Great Expectations Chapter 12 Page 6

But she did not; on the contrary, she seemed to prefer my being ignorant. Neither did she ever give me any money, — or anything but my daily dinner, — nor ever stipulate that I should be paid for my services.

Estella was always about, and always let me in and out, but never told me I might kiss her again. Sometimes, she would coldly tolerate me; sometimes, she would condescend to me; sometimes, she would be quite familiar with me; sometimes, she would tell me energetically that she hated me. Miss Havisham would often ask me in a whisper, or when we were alone, “Does she grow prettier and prettier, Pip?” And when I said yes (for indeed she did), would seem to enjoy it greedily.

Also, when we played at cards Miss Havisham would look on,