When I left, Estella was yet standing by the great chimney-piece, just as she had stood throughout.

Miss Havisham's gray hair was all adrift upon the ground, among the other bridal wrecks, and was a miserable sight to see.
It was with a depressed heart that I walked in the starlight for an hour and more, about the courtyard, and about the brewery, and about the ruined garden.

When I at last took courage to return to the room, I found Estella sitting at Miss Havisham's knee, taking up some stitches in one of those old articles of dress that were dropping to pieces, and of which I have often been reminded since by the faded tatters of old banners that I have seen hanging up in cathedrals.

Afterwards, Estella and I played at cards, as of yore,--only we were skilful now, and played French games,--and so the evening wore away, and I went to bed.
I lay in that separate building across the courtyard.

It was the first time I had ever lain down to rest in Satis House, and sleep refused to come near me.