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My Aunt Makes up Her Mind About Me

           

           ‘ShallIgoaway,aunt?’Iasked,trembling.

           ‘No,sir,’saidmyaunt.‘Certainlynot!’Withwhichshepushedmeintoacornernearher,andfencedMeinwithachair,asifitwereaprisonorabarofjustice.ThispositionIcontinuedtooccupyduringthewholeinterview,andfromitInowsawMr.andMissMurdstoneentertheroom.

           ‘Oh!’saidmyaunt,‘IwasnotawareatfirsttowhomIhadthepleasureofobjecting.ButIdon’tallowanybodytorideoverthatturf.Imakenoexceptions.Idon’tallowanybodytodoit.’

           ‘Yourregulationisratherawkwardtostrangers,’saidMissMurdstone.

           ‘Isit!’saidmyaunt.

           Mr.Murdstoneseemedafraidofarenewalofhostilities,andinterposingbegan:

           ‘MissTrotwood!’

           ‘Ibegyourpardon,’observedmyauntwithakeenlook.‘YouaretheMr.Murdstonewhomarriedthewidowofmylatenephew,DavidCopperfield,ofBlunderstoneRookery!ThoughwhyRookery,Idon’tknow!’

           ‘Iam,’saidMr.Murdstone.

           ‘You’llexcusemysaying,sir,’returnedmyaunt,‘thatIthinkitwouldhavebeenamuchbetterandhappierthingifyouhadleftthatpoorchildalone.’

           ‘IsofaragreewithwhatMissTrotwoodhasremarked,’observedMissMurdstone,bridling,‘thatIconsiderourlamentedClaratohavebeen,inallessentialrespects,amerechild.

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