Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, Chapter 6
My state of mind regarding the pilfering from which I had been so unexpectedly exonerated
did not impel me to frank disclosure; but I hope it had some dregs of good at the bottom
of it.
I do not recall that I felt any tenderness of conscience in reference to Mrs. Joe, when
the fear of being found out was lifted off me.
But I loved Joe,—perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear
fellow let me love him,—and, as to him, my inner self was not so easily composed.
It was much upon my mind (particularly when I first saw him looking about for his file)
that I ought to tell Joe the whole truth.
Yet I did not, and for the reason that I mistrusted that if I did, he would think me worse than
I was.
The fear of losing Joe's confidence, and of thenceforth sitting in the chimney corner
at night staring drearily at my forever lost companion and friend, tied up my tongue.
I morbidly represented to myself that if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him
at the fireside feeling his fair whisker, without thinking that he was meditating on
it.
That, if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him glance, however casually, at yesterday's
meat or pudding when it came on to-day's table, without thinking that he was debating whether
I had been in the pantry.
That, if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic life remarked
that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected tar in it, would bring a
rush of blood to my face.
In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly
to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
I had had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I imitated none of its many
inhabitants who act in this manner.
Quite an untaught genius, I made the discovery of the line of action for myself.
As I was sleepy before we were far away from the prison-ship, Joe took me on his back again
and carried me home.
He must have had a tiresome journey of it, for Mr. Wopsle, being knocked up, was in such
a very bad temper that if the Church had been thrown open, he would probably have excommunicated
the whole expedition, beginning with Joe and myself.
In his lay capacity, he persisted in sitting down in the damp to such an insane extent,
that when his coat was taken off to be dried at the kitchen fire, the circumstantial evidence
on his trousers would have hanged him, if it had been a capital offence.
By that time, I was staggering on the kitchen floor like a little drunkard, through having
been newly set upon my feet, and through having been fast asleep, and through waking in the
heat and lights and noise of tongues.
As I came to myself (with the aid of a heavy thump between the shoulders, and the restorative
exclamation "Yah!
Was there ever such a boy as this!" from my sister,) I found Joe telling them about the
convict's confession, and all the visitors suggesting different ways by which he had
got into the pantry.
Mr. Pumblechook made out, after carefully surveying the premises, that he had first
got upon the roof of the forge, and had then got upon the roof of the house, and had then
let himself down the kitchen chimney by a rope made of his bedding cut into strips;
and as Mr. Pumblechook was very positive and drove his own chaise-cart—over everybody—it
was agreed that it must be so.
Mr. Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out, "No!"
with the feeble malice of a tired man; but, as he had no theory, and no coat on, he was
unanimously set at naught,—not to mention his smoking hard behind, as he stood with
his back to the kitchen fire to draw the damp out: which was not calculated to inspire confidence.
This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as a slumberous offence
to the company's eyesight, and assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I seemed
to have fifty boots on, and to be dangling them all against the edges of the stairs.
My state of mind, as I have described it, began before I was up in the morning, and
lasted long after the subject had died out, and had ceased to be mentioned saving on exceptional
occasions.
End of Chapter 6