Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 57 Page 13

with his two forefingers, he got up and hovered about the table, trying the effect of his performance from various points of view, as it lay there, with unbounded satisfaction.

Not to make Joe uneasy by talking too much, even if I had been able to talk much, I deferred asking him about Miss Havisham until next day.

He shook his head when I then asked him if she had recovered.

“Is she dead, Joe?”

“Why you see, old chap,” said Joe, in a tone of remonstrance, and by way of getting at it by degrees, “I wouldn't go so far as to say that, for that's a deal to say; but she ain't — ”

“Living, Joe?”

“That's nigher where it is,”