Herbert Pocket speaking to Pip:
'The marriage day was fixed, the wedding dresses were bought, the wedding tour was planned out, the wedding guests were invited. The day came, but not the bridegroom. He wrote her a letter —'
`Which she received,' I struck in, `when she was dressing for her marriage? At twenty minutes to nine?'
`At the hour and minute,' said Herbert, nodding, `at which she afterwards stopped all the clocks. What was in it, further than that it most heartlessly broke the marriage off, I can't tell you, because I don't know. When she recovered from a bad illness that she had, she laid the whole place to waste, as you have seen it, and she has never since looked upon the light of day.'
`Is that all the story?' I asked, after considering it.
`All I know of it; and indeed I only know so much, through piecing it out for myself; for my father always avoids it, and, even when Miss Havisham invited me to go there, told me no more of it than it was absolutely requisite I should understand. But I have forgotten one thing. It has been supposed that the man to whom she gave her misplaced confidence, acted throughout in concert with her half-brother; that it was a conspiracy between them; and that they shared the profits.'
`I wonder he didn't marry her and get all the property,' said I.
`He may have been married already, and her cruel mortification may have been a part of her half-brother's scheme,' said Herbert. `Mind! I don't know that.'
`What became of the two men ? ' I asked, after again considering the subject.
`They fell into deeper shame and degradation — if there can be deeper — and ruin.'
`Are they alive now?'
`I don't know.'
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