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Mr. Micawber’s Gauntlet

           

           Meanwhilehetookthemuttonoffthegridiron,andgravelyhandeditround.Wealltooksome,butourappreciationofitwasgone,andwemerelymadeashowofeatingit.Asweseverallypushedawayourplates,henoiselesslyremovedthem,andsetonthecheese.Hetookthatoff,too,whenitwasdonewith;clearedthetable;piledeverythingonthedumb-waiter;gaveusourwine-glasses;and,ofhisownaccord,wheeledthedumb-waiterintothepantry.Allthiswasdoneinaperfectmanner,andheneverraisedhiseyesfromwhathewasabout.Yethisveryelbows,whenhehadhisbacktowardsme,seemedtoteemwiththeexpressionofhisfixedopinionthatIwasextremelyyoung.

           ‘CanIdoanythingmore,sir?’

           Ithankedhimandsaid,No;butwouldhetakenodinnerhimself?

           ‘None,Iamobligedtoyou,sir.’

           ‘IsMr.SteerforthcomingfromOxford?’

           ‘Ibegyourpardon,sir?’

           ‘IsMr.SteerforthcomingfromOxford?’

           ‘Ishouldimaginethathemightbeheretomorrow,sir.Iratherthoughthemighthavebeenheretoday,sir.Themistakeismine,nodoubt,sir.’

           ‘IfyoushouldseehimfirstsaidI.

           ‘Ifyou’llexcuseme,sir,Idon’tthinkIshallseehimfirst.’

           ‘Incaseyoudo,’saidI,‘praysaythatIamsorryhewasnotheretoday,asanoldschoolfellowofhiswashere.

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