Дэвид Копперфильд

Mr. Micawber’s Transactions

           UponwhichIpaidhimavisitearlyonemorning,calledforacandle,burnttheletter,andtoldhimifheevercouldrightmeandhimself,todoit;andifhecouldn’t,tokeephisowncounselforhisdaughter’ssake.Ifanybodyspeakstome,I’llleavethehouse!’

           Weallremainedquiet;Agnescoveringherface.

           ‘Well,mydearfriend,’saidmyaunt,afterapause,‘andyouhavereallyextortedthemoneybackfromhim?’

           ‘Why,thefactis,’returnedTraddles,‘Mr.Micawberhadsocompletelyhemmedhimin,andwasalwaysreadywithsomanynewpointsifanoldonefailed,thathecouldnotescapefromus.Amostremarkablecircumstanceis,thatIreallydon’tthinkhegraspedthissumevensomuchforthegratificationofhisavarice,whichwasinordinate,asinthehatredhefeltforCopperfield.Hesaidsotome,plainly.Hesaidhewouldevenhavespentasmuch,tobaulkorinjureCopperfield.’

           ‘Ha!’saidmyaunt,knittingherbrowsthoughtfully,andglancingatAgnes.‘Andwhat’sbecomeofhim?’

           ‘Idon’tknow.Helefthere,’saidTraddles,‘withhismother,whohadbeenclamouring,andbeseeching,anddisclosing,thewholetime.TheywentawaybyoneoftheLondonnightcoaches,andIknownomoreabouthim;exceptthathismalevolencetomeatpartingwasaudacious.Heseemedtoconsiderhimselfhardlylessindebtedtome,thantoMr.Micawber;whichIconsider(asItoldhim)quiteacompliment.

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