que tendió la mano para tomar la mía. Pero yo, confundido por la acción y aturdido por la ocasión, le di la mano con todas las muestras de un afecto caluroso.
Pobre y querido Joe, envuelto en una pequeña capa negra atada con un gran lazo bajo la barbilla, estaba sentado aparte en el extremo superior de la sala; donde, en calidad de doliente principal, había sido ubicado evidentemente por Trabb.
Cuando me incliné y le dije: «Querido Joe, ¿cómo estás?», él respondió: «Pip, viejo amigo, tú la conociste cuando ella era una mujer de buena es‑» y me apretó la mano y no dijo más.
Biddy, looking very neat and modest in her black dress, went quietly here and there, and was very helpful. When I had spoken to Biddy, as I thought it not a time for talking I went and sat down near Joe, and there began to wonder in what part of the house it—she—my sister—was. The air of the parlor being faint with the smell of sweet cake, I looked about for the table of refreshments; it was scarcely visible until one had got accustomed to the gloom, but there was a cut-up plum cake upon it, and there were cut-up oranges, and sandwiches, and biscuits, and two decanters that I knew very well as ornaments, but had never seen used in all my life; one full of port, and one of sherry. Standing at this table, I became conscious of the servile Pumblechook in a black cloak and several yards of hatband, who was alternately stuffing himself, and making obsequious movements to catch my attention. The moment he succeeded, he came over to me (breathing sherry and crumbs), and said in a subdued voice, “May I, dear sir?” and did. I then descried Mr. and Mrs. Hubble; the last-named in a decent speechless paroxysm in a corner.