 at least -« It appeared to me that I was
losing a chance.
    »At least?« repeated Estella.
    »As pleasantly as I could anywhere, away from you.«
    »You silly boy,« said Estella, quite composedly, »how can you talk such
nonsense? Your friend Mr. Matthew, I believe, is superior to the rest of his
family?«
    »Very superior indeed. He is nobody's enemy -«
    »- Don't add but his own,« interposed Estella, »for I hate that class of
man. But he really is disinterested, and above small jealousy and spite, I have
heard?«
    »I am sure I have every reason to say so.«
    »You have not every reason to say so of the rest of his people,« said
Estella, nodding at me with an expression of face that was at once grave and
rallying, »for they beset Miss Havisham with reports and insinuations to your
disadvantage. They watch you, misrepresent you, write letters about you
(anonymous sometimes), and you are the torment and occupation of their lives.
You can scarcely realise to yourself the hatred those people feel for you.«
    »They do me no harm, I hope?«
    Instead of answering, Estella burst out laughing. This was very singular to
me, and I looked at her in considerable perplexity. When she left off - and she
had not laughed languidly, but with real enjoyment - I said, in my diffident way
with her:
    »I hope I may suppose that you would not be amused if they did me any harm?«
    »No, no, you may be sure of that,« said Estella. »You may be certain that I
laugh because they fail. Oh, those people with Miss Havisham, and the tortures
they undergo!« She laughed again, and even now, when she had told me why, her
laughter was very singular to me, for I could not doubt its being genuine, and
yet it seemed too much for the occasion. I thought there must really be
something more here than I knew; she saw the thought in my mind and answered it.
    »It is not easy for even you,« said Estella, »to know what satisfaction it
gives me to see those people thwarted, or what an enjoyable sense of the
ridiculous I have when they are made ridiculous. For you were not brought up in
that strange house from a mere baby. - I was. You had not your little wits
sharpened by their intriguing against you
