There was something so remarkable in the increasing glare of Mr. Wopsle's eye, and he seemed to be turning so many things over in his mind and to grow so confused, that I could not make it out. I sat thinking of it long after he had ascended to the clouds in a large watch-case, and still I could not make it out. I was still thinking of it when I came out of the theatre an hour afterwards, and found him waiting for me near the door.

     "How do you do?" said I, shaking hands with him as we turned down the street together. "I saw that you saw me."

     "Saw you, Mr. Pip!" he returned. "Yes, of course I saw you. But who else was there?"

     "Who else?"

     "It is the strangest thing," said Mr. Wopsle, drifting into his lost look again; "and yet I could swear to him."

     Becoming alarmed, I entreated Mr. Wopsle to explain his meaning.

     "Whether I should have noticed him at first but for your being there," said Mr. Wopsle, going on in the same lost way, "I can't be positive; yet I think I should."