We dined very well, and were waited on by a maid-servant whom I had never seen in all my comings and goings, but who, for anything I know, had been in that mysterious house the whole time.

After dinner a bottle of choice old port was placed before my guardian (he was evidently well acquainted with the vintage), and the two ladies left us.
Anything to equal the determined reticence of Mr.Jaggers under that roof I never saw elsewhere, even in him.

He kept his very looks to himself, and scarcely directed his eyes to Estella's face once during dinner.

When she spoke to him, he listened, and in due course answered, but never looked at her, that I could see.

On the other hand, she often looked at him, with interest and curiosity, if not distrust, but his face never showed the least consciousness.