Дэвид Копперфильд

Somebody Turns up

           Nothinghas,asyet,turnedup;anditmaynotsurpriseyou,mydearMasterCopperfield,somuchasitwouldastranger,toknowthatweareatpresentwaitingforaremittancefromLondon,todischargeourpecuniaryobligationsatthishotel.Untilthearrivalofthatremittance,’saidMrs.Micawberwithmuchfeeling,‘Iamcutofffrommyhome(IalludetolodgingsinPentonville),frommyboyandgirl,andfrommytwins.’

           IfelttheutmostsympathyforMr.andMrs.Micawberinthisanxiousextremity,andsaidasmuchtoMr.Micawber,whonowreturned:addingthatIonlywishedIhadmoneyenough,tolendthemtheamounttheyneeded.Mr.Micawber’sanswerexpressedthedisturbanceofhismind.Hesaid,shakinghandswithme,‘Copperfield,youareatruefriend;butwhentheworstcomestotheworst,nomaniswithoutafriendwhoispossessedofshavingmaterials.’AtthisdreadfulhintMrs.MicawberthrewherarmsroundMr.Micawber’sneckandentreatedhimtobecalm.Hewept;butsofarrecovered,almostimmediately,astoringthebellforthewaiter,andbespeakahotkidneypuddingandaplateofshrimpsforbreakfastinthemorning.

           WhenItookmyleaveofthem,theybothpressedmesomuchtocomeanddinebeforetheywentaway,thatIcouldnotrefuse.But,asIknewIcouldnotcomenextday,whenIshouldhaveagooddealtoprepareintheevening,Mr.

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