

The ringing of a distant bell, combined with the echoing of some cry or call along the passage by which I had come, interrupted the conversation and caused Estella to say to me, Now, boy! On my turning round, they all looked at me with the utmost contempt, and, as I went out, I heard Sarah Pocket say, Well I am sure! What next! and Camilla add, with indignation, Was there ever such a fancy! The i-de-a!

As we were going with our candle along the dark passage, Estella stopped all of a sudden, and, facing round, said in her taunting manner, with her face quite close to mine,

Well?

Well, miss? I answered, almost falling over her and checking myself.