"I don't want to get into trouble.

I know him!" He darkly closed an eye at Mr.Jaggers's name, and shook his head.
When he had got his shilling, and had in course of time completed the ascent to his box, and had got away (which appeared to relieve his mind), I went into the front office with my little portmanteau in my hand and asked, Was Mr.Jaggers at home?
"He is not," returned the clerk.

"He is in Court at present.

Am I addressing Mr.Pip ?" I signified that he was addressing Mr.Pip.
"Mr.Jaggers left word, would you wait in his room.

He couldn't say how long he might be, having a case on.