"I wonder how she come to know Pip!" "Noodle!" cried my sister.

"Who said she knew him ?" "-- Which some individual," Joe again politely hinted, "mentioned that she wanted him to go and play there." "And couldn't she ask Uncle Pumblechook if he knew of a boy to go and play there?
Isn't it just barely possible that Uncle Pumblechook may be a tenant of hers, and that he may sometimes--we won't say quarterly or half-yearly, for that would be requiring too much of you--but sometimes--go there to pay his rent?
And couldn't she then ask Uncle Pumblechook if he knew of a boy to go and play there?
And couldn't Uncle Pumblechook, being always considerate and thoughtful for us--though you may not think it, Joseph," in a tone of the deepest reproach, as if he were the most callous of nephews, "then mention this boy, standing Prancing here"-- which I solemnly declare I was not doing--"that I have for ever been a willing slave to ?" "Good again!" cried Uncle Pumblechook.

"Well put! Prettily pointed! Good indeed! Now Joseph, you know the case." "No, Joseph," said my sister, still in a reproachful manner, while Joe apologetically drew the back of his hand across and across his nose, "you do not yet--though you may not think it--know the case.

You may consider that you do, but you do not, Joseph.

For you do not know that Uncle Pumblechook, being sensible that for anything we can tell, this boy's fortune may be made by his going to Miss Havisham's, has offered to take him into town to-night in his own chaise-cart, and to keep him to-night, and to take him with his own hands to Miss Havisham's to-morrow morning.