[sentimental music plays] Sitting in front of the looking glass sat
the strangest lady I have ever seen, or shall ever see. What coarse hands he has, and what thick boots! You say nothing of her. What do you think of her? I don’t like to say. So, you’ve never been to London? I was new here once myself. But now I know the moves of it. Is it a very wicked place? Ah. Sentiment, nonsense. I know you are jesting with me. I am quite serious. Voiceover: …his feelings of being common, about his love for Estella, his expectations of Miss Havisham, but of course he could not. I had been shut up in these rooms a long time,
I don’t know how long. You know what time the clocks keep here. [music continues] I only saw in him a much better man than I.