the journey took six hours and it was after when l hed London, i was amazed and frightened when I saw the London was crowded with hundreds of people and its streets were dirty. Mr Jaggers' office in Little Britain, Cheapside had the address of er asking the way, I started to walk along the narrow crowde meets. At last, I found a door with "Mr Jaggers" written on it. The open door led into a small officeyA clerk was working there. He looked up as I walked in. ils Mr Jaggers here?' I asked nervously Mr Jaggers is in court He won't be long, the clerk answered. You are Mr Pip, I think, My name's Wemmick. Come and wait in Mr Jaggers' room.' Jaggers' room was a dark, gloomy place. lts small window was very dirty and no light came through it. There was a big black chair for Mr Jaggers and a smaller one, on which Mr Wemmick, the clerk, went on with his work Jaggers' clerk was a short, neat man about fifty years old. He had a square face and a wide, thin mouth. His black were very bright, On his fingers, he wore four or five silver and black rings. poorly-dressed people By the time Mr Jaggers came back, several were waiting for him began talking at once. They wanted him to speak for them in court. Mr Jaggers spoke to them all in a stern and angry way en they had gone he came in to see me.