Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 8 Page 10

“Yes,” she replied; “but it meant more than it said.

It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house could want nothing else. They must have been easily satisfied in those days, I should think. But don't loiter, boy.”

Though she called me “boy” so often, and with a carelessness that was far from complimentary, she was of about my own age. She seemed much older than I, of course, being a girl, and beautiful and self-possessed; and she was as scornful of me as if she had been one-and-twenty, and a queen.

We went into the house by a side door, the great front entrance had two chains across it outside, — and the first thing I noticed was, that the passages were all dark, and that she had left a candle burning there.