For all these reasons (I told Wemmick), and because he was my young companion and friend, and I had a great affection for him, I wished my own good fortune to reflect some rays upon him, and therefore I sought advice from Wemmick's experience and knowledge of men and affairs, how I could best try with my resources to help Herbert to some present income,--say of a hundred a year, to keep him in good hope and heart,--and gradually to buy him on to some small partnership.

I begged Wemmick, in conclusion, to understand that my help must always be rendered without Herbert's knowledge or suspicion, and that there was no one else in the world with whom I could advise.

I wound up by laying my hand upon his shoulder, and saying, "I can't help confiding in you, though I know it must be troublesome to you; but that is your fault, in having ever brought me here." Wemmick was silent for a little while, and then said with a kind of start, "Well you know, Mr.Pip, I must tell you one thing.

This is devilish good of you." "Say you'll help me to be good then," said I.
"Ecod," replied Wemmick, shaking his head, "that's not my trade." "Nor is this your trading-place," said I.
"You are right," he returned.

"You hit the nail on the head.