Chapter 32

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠One day when I was busy with my books and Mr. Pocket, I received a note by the post, the mere outside of which threw me into a great flutter; for, though I had never seen the handwriting in which it was addressed, I divined whose hand it was. It had no set beginning, as Dear Mr. Pip, or Dear Pip, or Dear Sir, or Dear Anything, but ran thus:—

“I am to come to London the day after to-morrow by the mi