Great Expectations Chapter 11 Page 34

As it stood open, and as I knew that Estella had let the visitors out, — for she had returned with the keys in her hand, — I strolled into the garden, and strolled all over it. It was quite a wilderness, and there were old melon-frames and cucumber-frames in it, which seemed in their decline to have produced a spontaneous growth of weak attempts at pieces of old hats and boots, with now and then a weedy offshoot into the likeness of a battered saucepan.

When I had exhausted the garden and a greenhouse with nothing in it but a fallen-down grape-vine and some bottles, I found myself in the dismal corner upon which I had looked out of the window.

Never questioning for a moment that the house was now empty, I looked in at another window, and found