I was perfectly frantic,--a reckless witness under the torture,--and would have told them anything.
"Where was this coach, in the name of gracious ?" asked my sister.
"In Miss Havisham's room." They stared again.

"But there weren't any horses to it." I added this saving clause, in the moment of rejecting four richly caparisoned coursers which I had had wild thoughts of harnessing.
"Can this be possible, uncle ?" asked Mrs.Joe.

"What can the boy mean ?" "I'll tell you, Mum," said Mr.Pumblechook.

"My opinion is, it's a sedan-chair.

She's flighty, you know,--very flighty,--quite flighty enough to pass her days in a sedan-chair." "Did you ever see her in it, uncle ?" asked Mrs.Joe.
"How could I," he returned, forced to the admission, "when I never see her in my life?
Never clapped eyes upon her!" "Goodness, uncle! And yet you have spoken to her ?" "Why, don't you know," said Mr.Pumblechook, testily, "that when I have been there, I have been took up to the outside of her door, and the door has stood ajar, and she has spoke to me that way.