Being at last touched on the shoulder, I started and turned. I started much more naturally then, to find myself confronted by a man in a sober gray dress.

The last man I should have expected to see in that place of porter at Miss Havisham's door.

“Orlick!”

“Ah, young master, there's more changes than yours. But come in, come in. It's opposed to my orders to hold the gate open.”

I entered and he swung it, and locked it, and took the key out. “Yes!” said he, facing round, after doggedly preceding me a few steps towards the house. “Here I am!”

“How did you come here?”

“I come her,” he retorted,