring boy!" I thought I overheard Miss Havisham answer, "Well? You can break his heart."
They were thus engaged when the servant came to announce that the horse which the General had placed at Conyngham's disposal was at the door in accordance with the Englishman's own order. He went away sorrowfully enough, only half consoled by the information that Estella was about to attend a service at the Church of Santa Maria, and could not have stayed longer in the garden.
He had not made the world, and while deeply deploring that such things could be, he tacitly admitted that the human race had not been, creatively speaking, a complete success. Father Concha was brushing invisible grains of snuff from his cassock sleeve and watching Estella with anxious eyes. 'I only tell you, my dear, continued the General, 'so that we may know how to treat Mr.
Then in these back streets he is to have covered carriages with the fleetest horses he can obtain. Our pursuers, thinking we are safely housed, may return to report our whereabouts to their masters. Estella being missed the next day, the police will visit the house, but they will find no one there to punish; nothing but curtains over the windows."
As she gave it to me playfully, for her darker mood had been but Momentary, I held it and put it to my lips. "You ridiculous boy," said Estella, "will you never take warning? Or do you kiss my hand in the same spirit in which I once let you kiss my cheek?" "What spirit was that?" said I. "I must think a moment. A spirit of contempt for the fawners and plotters."
She raised her eyes for a moment deep velvet eyes with something in them that made his heart leap within his breast. 'And I love you, Estella, he added. 'You may be offended you may despise me you may distrust me. But nothing can alter me. I love you now and ever. She drew a deep breath and sat motionless. 'How many women does an Englishman love at once? she asked coldly at length.
Estella went out of the room, leaving a queer silence behind her. Presently Concha rose. 'I, too, am going to Madrid, he said. 'It is an opportunity to press my claim for the payment of my princely stipend, now two years overdue. He walked home on the shady side of the street, exchanging many salutations, pausing now and then to speak to a friend.
'Where have you learnt this? asked the General in a voice that made Estella look at him. She had never seen him as his enemies had seen him, and even they confessed that he was always visible enough in action. 'No matter, replied Concha, in a voice as hard and sharp. 'No; after all, it is of no matter, so long as your information is reliable.
'He will require money, said Estella in English her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed. For she came of a fighting race, and her repose of manner, the dignity which sat rather strangely on her slim young shoulders, were only signs of that self-control which had been handed down to her through the ages. The General nodded as he wrote.
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