When the shadows of evening were closing in, I took an opportunity of getting into the garden with Biddy for a little talk.
"Biddy," said I, "I think you might have written to me about these sad matters." "Do you, Mr.Pip ?" said Biddy.

"I should have written if I had thought that." "Don't suppose that I mean to be unkind, Biddy, when I say I consider that you ought to have thought that." "Do you, Mr.Pip ?" She was so quiet, and had such an orderly, good, and pretty way with her, that I did not like the thought of making her cry again.

After looking a little at her downcast eyes as she walked beside me, I gave up that point.
"I suppose it will be difficult for you to remain here now, Biddy dear ?" "Oh! I can't do so, Mr.Pip," said Biddy, in a tone of regret but still of quiet conviction.

"I have been speaking to Mrs.Hubble, and I am going to her to-morrow.

I hope we shall be able to take some care of Mr.
Gargery, together, until he settles down." "How are you going to live, Biddy?
If you want any mo--" "How am I going to live ?" repeated Biddy, striking in, with a momentary flush upon her face.