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raising of his grisly hand to his chin betrayed some trepidation or surprise. This was only when we were in the act of entering his room, and when I caught a glance at him, over my aunts shoulder. A moment afterwards, he was as fawning and as humble as ever. Well, I am sure, he said. This is indeed an unexpected pleasure! To have, as I may say, all friends round Saint Pauls, at once, is a treat unlooked for! Mr. Copperfield, I hope I see you well, andif I may umbly express self sofriendly towards them as is ever your friends, whether or not. Mrs. Copperfield, Sir, I hope shes getting on. We have been made quite uneasy by the poor accounts we have had of her state, lately, I do assure you. I felt ashamed to let him take my hand, but I did not know yet what else to do. Things are changed in this office, Miss Trotwood, since I was a humble clerk, and held your pony; aint they? said Uriah, with his sickliest smile. But I am not changed, Miss Trotwood. Well, Sir, returned my aunt, to tell you the truth, I think you are pretty constant to the promise of your youth; if thats any satisfaction to you. Thank you, Miss Trotwood, said Uriah, writhing in his ungainly manner, for your good opinion! Micawber, tell em to let Miss Agnes knowand mother. Mother will be quite in a state, when she sees the present company! said Uriah, setting chairs. You are not busy, Mr. Heep? said Traddles, whose eye the cunning red eye accidentally caught, as it at once scrutinized and evaded us. No, Mr. Traddles, replied Uriah, resuming his official seat, and squeezing his bony hands, laid palm to palm, between his bony knees. Not so much so, as I could wish. But lawyers, sharks, and leeches are not easily satisfied, you know! Not but what myself and Micawber have our hands pretty full, in general, on account of Mr. Wickfields being hardly fit for any occupation, Sir. But its a pleasure as well as a duty, I am sure, to work for him. Youve not been intimate with Mr. Wickfield, I think, Mr. Traddles? I believe Ive only had the honour of seeing you once myself? No, I have not been intimate with Mr. Wickfield, returned Traddles; or I might perhaps have waited on you long ago, Mr. Heep. There was something in the tone of this reply which made Uriah look at the speaker again, with a very sinister and suspicious expression. But, seeing only Traddles, with his good-natured face, simple manner, and hair on end, he dismissed it as he replied, with a jerk of his whole body, but especially his throat I am sorry for that, Mr. Traddles. You would have admire him as much as we all do. His little failings would only have endeared him to you the more. But if you would like to hear my fellow-partner eloquently spoken of, I should refer you to Copperfield. The family is a subject hes very strong upon, if you never heard him. I was prevented from disclaiming the compliment (if I should have done so, in any case), by the entrance of Agnes, now ushered in by Mr. Micawber. She was not quite so self-possessed as usual, I thought; and had evidently undergone anxiety and fatigue. But her earnest cordiality, and her quiet beauty, shone with the gentler lustre for it. I saw Uriah watch her while she greeted us; and he reminded me of an ugly and rebellious genie watching a good spirit. In the meanwhile, some slight sign passed between Mr. Micawber and Traddles; and Traddles, unobserved except by me, went out. Dont wait, Micawber, said Uriah. |
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