Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 22 Page 26

said he.

Quite overpowered by the magnificence of these transactions, I asked him where the ships he insured mostly traded to at present?

“I haven't begun insuring yet,” he replied. “I am looking about me.”

Somehow, that pursuit seemed more in keeping with Barnard's Inn. I said (in a tone of conviction), “Ah-h!”

“Yes. I am in a counting-house, and looking about me.”

“Is a counting-house profitable?” I asked.

“To — do you mean to the young fellow who's in it?” he asked, in reply.

“Yes; to you.”

“Why, n-no; not to me.”