Now I want somehow to help him to a beginning." "With money down ?" said Wemmick, in a tone drier than any sawdust.
"With some money down," I replied, for an uneasy remembrance shot across me of that symmetrical bundle of papers at home--"with some money down, and perhaps some anticipation of my expectations." "Mr.Pip," said Wemmick, "I should like just to run over with you on my fingers, if you please, the names of the various bridges up as high as Chelsea Reach.

Let's see; there's London, one; Southwark, two; Blackfriars, three; Waterloo, four; Westminster, five; Vauxhall, six." He had checked off each bridge in its turn, with the handle of his safe-key on the palm of his hand.

"There's as many as six, you see, to choose from." "I don't understand you," said I.
"Choose your bridge, Mr.Pip," returned Wemmick, "and take a walk upon your bridge, and pitch your money into the Thames over the centre arch of your bridge, and you know the end of it.

Serve a friend with it, and you may know the end of it too,--but it's a less pleasant and profitable end." I could have posted a newspaper in his mouth, he made it so wide after saying this.
"This is very discouraging," said I.
"Meant to be so," said Wemmick.
"Then is it your opinion," I inquired, with some little indignation, "that a man should never--" "-- Invest portable property in a friend ?" said Wemmick.

"Certainly he should not.