"Well enough off, at any rate," said Pip, "to go and have it out—"
"With her?"
"Yes. Here's your train. I'll get your ticket."
Pip put the Principal Boy into an empty first-class carriage, and having shut the door conversed with her through the open window. The engine gave an impatient whistle, but the line was not clear, and the starting-signal remained obstinately red.
"Got any money?" said Pip awkwardly.
"Yes, thanks. Enough to keep me going."
The train still delayed, and Pip said,—
"I say, will you take my advice?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Go to Jim Lister."