insulting.” (She was looking at me then with a look of supreme aversion.)
“I think I should like to go home.”
“And never see her again, though she is so pretty?”
“I am not sure that I shouldn't like to see her again, but I should like to go home now.”
“You shall go soon,” said Miss Havisham, aloud.
“Play the game out.”
Saving for the one weird smile at first, I should have felt almost sure that Miss Havisham's face could not smile. It had dropped into a watchful and brooding expression,