Georgiana, whom I had seen at Miss Havisham's on the same occasion, also turned up.

She was a cousin,--an indigestive single woman, who called her rigidity religion, and her liver love.

These people hated me with the hatred of cupidity and disappointment.

As a matter of course, they fawned upon me in my prosperity with the basest meanness.

Towards Mr.Pocket, as a grown-up infant with no notion of his own interests, they showed the complacent forbearance I had heard them express.