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'Yes, ma'am. What about Rule Three?'
'All in good time. I shall call you Thursday and you may call me Miss Havisham when we are together; in company I shall expect you to call me "ma'am". I may summon you at any time and you will come running. Only funerals, childbirth or Vivaldi concerts take precedence. Is that clear?'
'Yes, Miss Havisham.'
I stood up and she thrust a candle up to my face and regarded me closely. It allowed me a close look at her too. Despite her pallid demeanour, her eyes sparkled brightly and she was not nearly as old as I supposed – all she needed was a fortnight of good meals and some fresh air. I was tempted to say something to enliven the dismal surroundings but her iron personality stopped me, I felt as though I were facing my teacher at school for the first time.
'Intelligent eyes,' muttered Havisham, 'committed and honest. Quite, quite sickeningly self-righteous. Are you married?'
'Yes,' I mumbled, 'that is to say – no.'
'Come, come!' said Havisham angrily. 'It is a simple enough question.'
'I was married,' I answered.
'Died?'
'No,' I mumbled, 'that is to say – yes.'
'I'll try harder questions in future,' announced Havisham, 'for you are obviously not adept at the easy ones. Have you met the Jurisfiction staff?'
'I've met Mr Snell – and the Cheshire cat.'
'As useless as each other,' she announced shortly. 'Everyone at Jurisfiction is either a charlatan or an imbecile – except the Red Queen, who is both. We'll go to Norland Park and meet them all, I suppose.'
'Norland? Jane Austen? The house of the Dashwoods? Sense and Sensibility?'
But Havisham had moved on. She held my wrist to look at my watch, took me by the elbow and, before I knew what had happened, we had joggled out of Satis House to the library. Before I could recover from this sudden change of surroundings, Miss Havisham was reading from a book she had drawn from a shelf. There was another strange joggle and we were in a small kitchen parlour somewhere.
'What was that?' I asked in slight alarm, I wasn't yet used to the sudden move from book to book but Havisham, well accustomed to such manoeuvres, thought little of it.
'That,' replied Miss Havisham, 'was a standard book-to-book transfer. When you're jumping solo you can sometimes make it through without going to the library – so much the better; the cat's banal musings can make one's head ache. But since I am taking you with me, a short visit is sadly necessary. We're now in the back-story of Kafka's The Trial
. Next door is Josef K's hearing, you're up after him.'
'Oh,' I remarked, 'is that all.'
Miss Havisham missed the sarcasm, which was probably just as well, and I looked around. The room was sparsely furnished, a washing tub sat in the middle and next door, from the sound of it at least, a political meeting seemed to be in progress. A woman entered from the courtroom, smoothed her skirts, curtsied and returned to her washing.
'Good morning, Miss Havisham,' she said politely.
'Good morning, Esther,' replied Miss Havisham. 'I brought you something.' She handed her a box of Pontefract cakes and then asked: 'Are we on time?'
There was a roar of laughter from behind the door, which quickly subsided into excited talking.
'Won't be long,' replied the washerwoman. 'Snell and Hopkins have already gone in. Would you like to take a seat?'
Miss Havisham sat, but I remained standing.
'I hope Snell knows what he's doing,' muttered Havisham darkly. 'The examining magistrate is something of an unknown quantity.'
The applause and laughter suddenly dropped to silence in the room next door, and we heard the door handle grasped. Behind the door a deep voice said:
'I only wanted to point out to you, since you may not have realised it yet, that today you have thrown away all the advantage that a hearing affords an arrested man in every case.'
I looked at Havisham with some consternation but she shook her head, as though to tell me not to worry.
'You scoundrels!' shouted a second voice, still from behind the door. 'You can keep all your hearings!'
