Many years were to follow, the secrets that I held I surrendered all to Estella, all except one. The Satis House was built no two years after Estella and I once again joined hands. We spent our days teaching Little Pip, as we call him, Jo and Biddy agreed to let us be his benefactors til he was of age to be apprenticed to Jo. One day little Pip came to me sat him self in my lap and asked, “Uncle Pip, why did you want to become so well learned.” I was stunned and could only respond, “If only I knew little one, but if you were to ask Miss Estella over there for a game of Beggars I’m sure you will quickly find yourself in a position of earnest learning as well.” I felt quite proud with that response. It pains me knowing that it was my own vanity at his age that was the cause for so many hurts, so I would be sure in knowing that young Pip will never end up as I.
I watched as little Pip ran over to Estella, I could not hear the conversation from the other side of the study, but I saw surprise flush into Estella’s dear features. The dark jade green eyes glistened with wet tears; thin varicose veins spread like rosy veins across her ivory skin, the mighty perch of her lips shifted up into a slight smile, but it was her pale hair wisping around the open window, as if the very moon were held in the sky by her iridescent beauty. Her many harsh years of marriage to Drummle had left her with a sad softness gaze set in those once proud eyes, no longer a bearer of false smiles, but as a miller turns an ugly weed into a elegant powder, Estella can now truly smile.
Life continued in Satis House, no longer a place of darkness and loss, but a fresh and lively home, not nearly as grand, or lavish, but neither does it have eerie passageways that creak in the dark, candles illuminate the house shining like a beacon in the night, not laden with precious gems but dearest people. These things were now my life, for this house was never lonely with little Pip living...