This strongly marked way of doing business made a strongly marked impression on me, and that not of an agreeable kind. Mr. Jaggers never laughed; but he wore great bright creaking boots, and, in poising himself on these boots, with his large head bent down and his eyebrows joined together, awaiting an answer, he sometimes caused the boots to creak, as if they laughed in a dry and suspicious way. As he happened to go out now, and as Wemmick was brisk and talkative, I said to Wemmick that I hardly knew what to make of Mr. Jaggers's manner.

     "Tell him that, and he'll take it as a compliment," answered Wemmick; "he don't mean that you should know what to make of it.--Oh!" for I looked surprised, "it's not personal; it's professional: only professional."

     Wemmick was at his desk, lunching--and crunching--on a dry hard biscuit; pieces of which he threw from time to time into his slit of a mouth, as if he were posting them.

     "Always seems to me," said Wemmick, "as if he had set a man-trap and was watching it. Suddenly-click--you're caught!"