In the fourth year of my apprenticeship a heavy London lawyer named Jaggers came into the village inn and asked for me by name. He bit the side of his great forefinger and told me I had great expectations. A person who wished to remain unnamed had settled a handsome property on me, and I was to be brought up as a gentleman in London. There were two conditions: I must always bear the name of Pip, and I must never ask who my benefactor was. I was certain within a minute that it was Miss Havisham, and that Estella was intended for me. Joe would take no money for the broken indentures. I ordered new clothes and was measured by the tailor and walked about the village letting people admire me. On the last morning I said goodbye badly and cried before I was a mile out of the town, and then not enough.