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117Pip goes to the Three Jolly Bargemen, where he finds Joe, Mr. Wopsle, and a stranger.
Joe: Halloa, Pip, old chap!
The stranger nods at Pip, who nods back. The stranger indicates that Pip may sit in the adjacent spot.
Pip: No, thank you, sir.
118Stranger: You was saying that you was a blacksmith.
Joe: Yes. I said it, you know.
Stranger: What'll you drink, Mr. —? You didn't mention your name, by-the-bye.
Joe: [Gargery]
Stranger: What'll you drink, Mr. Gargery? At my expense? To top up with?
Joe: Well, to tell you the truth, I ain't much in the habit of drinking at anybody's expense but my own.
Stranger: Habit? No, but once and away, and on a Saturday night too. Come! Put a name to it, Mr. Gargery.
Joe: I wouldn't wish to be stiff company, rum.
Stranger: Rum, and will the other gentleman originate a sentiment.
Mr. Wopsle: Rum.
Stranger: Three Rums! Glasses round!
Joe: This other gentleman is a gentleman that you would like to hear give it out. Our clerk at church.
119Stranger: Aha! The lonely church, right out on the marshes, with graves round it!
Joe: That's it.
Stranger: I am not acquainted with this country, gentlemen, but it seems a solitary country towards the river.
Joe: Most marshes is solitary.
Stranger: No doubt, no doubt. Do you find any gipsies, now, or tramps, or vagrants of any sort, out there?
Joe: No, none but a runaway convict now and then. And we don't find them, easy. Eh, Mr. Wopsle?
Mr. Wopsle assents
Stranger: Seems you have been out after such?
Joe: Once, not that we wanted to take them, you understand; we went out as lookers on; me, and Mr. Wopsle, and Pip. Didn't us, Pip?
Pip: Yes, Joe.
120Stranger: He's a likely young parcel of bones that. What is it you call him?
Joe: Pip.
Stranger: Christened Pip?
Joe: No, not christened Pip.
Stranger: Surname Pip?
Joe: No, it's a kind of family name what he gave himself when a infant, and is called by.
Stranger: Son of yours?
Joe: Well, well—no. No, he ain't.
Stranger: Nevvy?
Joe: Well, he is not—no, not to deceive you, he is not—my nevvy.
Stranger: What the Blue Blazes is he?
Mr. Wopsle explains Pip’s relation to Joe.
Mr. Wopsle: —as the poet says.
121The stranger stares at Pip, and the rum is brought. As the stanger drinks his rum and it stirs it with Joe’s file, which only Pip can see. 122They finish their drinks, and Joe gets up to leave.
Stranger: Stop half a moment, Mr. Gargery. I think I've got a bright new shilling somewhere in my pocket, and if I have, the boy shall have it.
Stranger puts some change in crumpled paper and gives it to Pip.
Stranger: Yours! Mind! Your own.
Joe, Mr. Wopsle and Pip depart. Joe and Pip arrive at home and Joe tells Mrs. Joe about the shilling given to Pip.
123Mrs. Joe: A bad un, I'll be bound, or he wouldn't have given it to the boy! Let's look at it.
They examine it.
Mrs. Joe: But what's this? Two One-Pound notes?
Joe runs to The Three Jolly Bargemen to return the notes to the stranger. Not finding him, Joe returns and the notes are put in the parlor. Pip goes to bed thinking of the file and 124going to Miss Havisham’s next Wednesday.
Joe: Halloa, Pip, old chap!
The stranger nods at Pip, who nods back. The stranger indicates that Pip may sit in the adjacent spot.
Pip: No, thank you, sir.
118Stranger: You was saying that you was a blacksmith.
Joe: Yes. I said it, you know.
Stranger: What'll you drink, Mr. —? You didn't mention your name, by-the-bye.
Joe: [Gargery]
Stranger: What'll you drink, Mr. Gargery? At my expense? To top up with?
Joe: Well, to tell you the truth, I ain't much in the habit of drinking at anybody's expense but my own.
Stranger: Habit? No, but once and away, and on a Saturday night too. Come! Put a name to it, Mr. Gargery.
Joe: I wouldn't wish to be stiff company, rum.
Stranger: Rum, and will the other gentleman originate a sentiment.
Mr. Wopsle: Rum.
Stranger: Three Rums! Glasses round!
Joe: This other gentleman is a gentleman that you would like to hear give it out. Our clerk at church.
119Stranger: Aha! The lonely church, right out on the marshes, with graves round it!
Joe: That's it.
Stranger: I am not acquainted with this country, gentlemen, but it seems a solitary country towards the river.
Joe: Most marshes is solitary.
Stranger: No doubt, no doubt. Do you find any gipsies, now, or tramps, or vagrants of any sort, out there?
Joe: No, none but a runaway convict now and then. And we don't find them, easy. Eh, Mr. Wopsle?
Mr. Wopsle assents
Stranger: Seems you have been out after such?
Joe: Once, not that we wanted to take them, you understand; we went out as lookers on; me, and Mr. Wopsle, and Pip. Didn't us, Pip?
Pip: Yes, Joe.
120Stranger: He's a likely young parcel of bones that. What is it you call him?
Joe: Pip.
Stranger: Christened Pip?
Joe: No, not christened Pip.
Stranger: Surname Pip?
Joe: No, it's a kind of family name what he gave himself when a infant, and is called by.
Stranger: Son of yours?
Joe: Well, well—no. No, he ain't.
Stranger: Nevvy?
Joe: Well, he is not—no, not to deceive you, he is not—my nevvy.
Stranger: What the Blue Blazes is he?
Mr. Wopsle explains Pip’s relation to Joe.
Mr. Wopsle: —as the poet says.
121The stranger stares at Pip, and the rum is brought. As the stanger drinks his rum and it stirs it with Joe’s file, which only Pip can see. 122They finish their drinks, and Joe gets up to leave.
Stranger: Stop half a moment, Mr. Gargery. I think I've got a bright new shilling somewhere in my pocket, and if I have, the boy shall have it.
Stranger puts some change in crumpled paper and gives it to Pip.
Stranger: Yours! Mind! Your own.
Joe, Mr. Wopsle and Pip depart. Joe and Pip arrive at home and Joe tells Mrs. Joe about the shilling given to Pip.
123Mrs. Joe: A bad un, I'll be bound, or he wouldn't have given it to the boy! Let's look at it.
They examine it.
Mrs. Joe: But what's this? Two One-Pound notes?
Joe runs to The Three Jolly Bargemen to return the notes to the stranger. Not finding him, Joe returns and the notes are put in the parlor. Pip goes to bed thinking of the file and 124going to Miss Havisham’s next Wednesday.
