I had never heard of any tutor but Biddy and Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt; so, I replied in the negative.

     "There is a certain tutor, of whom I have some knowledge, who I think might suit the purpose," said Mr. Jaggers. "I don't recommend him, observe; because I never recommend anybody. The gentleman I speak of is one Mr. Matthew Pocket."

     Ah! I caught at the name directly. Miss Havisham's relation. The Matthew whom Mr. and Mrs. Camilla had spoken of. The Matthew whose place was to be at Miss Havisham's head, when she lay dead, in her bride's dress on the bride's table.

     "You know the name?" said Mr. Jaggers, looking shrewdly at me, and then shutting up his eyes while he waited for my answer.

     My answer was, that I had heard of the name.

     "Oh!" said he. "You have heard of the name. But the question is, what do you say of it?"

     I said, or tried to say, that I was much obliged to him for his recommendation--

     "No, my young friend!" he interrupted, shaking his great head very slowly. "Recollect yourself!"