The business of this enchanter on earth being principally to be talked at, sung at, butted at, danced at, and flashed at with fires of various colors, he had a good deal of time on his hands.

And I observed, with great surprise, that he devoted it to staring in my direction as if he were lost in amazement.
There was something so remarkable in the increasing glare of Mr.
Wopsle's eye, and he seemed to be turning so many things over in his mind and to grow so confused, that I could not make it out.

I sat thinking of it long after he had ascended to the clouds in a large watch-case, and still I could not make it out.

I was still thinking of it when I came out of the theatre an hour afterwards, and found him waiting for me near the door.
"How do you do ?" said I, shaking hands with him as we turned down the street together.

"I saw that you saw me." "Saw you, Mr.Pip!" he returned.