Leave this lad to me, ma'am; leave this lad to me." Mr.Pumblechook then turned me towards him, as if he were going to cut my hair, and said,-- "First (to get our thoughts in order): Forty-three pence ?" I calculated the consequences of replying "Four Hundred Pound," and finding them against me, went as near the answer as I could--which was somewhere about eightpence off.

Mr.Pumblechook then put me through my pence-table from "twelve pence make one shilling," up to "forty pence make three and fourpence," and then triumphantly demanded, as if he had done for me, "Now! How much is forty-three pence ?" To which I replied, after a long interval of reflection, "I don't know." And I was so aggravated that I almost doubt if I did know.
Mr.Pumblechook worked his head like a screw to screw it out of me, and said, "Is forty-three pence seven and sixpence three fardens, for instance ?" "Yes!" said I.And although my sister instantly boxed my ears, it was highly gratifying to me to see that the answer spoilt his joke, and brought him to a dead stop.
"Boy! What like is Miss Havisham ?" Mr.Pumblechook began again when he had recovered; folding his arms tight on his chest and applying the screw.
"Very tall and dark," I told him.
"Is she, uncle ?" asked my sister.
Mr.Pumblechook winked assent; from which I at once inferred that he had never seen Miss Havisham, for she was nothing of the kind.
"Good!" said Mr.Pumblechook conceitedly.

("This is the way to have him! We are beginning to hold our own, I think, Mum ?") "I am sure, uncle," returned Mrs.Joe, "I wish you had him always; you know so well how to deal with him." "Now, boy! What was she a doing of, when you went in today ?" asked Mr.
Pumblechook.
"She was sitting," I answered, "in a black velvet coach." Mr.Pumblechook and Mrs.Joe stared at one another--as they well might--and both repeated, "In a black velvet coach ?" "Yes," said I."And Miss Estella--that's her niece, I think--handed her in cake and wine at the coach-window, on a gold plate.

And we all had cake and wine on gold plates.

And I got up behind the coach to eat mine, because she told me to." "Was anybody else there ?" asked Mr.Pumblechook.
"Four dogs," said I.
"Large or small ?" "Immense," said I."And they fought for veal-cutlets out of a silver basket." Mr.Pumblechook and Mrs.Joe stared at one another again, in utter amazement.