Дэвид Копперфильд

I Am Involved in Mystery

           Micawber,lookingfondlybackoverhisshoulder,‘ontheroadtothetomb,which,butfortheimpietyoftheaspiration,amanwouldwishnevertohavepassed.SuchistheBenchinmychequeredcareer.’

           ‘Oh,youareinlowspirits,Mr.Micawber,’saidTraddles.

           ‘Iam,sir,’interposedMr.Micawber.

           ‘Ihope,’saidTraddles,‘itisnotbecauseyouhaveconceivedadisliketothelawforIamalawyermyself,youknow.’

           Mr.Micawberanswerednotaword.

           ‘HowisourfriendHeep,Mr.Micawber?’saidI,afterasilence.

           ‘MydearCopperfield,’returnedMr.Micawber,burstingintoastateofmuchexcitement,andturningpale,‘ifyouaskaftermyemployerasyourfriend,Iamsorryforit;ifyouaskafterhimasMyfriend,Isardonicallysmileatit.Inwhatevercapacityyouaskaftermyemployer,Ibeg,withoutoffencetoyou,tolimitmyreplytothisthatwhateverhisstateofhealthmaybe,hisappearanceisfoxy:nottosaydiabolical.Youwillallowme,asaprivateindividual,todeclinepursuingasubjectwhichhaslashedmetotheutmostvergeofdesperationinmyprofessionalcapacity.’

           Iexpressedmyregretforhavinginnocentlytoucheduponathemethatrousedhimsomuch.‘MayIask,’saidI,‘withoutanyhazardofrepeatingthemistake,howmyoldfriendsMr.andMissWickfieldare?’

           ‘MissWickfield,’saidMr.

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