I would not have been the cause of that look of hers for all my expectations in a heap.
"Two things I can tell you," said Estella.

"First, notwithstanding the proverb that constant dropping will wear away a stone, you may set your mind at rest that these people never will--never would, in hundred years--impair your ground with Miss Havisham, in any particular, great or small.

Second, I am beholden to you as the cause of their being so busy and so mean in vain, and there is my hand upon it." As she gave it to me playfully,--for her darker mood had been but Momentary,--I held it and put it to my lips.

"You ridiculous boy," said Estella, "will you never take warning?
Or do you kiss my hand in the same spirit in which I once let you kiss my cheek ?" "What spirit was that ?" said I.
"I must think a moment.

A spirit of contempt for the fawners and plotters." "If I say yes, may I kiss the cheek again ?" "You should have asked before you touched the hand.