“Pray, sir,” said I, “may I ask you a question?”

“You may,” said he, “and I may decline to answer it.

Put your question.”

“Estella's name. Is it Havisham or — ?” I had nothing to add.

“Or what?” said he.

“Is it Havisham?”

“It is Havisham.”

This brought us to the dinner-table, where she and Sarah Pocket awaited us. Mr. Jaggers presided, Estella sat opposite to him, I faced my green and yellow friend. We dined very well, and were waited on by a maid-servant whom I had never seen in all my comings and goings, but who,