the　same　sedate；　immovable　manner；　and　that　there　was　no　hope
  of　making　him　relax　a　muscle　of　his　face；　he　added：　‘However；　I
  have　said　what　I　came　to　say；　and；　with　another　apology　for　this
  intrusion；　I　may　take　myself　off。　Of　course　I　shall　observe　your
  directions；　in　considering　the　matter　as　one　to　be　arranged
  between　you　and　me　solely；　and　not　to　be　referred　to；　up　at　the
  Doctor’s。’
  ‘Have　you　dined？’　asked　Mr。　Wickfield；　with　a　motion　of　his
  hand　towards　the　table。
  ‘Thank’ee。　I　am　going　to　dine；’　said　Mr。　Maldon；　‘with　my
  cousin　Annie。　Good…bye！’
  Mr。　Wickfield；　without　rising；　looked　after　him　thoughtfully　as
  he　went　out。　He　was　rather　a　shallow　sort　of　young　gentleman；　I
  thought；　with　a　handsome　face；　a　rapid　utterance；　and　a　confident；
  bold　air。　And　this　was　the　first　I　ever　saw　of　Mr。　Jack　Maldon；
  whom　I　had　not　expected　to　see　so　soon；　when　I　heard　the　Doctor
  speak　of　him　that　morning。
  When　we　had　dined；　we　went　upstairs　again；　where　everything
  went　on　exactly　as　on　the　previous　day。　Agnes　set　the　glasses　and
  decanters　in　the　same　corner；　and　Mr。　Wickfield　sat　down　to　drink；
  and　drank　a　good　deal。　Agnes　played　the　piano　to　him；　sat　by　him；
  and　worked　and　talked；　and　played　some　games　at　dominoes　with
  me。　In　good　time　she　made　tea；　and　afterwards；　when　I　brought
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  down　my　books；　looked　into　them；　and　showed　me　what　she　knew
  of　them　（which　was　no　slight　matter；　though　she　said　it　was）；　and
  what　was　the　best　way　to　learn　and　understand　them。　I　see　her；
  with　her　modest；　orderly；　placid　manner；　and　I　hear　her　beautiful
  calm　voice；　as　I　write　these　words。　The　influence　for　all　good；
  which　she　came　to　exercise　over　me　at　a　later　time；　begins　already
  to　descend　upon　my　breast。　I　love　little　Em’ly；　and　I　don’t　love
  Agnes—no；　not　at　all　in　that　way—but　I　feel　that　there　are
  goodness；　peace；　and　truth；　wherever　Agnes　is；　and　that　the　soft
  light　of　the　coloured　window　in　the　church；　seen　long　ago；　falls　on
  her　always；　and　on　me　when　I　am　near　her；　and　on　everything
  around。
  The　time　having　come　for　her　withdrawal　for　the　night；　and　she
  having　left　us；　I　gave　Mr。　Wickfield　my　hand；　preparatory　to　going
  away　myself。　But　he　checked　me　and　said：　‘Should　you　like　to　stay
  with　us；　Trotwood；　or　to　go　elsewhere？’
  ‘To　stay；’　I　answered；　quickly。
  ‘You　are　sure？’
  ‘If　you　please。　If　I　may！’
  ‘Why；　it’s　but　a　dull　life　that　we　lead　here；　boy；　I　am　afraid；’　he
  said。
  ‘Not　more　dull　for　me　than　Agnes；　sir。　Not　dull　at　all！’
  ‘Than　Agnes；’　he　repeated；　walking　slowly　to　the　great　chimney…
  piece；　and　leaning　against　it。　‘Than　Agnes！’
  He　had　drank　wine　that　evening　（or　I　fancied　it）；　until　his　eyes
  were　bloodshot。　Not　that　I　could　see　them　now；　for　they　were　cast
  down；　and　shaded　by　his　hand；　but　I　had　noticed　them　a　little
  while　before。
  ‘Now　I　wonder；’　he　muttered；　‘whether　my　Agnes　tires　of　me。
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  When　should　I　ever　tire　of　her！　But　that’s　different；　that’s　quite
  different。’
  He　was　musing；　not　speaking　to　me；　so　I　remained　quiet。
  ‘A　dull　old　house；’　he　said；　‘and　a　monotonous　life；　but　I　must
  have　her　near　me。　I　must　keep　her　near　me。　If　the　thought　that　I
  may　die　and　leave　my　darling；　or　that　my　darling　may　die　and
  leave　me；　comes　like　a　spectre；　to　distress　my　happiest　hours；　and
  is　only　to　be　drowned　in—’
  He　did　not　supply　the　word；　but　pacing　slowly　to　the　place
  where　he　had　sat；　and　mechanically　going　through　the　action　of
  pouring　wine　from　the　empty　decanter；　set　it　down　and　paced
  back　again。
  ‘If　it　is　miserable　to　bear；　when　she　is　here；’　he　said；　‘what
  would　it　be；　and　she　away？　No；　no；　no。　I　cannot　try　that。’
  He　leaned　against　the　chimney…piece；　brooding　so　long　that　I
  could　not　decide　whether　to　run　the　risk　of　disturbing　him　by
  going；　or　to　remain　quietly　where　I　was；　until　he　should　come　out
  of　his　reverie。　At　length　he　aroused　himself；　and　looked　about　the
  room　until　his　eyes　encountered　mine。
  ‘Stay　with　us；　Trotwood；　eh？’　he　said　in　his　usual　manner；　and
  as　if　he　were　answering　something　I　had　just　said。　‘I　am　glad　of　it。
  You　are　company　to　us　both。　It　is　wholesome　to　have　you　here。
  Wholesome　for　me；　wholesome　for　Agnes；　wholesome　perhaps　for
  all　of　us。’
  ‘I　am　sure　it　is　for　me；　sir；’　I　said。　‘I　am　so　glad　to　be　here。’
  ‘That’s　a　fine　fellow！’　said　Mr。　Wickfield。　‘As　long　as　you　are
  glad　to　be　here；　you　shall　stay　here。’　He　shook　hands　with　me　upon
  it；　and　clapped　me　on　the　back；　and　told　me　that　when　I　had
  anything　to　do　at　night　after　Agnes　had　left　us；　or　when　I　wished　to
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  read　for　my　own　pleasure；　I　was　free　to　come　down　to　his　room；　if
  he　were　there　and　if　I　desired　it　for　company’s　sake；　and　to　sit　with
  him。　I　thanked　him　for　his　consideration；　and；　as　he　went　down
  soon　afterwards；　and　I　was　not　tired；　went　down　too；　with　a　book
  in　my　hand；　to　avail　myself；　for　half…an…hour；　of　his　permission。
  But；　seeing　a　light　in　the　little　round　office；　and　immediately
  feeling　myself　attracted　towards　Uriah　Heep；　who　had　a　sort　of
  fascination　for　me；　I　went　in　there　instead。　I　found　Uriah　reading　a
  great　fat　book；　with　such　demonstrative　attention；　that　his　lank
  forefinger　followed　up　every　line　as　he　read；　and　made　clammy
  tracks　along　the　page　（or　so　I　fully　believed）　like　a　snail。
  ‘You　are　working　late　tonight；　Uriah；’　says　I。
  ‘Yes；　Master　Copperfield；’　says　Uriah。
  As　I　was　getting　on　the　stool　opposite；　to　talk　to　him　more
  conveniently；　I　observed　that　he　had　not　such　a　thing　as　a　smile
  about　him；　and　that　he　could　only　widen　his　mouth　and　make　two
  hard　creases　down　his　cheeks；　one　on　each　side；　to　stand　for　one。
  ‘I　am　not　doing　office…work；　Master　Copperfield；’　said　Uriah。
  ‘What　work；　then？’　I　asked。
  ‘I　am　improving　my　legal　knowledge；　Master　Copperfield；’　said
  Uriah。　‘I　am　going　through　Tidd’s　Practice。　Oh；　what　a　writer　Mr。
  Tidd　is；　Master　Copperfield！’
  My　stool　was　such　a　tower　of　observation；　that　as　I　watched　him
  reading　on　again；　after　this　rapturous　exclamation；　and　following
  up　the　lines　with　his　forefinger；　I　observed　that　his　nostrils；　which
  were　thin　and　pointed；　with　sharp　dints　in　them；　had　a　singular
  and　most　uncomfortable　way　of　expanding　and　contracting
  themselves—that　they　seemed　to　twinkle　instead　of　his　eyes；
  which　hardly　ever　twinkled　at　all。
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  ‘I　suppose　you　are　quite　a　great　lawyer？’　I　said；　after　looking　at
  him　for　some　time。
  ‘Me；　Master　Copperfield？’　said　Uriah。　‘Oh；　no！　I’m　a　very　umble
  person。’
  It　was　no　fancy　of　mine　about　his　hands；　I　observed；　for　he
  frequently　ground　the　palms　against　each　other　as　if　to　squeeze
  them　dry　and　warm；　besides　often　wiping　them；　in　a　stealthy　way；
  on　his　pocket…handkerchief。
  ‘I　am　well　aware　that　I　am　the　umblest　person　going；’　said
  Uriah　Heep；　modestly；　‘let　the　other　be　where　he　may。　My　mother
  is　likewise　a　very　umble　person。　We　live　in　a　numble　abode；
  Master　Copperfield；　but　have　much　to　be　thankful　for。　My　father’s
  former　calling　was　umble。　He　was　a　sexton。’
  ‘What　is　he　now？’　I　asked。
  ‘He　is　a　partaker　of　glory　at　present；　Master　Copperfield；’　said
  Uriah　Heep。　‘But　we　have　much　to　be　thankful　for。　How　much
  have　I　to　be　thankful　for　in　living　with　Mr。　Wickfield！’
  I　asked　Uriah　if　he　had　been　with　Mr。　Wickfield　long？
  ‘I　have　been　with　him；　going　on　four　year；　Master　Copperfield；’
  said　Uriah；　shutting　up　his　book；　after　carefully　marking　the　place
  where　he　had　left　off。　‘Since　a　year　after　my　father’s　death。　How
  much　have　I　to　be　thankful　for；　in　that！　How　much　have　I　to　be
  thankful　for；　in　Mr。　Wickfield’s　kind　intention　to　give　me　my
  articles；　which　would　otherwise　not　lay　within　the　umble　means　of
  mother　and　self！’
  ‘Then；　when　your　articled　time　is　over；　you’ll　be　a　regular
  lawyer；　I　suppose？’　said　I。
  ‘With　the　blessing　of　Providence；　Master　Copperfield；’　returned
  Uriah。
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  ‘Perhaps　you’ll　be　a　partner　in　Mr。　Wickfield’s　business；　one　of
  these　days；’　I　said；　to　make　myself　agreeable；　‘and　it　will　be
  Wickfield　and　Heep；　or　Heep　late　Wickfield。’
  ‘Oh　no；　Master　Copperfield；’　returned　Uriah；　shaking　his　head；
  ‘I　am　much　too　umble　for　that！’
  He　certainly　did　look　uncommonly　like　the　carved　face　on　the
  beam　outside　my　window；　as　he　sat；　in　his　humility；　eyeing　me
  sideways；　with　his　mouth　widened；　and　the　creases　in　his　cheeks。
  ‘Mr。　Wickfield　is　a　most　excellent　man；　Master　Copperfield；’
  said　Uriah。　‘If　you　have　known　him　long；　you　know　it；　I　am　sure；
  much　better　than　I　can　inform　you。’
  I　replied　that　I　was　certain　he　was；　but　that　I　had　not　known
  him　long　myself；　though　he　was　a　friend　of　my　aunt’s。
  ‘Oh；　indeed；　Master　Copperfield；’　said　Uriah。　‘Your　aunt　is　a
  sweet　lady；　Master　Coppe