1 Mr. Jaggers left word, would you wait in his room.
2 "Lord forbidding is pious, but not to the purpose," returned Mr. Jaggers.
3 Mr. Jaggers had risen when Joe demonstrated, and had backed near the door.
4 I thought Mr. Jaggers glanced at Joe, as if he considered him a fool for his disinterestedness.
5 I wish to be quite right, Mr. Jaggers, and to keep to your directions; so I thought I had better ask.
6 Mr. Jaggers had looked on at this, as one who recognized in Joe the village idiot, and in me his keeper.
7 First," said Mr. Jaggers, "you should have some new clothes to come in, and they should not be working-clothes.
8 "There is a certain tutor, of whom I have some knowledge, who I think might suit the purpose," said Mr. Jaggers.
9 I dropped into the office to ask if Mr. Jaggers had come in yet, and I found he had not, and I strolled out again.
10 I sat down in the cliental chair placed over against Mr. Jaggers's chair, and became fascinated by the dismal atmosphere of the place.
11 I am instructed to communicate to him," said Mr. Jaggers, throwing his finger at me sideways, "that he will come into a handsome property.
12 At length, as I was looking out at the iron gate of Bartholomew Close into Little Britain, I saw Mr. Jaggers coming across the road towards me.
13 But I sat wondering and waiting in Mr. Jaggers's close room, until I really could not bear the two casts on the shelf above Mr. Jaggers's chair, and got up and went out.
14 The room was but small, and the clients seemed to have had a habit of backing up against the wall; the wall, especially opposite to Mr. Jaggers's chair, being greasy with shoulders.
15 Mr. Jaggers's own high-backed chair was of deadly black horsehair, with rows of brass nails round it, like a coffin; and I fancied I could see how he leaned back in it, and bit his forefinger at the clients.
16 Mr. Jaggers's room was lighted by a skylight only, and was a most dismal place; the skylight, eccentrically pitched like a broken head, and the distorted adjoining houses looking as if they had twisted themselves to peep down at me through it.
17 I wondered whether the two swollen faces were of Mr. Jaggers's family, and, if he were so unfortunate as to have had a pair of such ill-looking relations, why he stuck them on that dusty perch for the blacks and flies to settle on, instead of giving them a place at home.
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