This change had a great influence in bringing Camilla's chemistry to a sudden end.
"Matthew will come and see me at last," said Miss Havisham, sternly, "when I am laid on that table.

That will be his place,--there," striking the table with her stick, "at my head! And yours will be there! And your husband's there! And Sarah Pocket's there! And Georgiana's there! Now you all know where to take your stations when you come to feast upon me.
And now go!" At the mention of each name, she had struck the table with her stick in a new place.

She now said, "Walk me, walk me!" and we went on again.
"I suppose there's nothing to be done," exclaimed Camilla, "but comply and depart.

It's something to have seen the object of one's love and duty for even so short a time.

I shall think of it with a melancholy satisfaction when I wake up in the night.