Blandley to take her home, and was sitting apart among some flowers, ready to go. I was with her, for I almost always accompanied them to and from such places.

“Are you tired, Estella?”

“Rather, Pip.”

“You should be.”

“Say rather, I should not be; for I have my letter to Satis House to write, before I go to sleep.”

“Recounting to-night's triumph?” said I.

“Surely a very poor one, Estella.”

“What do you mean? I didn't know there had been any.”

“Estella,” said I, “do look at that fellow in the corner yonder, who is looking over here at us.”