"Soon forgotten!" moaned Miss Havisham. "Times soon forgotten!"

     "No, not forgotten," retorted Estella,--"not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory. When have you found me false to your teaching? When have you found me unmindful of your lessons? When have you found me giving admission here," she touched her bosom with her hand, "to anything that you excluded? Be just to me."

     "So proud, so proud!" moaned Miss Havisham, pushing away her gray hair with both her hands.

     "Who taught me to be proud?" returned Estella. "Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?"

     "So hard, so hard!" moaned Miss Havisham, with her former action.

     "Who taught me to be hard?" returned Estella. "Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?"

     "But to be proud and hard to me!" Miss Havisham quite shrieked, as she stretched out her arms. "Estella, Estella, Estella, to be proud and hard to me!"

     Estella looked at her for a moment with a kind of calm wonder, but was not otherwise disturbed; when the moment was past, she looked down at the fire again.