The more I made faces and gestures to him to do it, the more confidential, argumentative, and polite, he persisted in being to Me.
“Have you brought his indentures with you?” asked Miss Havisham.
“Well, Pip, you know,” replied Joe, as if that were a little unreasonable, “you yourself see me put 'em in my 'at, and therefore you know as they are here.” With which he took them out, and gave them, not to Miss Havisham, but to me. I am afraid I was ashamed of the dear good fellow, — I know I was ashamed of him, — when I saw that Estella stood at the back of Miss Havisham's chair, and that her eyes laughed mischievously.
I took the indentures out of his hand and gave them to Miss Havisham.