Chapter XXXII

One day when I was busy with my books and Mr.Pocket, I received a note by the post, the mere outside of which threw me into a great flutter; for, though I had never seen the handwriting in which it was addressed, I divined whose hand it was.

It had no set beginning, as Dear Mr.Pip, or Dear Pip, or Dear Sir, or Dear Anything, but ran thus:-- "I am to come to London the day after to-morrow by the midday coach.

I believe it was settled you should meet me?
At all events Miss Havisham has that impression, and I write in obedience to it.

She sends you her regard.
"Yours, ESTELLA." If there had been time, I should probably have ordered several suits of clothes for this occasion; but as there was not, I was fain to be content with those I had.

My appetite vanished instantly, and I knew no peace or rest until the day arrived.