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cork, however, would have had no more chance against a pair of
corkscrews, or a tender young tooth against a pair of dentists, or a
little shuttlecock against two battledores, than I had against Uriah
and Mrs. Heep. They did just what they liked with me; and
wormed things out of me that I had no desire to tell, with a
certainty I blush to think of. the more especially, as in my juvenile
frankness, I took some credit to myself for being so confidential
and felt that I was quite the patron of my two respectful
entertainers.
They were very fond of one another: that was certain. I take it,
that had its effect upon me, as a touch of nature; but the skill with
which the one followed up whatever the other said, was a touch of
art which I was still less proof against. When there was nothing
more to be got out of me about myself (for on the Murdstone and
Grinby life, and on my journey, I was dumb), they began about Mr.
Wickfield and Agnes. Uriah threw the ball to Mrs. Heep, Mrs.
Heep caught it and threw it back to Uriah, Uriah kept it up a little
while, then sent it back to Mrs. Heep, and so they went on tossing
it about until I had no idea who had got it, and was quite
bewildered. The ball itself was always changing too. Now it was
Mr. Wickfield, now Agnes, now the excellence of Mr. Wickfield,
now my admiration of Agnes; now the extent of Mr. Wickfield’s
business and resources, now our domestic life after dinner; now,
the wine that Mr. Wickfield took, the reason why he took it, and
the pity that it was he took so much; now one thing, now another,
then everything at once; and all the time, without appearing to
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speak very often, or to do anything but sometimes encourage them
a little, for fear they should be overcome by their humility and the
honour of my company, I found myself perpetually letting out
something or other that I had no business to let out and seeing the
effect of it in the twinkling of Uriah’s dinted nostrils.
I had begun to be a little uncomfortable, and to wish myself well
out of the visit, when a figure coming down the street passed the
door—it stood open to air the room, which was warm, the weather
being close for the time of year—came back again, looked in, and
walked in, exclaiming loudly, ‘Copperfield! Is it possible?’
It was Mr. Micawber! It was Mr. Micawber, with his eye-glass,
and his walking-stick, and his shirt-collar, and his genteel air, and
the condescending roll in his voice, all complete!
‘My dear Copperfield,’ said Mr. Micawber, putting out his hand,
‘this is indeed a meeting which is calculated to impress the mind
with a sense of the instability and uncertainty of all human—in
short, it is a most extraordinary meeting. Walking along the street,
reflecting upon the probability of something turning up (of which I
am at present rather sanguine), I find a young but valued friend
turn up, who is connected with the most eventful period of my life;
I may say, with the turning-point of my existence. Copperfield, my
dear fellow, how do you do?’
I cannot say—I really cannot say—that I was glad to see Mr.
Micawber there; but I was glad to see him too, and shook hands
with him, heartily, inquiring how Mrs. Micawber was.
‘Thank you,’ said Mr. Micawber, waving his **s of old, and
settling his chin in his shirt-collar. ‘She is tolerably convalescent.
The twins no longer derive their sustenance from Nature’s
founts—in short,’ said Mr. Micawber, in one of his bursts of
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confidence, ‘they are weaned—and Mrs. Micawber is, at present,
my travelling companion. She will be rejoiced, Copperfield, to
renew her acquaintance with one who has proved himself in all
respects a worthy minister at the sacred altar of friendship.’
I said I should be delighted to see her.
‘You are very good,’ said Mr. Micawber.
Mr. Micawber then smiled, settled his chin again,