"I think you're another." Again they exchanged their former odd looks, each apparently still distrustful that the other was taking him in.
"You with a pleasant home ?" said Mr.Jaggers.
"Since it don't interfere with business," returned Wemmick, "let it be so.

Now, I look at you, sir, I shouldn't wonder if you might be planning and contriving to have a pleasant home of your own one of these days, when you're tired of all this work." Mr.Jaggers nodded his head retrospectively two or three times, and actually drew a sigh.

"Pip," said he, "we won't talk about 'poor dreams;' you know more about such things than I, having much fresher experience of that kind.

But now about this other matter.

I'll put a case to you.