London was ugly, crooked and dirty, and I was ashamed of being pleased with it. I shared chambers with Herbert Pocket, a cheerful young man with no money and no talent for getting any, who renamed me Handel on the first evening. We joined a club called the Finches of the Grove, whose whole object was to spend more than we had. I ran into debt, and I taught Herbert to run into debt beside me. When Joe came up to London to see me, I was afraid a visitor would find him there, and he knew it. He called me sir at the door and went home the same day. Estella came to town under Miss Havisham's orders and used me to practise on, exactly as she had been trained to do. She told me plainly that she had no heart, and I heard it as modesty.