office for its quantity of letters. From
my point of view, he was the wrong twin all the time, and only externally like
the Wemmick of Walworth.
    We took our leave early, and left together. Even when we were groping among
Mr. Jaggers's stock of boots for our hats, I felt that the right twin was on his
way back; and we had not gone half a dozen yards down Gerrard-street in the
Walworth direction before I found that I was walking arm-in-arm with the right
twin, and that the wrong twin had evaporated into the evening air.
    »Well!« said Wemmick, »that's over! He's a wonderful man, without his living
likeness; but I feel that I have to screw myself up when I dine with him - and I
dine more comfortably unscrewed.«
    I felt that this was a good statement of the case, and told him so.
    »Wouldn't say it to anybody but yourself,« he answered. »I know that what is
said between you and me, goes no further.«
    I asked him if he had ever seen Miss Havisham's adopted daughter, Mrs.
Bentley Drummle? He said no. To avoid being too abrupt, I then spoke of the
Aged, and of Miss Skiffins. He looked rather sly when I mentioned Miss Skiffins,
and stopped in the street to blow his nose, with a roll of the head and a
flourish not quite free from latent boastfulness.
    »Wemmick,« said I, »do you remember telling me, before I first went to Mr.
Jaggers's private house, to notice that housekeeper?«
    »Did I?« he replied. »Ah, I dare say I did. Deuce take me,« he added
sullenly, »I know I did. I find I am not quite unscrewed yet.«
    »A wild beast tamed, you called her?«
    »And what did you call her?«
    »The same. How did Mr. Jaggers tame her, Wemmick?«
    »That's his secret. She has been with him many a long year.«
    »I wish you would tell me her story. I feel a particular interest in being
acquainted with it. You know that what is said between you and me goes no
further.«
    »Well!« Wemmick replied, »I don't know her story - that is, I don't know all
of it. But what I do know, I'll tell you. We are in
