and　gratified。　As　she　would　not　hear　of　staying　to　dinner；　lest　she
  should　by　any　chance　fail　to　arrive　at　home　with　the　grey　pony
  before　dark；　and　as　I　apprehend　Mr。　Wickfield　knew　her　too　well
  to　argue　any　point　with　her；　some　lunch　was　provided　for　her
  there；　and　Agnes　went　back　to　her　governess；　and　Mr。　Wickfield　to
  his　office。　So　we　were　left　to　take　leave　of　one　another　without　any
  restraint。
  She　told　me　that　everything　would　be　arranged　for　me　by　Mr。
  Wickfield；　and　that　I　should　want　for　nothing；　and　gave　me　the
  kindest　words　and　the　best　advice。
  ‘Trot；’　said　my　aunt　in　conclusion；　‘be　a　credit　to　yourself；　to　me；
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  and　Mr。　Dick；　and　Heaven　be　with　you！’
  I　was　greatly　overcome；　and　could　only　thank　her；　again　and
  again；　and　send　my　love　to　Mr。　Dick。
  ‘Never；’　said　my　aunt；　‘be　mean　in　anything；　never　be　false；
  never　be　cruel。　Avoid　those　three　vices；　Trot；　and　I　can　always　be
  hopeful　of　you。’
  I　promised；　as　well　as　I　could；　that　I　would　not　abuse　her
  kindness　or　forget　her　admonition。
  ‘The　pony’s　at　the　door；’　said　my　aunt；　‘and　I　am　off！　Stay　here。’
  With　these　words　she　embraced　me　hastily；　and　went　out　of　the
  room；　shutting　the　door　after　her。　At　first　I　was　startled　by　so
  abrupt　a　departure；　and　almost　feared　I　had　displeased　her；　but
  when　I　looked　into　the　street；　and　saw　how　dejectedly　she　got　into
  the　chaise；　and　drove　away　without　looking　up；　I　understood　her
  better　and　did　not　do　her　that　injustice。
  By　five　o’clock；　which　was　Mr。　Wickfield’s　dinner…hour；　I　had
  mustered　up　my　spirits　again；　and　was　ready　for　my　knife　and
  fork。　The　cloth　was　only　laid　for　us　two；　but　Agnes　was　waiting　in
  the　drawing…room　before　dinner；　went　down　with　her　father；　and
  sat　opposite　to　him　at　table。　I　doubted　whether　he　could　have
  dined　without　her。
  We　did　not　stay　there；　after　dinner；　but　came　upstairs　into　the
  drawing…room　again：　in　one　snug　corner　of　which；　Agnes　set
  glasses　for　her　father；　and　a　decanter　of　port　wine。　I　thought　he
  would　have　missed　its　usual　flavour；　if　it　had　been　put　there　for
  him　by　any　other　hands。
  There　he　sat；　taking　his　wine；　and　taking　a　good　deal　of　it；　for
  two　hours；　while　Agnes　played　on　the　piano；　worked；　and　talked　to
  him　and　me。　He　was；　for　the　most　part；　gay　and　cheerful　with　us；
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  but　sometimes　his　eyes　rested　on　her；　and　he　fell　into　a　brooding
  state；　and　was　silent。　She　always　observed　this　quickly；　I　thought；
  and　always　roused　him　with　a　question　or　caress。　Then　he　came
  out　of　his　meditation；　and　drank　more　wine。
  Agnes　made　the　tea；　and　presided　over　it；　and　the　time　passed
  away　after　it；　as　after　dinner；　until　she　went　to　bed；　when　her
  father　took　her　in　his　arms　and　kissed　her；　and；　she　being　gone；
  ordered　candles　in　his　office。　Then　I　went　to　bed　too。
  But　in　the　course　of　the　evening　I　had　rambled　down　to　the
  door；　and　a　little　way　along　the　street；　that　I　might　have　another
  peep　at　the　old　houses；　and　the　grey　Cathedral；　and　might　think　of
  my　coming　through　that　old　city　on　my　journey；　and　of　my　passing
  the　very　house　I　lived　in；　without　knowing　it。　As　I　came　back；　I　saw
  Uriah　Heep　shutting　up　the　office；　and　feeling　friendly　towards
  everybody；　went　in　and　spoke　to　him；　and　at　parting；　gave　him　my
  hand。　But　oh；　what　a　clammy　hand　his　was！　as　ghostly　to　the　touch
  as　to　the　sight！　I　rubbed　mine　afterwards；　to　warm　it；　and　to　rub　his
  off。
  It　was　such　an　uncomfortable　hand；　that；　when　I　went　to　my
  room；　it　was　still　cold　and　wet　upon　my　memory。　Leaning　out　of
  the　window；　and　seeing　one　of　the　faces　on　the　beam…ends　looking
  at　me　sideways；　I　fancied　it　was　Uriah　Heep　got　up　there
  somehow；　and　shut　him　out　in　a　hurry。
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  Chapter　16
  I　AM　A　NEW　BOY　IN　MORE　SENSES　THAN　ONE
  Next　morning；　after　breakfast；　I　entered　on　school　life
  again。　I　went；　accompanied　by　Mr。　Wickfield；　to　the
  scene　of　my　future　studies—a　grave　building　in　a
  courtyard；　with　a　learned　air　about　it　that　seemed　very　well　suited
  to　the　stray　rooks　and　jackdaws　who　came　down　from　the
  Cathedral　towers　to　walk　with　a　clerkly　bearing　on　the　grass…
  plot—and　was　introduced　to　my　new　master；　Doctor　Strong。
  Doctor　Strong　looked　almost　as　rusty；　to　my　thinking；　as　the　tall
  iron　rails　and　gates　outside　the　house；　and　almost　as　stiff　and
  heavy　as　the　great　stone　urns　that　flanked　them；　and　were　set　up；
  on　the　top　of　the　red…brick　wall；　at　regular　distances　all　round　the
  court；　like　sublimated　skittles；　for　Time　to　play　at。　He　was　in　his
  library　（I　mean　Doctor　Strong　was）；　with　his　clothes　not
  particularly　well　brushed；　and　his　hair　not　particularly　well
  combed；　his　knee…smalls　unbraced；　his　long　black　gaiters
  unbuttoned；　and　his　shoes　yawning　like　two　caverns　on　the
  hearth…rug。　Turning　upon　me　a　lustreless　eye；　that　reminded　me
  of　a　long…forgotten　blind　old　horse　who　once　used　to　crop　the
  grass；　and　tumble　over　the　graves；　in　Blunderstone　churchyard；　he
  said　he　was　glad　to　see　me：　and　then　he　gave　me　his　hand；　which　I
  didn’t　know　what　to　do　with；　as　it　did　nothing　for　itself。
  But；　sitting　at　work；　not　far　from　Doctor　Strong；　was　a　very
  pretty　young　lady—whom　he　called　Annie；　and　who　was　his
  daughter；　I　supposed—who　got　me　out　of　my　difficulty　by　kneeling
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  down　to　put　Doctor　Strong’s　shoes　on；　and　button　his　gaiters；
  which　she　did　with　great　cheerfulness　and　quickness。　When　she
  had　finished；　and　we　were　going　out　to　the　schoolroom；　I　was
  much　surprised　to　hear　Mr。　Wickfield；　in　bidding　her　good
  morning；　address　her　as　‘Mrs。　Strong’；　and　I　was　wondering　could
  she　be　Doctor　Strong’s　son’s　wife；　or　could　she　be　Mrs。　Doctor
  Strong；　when　Doctor　Strong　himself　unconsciously　enlightened
  me。
  ‘By　the　by；　Wickfield；’　he　said；　stopping　in　a　passage　with　his
  hand　on　my　shoulder；　‘you　have　not　found　any　suitable　provision
  for　my　wife’s　cousin　yet？’
  ‘No；’　said　Mr。　Wickfield。　‘No。　Not　yet。’
  ‘I　could　wish　it　done　as　soon　as　it　can　be　done；　Wickfield；’　said
  Doctor　Strong；　‘for　Jack　Maldon　is　needy；　and　idle；　and　of　those
  two　bad　things；　worse　things　sometimes　come。　What　does　Doctor
  Watts　say；’　he　added；　looking　at　me；　and　moving　his　head　to　the
  time　of　his　quotation；　‘“Satan　finds　some　mischief　still；　for　idle
  hands　to　do。”’
  ‘Egad；　Doctor；’　returned　Mr。　Wickfield；　‘if　Doctor　Watts　knew
  mankind；　he　might　have　written；　with　as　much　truth；　“Satan　finds
  some　mischief　still；　for　busy　hands　to　do。”　The　busy　people　achieve
  their　full　share　of　mischief　in　the　world；　you　may　rely　upon　it。
  What　have　the　people　been　about；　who　have　been　the　busiest　in
  getting　money；　and　in　getting　power；　this　century　or　two？　No
  mischief？’
  ‘Jack　Maldon　will　never　be　very　busy　in　getting　either；　I　expect；’
  said　Doctor　Strong；　rubbing　his　chin　thoughtfully。
  ‘Perhaps　not；’　said　Mr。　Wickfield；　‘and　you　bring　me　back　to　the
  question；　with　an　apology　for　digressing。　No；　I　have　not　been　able
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  to　dispose　of　Mr。　Jack　Maldon　yet。　I　believe；’　he　said　this　with
  some　hesitation；　‘I　penetrate　your　motive；　and　it　makes　the　thing
  more　difficult。’
  ‘My　motive；’　returned　Doctor　Strong；　‘is　to　make　some　suitable
  provision　for　a　cousin；　and　an　old　playfellow；　of　Annie’s。’
  ‘Yes；　I　know；’　said　Mr。　Wickfield；　‘at　home　or　abroad。’
  ‘Aye！’　replied　the　Doctor；　apparently　wondering　why　he
  emphasized　those　words　so　much。　‘At　home　or　abroad。’
  ‘Your　own　expression；　you　know；’　said　Mr。　Wickfield。　‘Or
  abroad。’
  ‘Surely；’　the　Doctor　answered。　‘Surely。　One　or　other。’
  ‘One　or　other？　Have　you　no　choice？’　asked　Mr。　Wickfield。
  ‘No；’　returned　the　Doctor。
  ‘No？’　with　astonishment。
  ‘Not　the　least。’
  ‘No　motive；’　said　Mr。　Wickfield；　‘for　meaning　abroad；　and　not　at
  home？’
  ‘No；’　returned　the　Doctor。
  ‘I　am　bound　to　believe　you；　and　of　course　I　do　believe　you；’　said
  Mr。　Wickfield。　‘It　might　have　simplified　my　office　very　much；　if　I
  had　known　it　before。　But　I　confess　I　entertained　another
  impression。’
  Doctor　Strong　regarded　him　with　a　puzzled　and　doubting　look；
  which　almost　immediately　subsided　into　a　smile　that　gave　me
  great　encouragement；　for　it　was　full　of　amiability　and　sweetness；
  and　there　was　a　simplicity　in　it；　and　indeed　in　his　whole　manner；
  when　the　studious；　pondering　frost　upon　it　was　got　through；　very
  attractive　and　hopeful　to　a　young　scholar　like　me。　Repeating　‘no’；
  and　‘not　the　least’；　and　other　short　assurances　to　the　same
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  purport；　Doctor　Strong　jogged　on　before　us；　at　a　queer；　uneven
  pace；　and　we　followed：　Mr。　Wickfield；　looking　grave；　I　observed；
  and　shaking　his　head　to　himself；　without　knowing　that　I　saw　him。
  The　schoolroom　was　a　pretty　large　hall；　on　the　quietest　side　of
  the　house；　confronted　by　the　s