"This is a pretty pleasure-ground, sir.

This spot and these beautiful works upon it ought to be kept together by the Nation, after my son's time, for the people's enjoyment." "You're as proud of it as Punch; ain't you, Aged ?" said Wemmick, contemplating the old man, with his hard face really softened; "there's a nod for you;" giving him a tremendous one; "there's another for you;" giving him a still more tremendous one; "you like that, don't you?
If you're not tired, Mr.Pip--though I know it's tiring to strangers--will you tip him one more?
You can't think how it pleases him." I tipped him several more, and he was in great spirits.

We left him bestirring himself to feed the fowls, and we sat down to our punch in the arbor; where Wemmick told me, as he smoked a pipe, that it had taken him a good many years to bring the property up to its present pitch of perfection.
"Is it your own, Mr.Wemmick ?" "O yes," said Wemmick, "I have got hold of it, a bit at a time.

It's a freehold, by George!" "Is it indeed?
I hope Mr.Jaggers admires it ?" "Never seen it," said Wemmick.

"Never heard of it.