BIDDY. Pip! (Taken aback.) Look at you …
PIP. I look like a gentleman, don't I?
BIDDY. Yes you do, and I'm happy for you. I know it's what you've always wanted.
PIP. I shan't forget you, Biddy. Perhaps after I come into my property I shall be able to do something for you.
BIDDY. Oh, I am quite happy as I am.
PIP. Or for Joe then. Why don't you help him with his manners a little so that later –
BIDDY. Oh, his manners won't do, then?
PIP. Well, Biddy, they do very well here, but later, when I come into my property, I might be able to help him get a better job or something and he'll need to be prepared.
BIDDY. I don't think Joe wants a better job. Has it ever occurred to you that Joe may be proud? Too proud to let anyone take him out of a place which he is competent to fill, and fills well. I think he is, although of course, you know best.
PIP. You are jealous of me, Biddy, so you're being mean. Just as I'm saying goodbye. Don't be mean, Biddy. Wish me luck.
BIDDY. I do wish you luck. But I am not jealous, Pip. And a gentleman wouldn't say I was.
(BIDDY walks over to the others.)