

What do you think that is? she asked me, again pointing with her stick; that, where those cobwebs are?

I cant guess what it is, maam.

Its a great cake. A bride-cake. Mine!

She looked all round the room in a glaring manner, and then said, leaning on me while her hand twitched my shoulder, Come, come, come! Walk me, walk me!

I made out from this, that the work I had to do, was to walk Miss Havisham round and round the room.