Mr. Jaggers nodded. "But did you say 'told' or 'informed'?" he asked me, with his head on one side, and not looking at me, but looking in a listening way at the floor. "Told would seem to imply verbal communication. You can't have verbal communication with a man in New South Wales, you know."

     "I will say, informed, Mr. Jaggers."

     "Good."

     "I have been informed by a person named Abel Magwitch, that he is the benefactor so long unknown to me."

     "That is the man," said Mr. Jaggers, "in New South Wales."

     "And only he?" said I.

     "And only he," said Mr. Jaggers.

     "I am not so unreasonable, sir, as to think you at all responsible for my mistakes and wrong conclusions; but I always supposed it was Miss Havisham."

     "As you say, Pip," returned Mr. Jaggers, turning his eyes upon me coolly, and taking a bite at his forefinger, "I am not at all responsible for that."

     "And yet it looked so like it, sir," I pleaded with a downcast heart.