When Pip first met Miss Havisham, he noticed in detail what she was wearing: the lace and silk of a wedding dress, complete with veil, down to one satin slipper which she wore, with the other on the table near her. He could tell that the dress, though it was once white, had now yellowed with age, as had Miss Havisham herself. She had withered inside of the dress that had once fit the rounded form of a young woman, reminding him of a time he went to see a waxwork (a wax model of an historical figure), noting the flowers that were nearby, faded as well. She also reminded him of a skeleton in a rich but withered dress that he had seen as it was taken from the vault in a church he was taken to visit. It was only the dark eyes that seemed alive, and they followed him wherever he went in the room.
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