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above the ground floor--Traddles was on the landing to meet me. He was

delighted to see me, and gave me welcome, with great heartiness, to

his little room. It was in the front of the house, and extremely neat,

though sparely furnished. It was his only room, I saw; for there was a

sofa-bedstead in it, and his blacking-brushes and blacking were among

his books--on the top shelf, behind a dictionary. His table was covered

with papers, and he was hard at work in an old coat. I looked at

nothing, that I know of, but I saw everything, even to the prospect of

a church upon his china inkstand, as I sat down--and this, too, was a

faculty confirmed in me in the old Micawber times. Various ingenious

arrangements he had made, for the disguise of his chest of drawers,

and the accommodation of his boots, his shaving-glass, and so forth,

particularly impressed themselves upon me, as evidences of the same

Traddles who used to make models of elephants’ dens in writing-paper to

put flies in; and to comfort himself under ill usage, with the memorable

works of art I have so often mentioned.

In a corner of the room was something neatly covered up with a large

white cloth. I could not make out what that was.

‘Traddles,’ said I, shaking hands with him again, after I had sat down,

‘I am delighted to see you.’

‘I am delighted to see YOU, Copperfield,’ he returned. ‘I am very glad

indeed to see you. It was because I was thoroughly glad to see you when

we met in Ely Place, and was sure you were thoroughly glad to see me,

that I gave you this address instead of my address at chambers.’ ‘Oh!

You have chambers?’ said I.

‘Why, I have the fourth of a room and a passage, and the fourth of a

clerk,’ returned Traddles. ‘Three others and myself unite to have a

set of chambers--to look business-like--and we quarter the clerk too.

Half-a-crown a week he costs me.’

His old simple character and good temper, and something of his old

unlucky fortune also, I thought, smiled at me in the smile with which he

made this explanation.

‘It’s not because I have the least pride, Copperfield, you understand,’

said Traddles, ‘that I don’t usually give my address here. It’s only on

account of those who come to me, who might not like to come here. For

myself, I am fighting my way on in the world against difficulties, and

it would be ridiculous if I made a pretence of doing anything else.’

‘You are reading for the bar, Mr. Waterbrook informed me?’ said I.

‘Why, yes,’ said Traddles, rubbing his hands slowly over one another. ‘I

am reading for the bar. The fact is, I have just begun to keep my terms,

after rather a long delay. It’s some time since I was articled, but the

payment of that hundred pounds was a great pull. A great pull!’ said

Traddles, with a wince, as if he had had a tooth out.

‘Do you know what I can’t help thinking of, Traddles, as I sit here

looking at you?’ I asked him.

‘No,’ said he.

‘That sky-blue suit you used to wear.’

‘Lord, to be sure!’ cried Traddles, laughing. ‘Tight in the arms and

legs, you know? Dear me! Well! Those were happy times, weren’t they?’

‘I think our schoolmaster might have made them happier, without doing

any harm to any of us, I acknowledge,’ I returned.

‘Perhaps he might,’ said Traddles. ‘But dear me, there was a good deal

of fun going on. Do you remember the nights in the bedroom? When we used

to have the suppers? And when you used to tell the stories? Ha, ha,

ha! And do you remember when I got caned for crying about Mr. Mell? Old

Creakle! I should like to see him again, too!’

‘He was a brute to you, Traddles,’ said I, indignantly; for his good

humour made me feel as if I had seen him beaten but yesterday.

‘Do you think so?’ returned Traddles. ‘Really? Perhaps he was rather.

But it’s all over, a long while. Old Creakle!’

‘You were brought up by an uncle, then?’ said I.

‘Of course I was!’ said Traddles. ‘The one I was always going to write

to. And always didn’t, eh! Ha, ha, ha! Yes, I had an uncle then. He died

soon after I left school.’

‘Indeed!’

‘Yes. He was a retired--what do you call

it!--draper--cloth-merchant--and had made me his heir. But he didn’t

like me when I grew up.’

‘Do you really mean that?’ said I. He was so composed, that I fancied he

must have some other meaning.

‘Oh dear, yes, Copperfield! I mean it,’ replied Traddles. ‘It was an

unfortunate thing, but he didn’t like me at all. He said I wasn’t at all

what he expected, and so he married his housekeeper.’

‘And what did you do?’ I asked.

‘I didn’t do anything in particular,’ said Traddles. ‘I lived with them,

waiting to be put out in the world, until his gout unfortunately flew

to his stomach--and so he died, and so she married a young man, and so I

wasn’t provided for.’

‘Did you get nothing, Traddles, after all?’

‘Oh dear, yes!’ said Traddles. ‘I got fifty pounds. I had never been

brought up to any profession, and at first I was at a loss what to

do for myself. However, I began, with the assistance of the son of a

professional man, who had been to Salem House--Yawler, with his nose on

one side. Do you recollect him?’

No. He had not been there with me; all the noses were straight in my

day.

‘It don’t matter,’ said Traddles. ‘I began, by means of his assistance,

to copy law writings. That didn’t answer very well; and then I began to

state cases for them, and make abstracts, and that sort of work. For

I am a plodding kind of fellow, Copperfield, and had learnt the way of

doing such things pithily. Well! That put it in my head to enter myself

as a law student; and that ran away with all that was left of the fifty

pounds. Yawler recommended me to one or two other offices, however--Mr.

Waterbrook’s for one--and I got a good many jobs. I was fortunate

enough, too, to become acquainted with a person in the publishing way,

who was getting up an Encyclopaedia, and he set me to work; and, indeed’

(glancing at his table), ‘I am at work for him at this minute. I am not

a bad compiler, Copperfield,’ said Traddles, preserving the same air of

cheerful confidence in all he said, ‘but I have no invention at all; not

a particle. I suppose there never was a young man with less originality

than I have.’

As Traddles seemed to expect that I should assent to this as a matter

of course, I nodded; and he went on, with the same sprightly patience--I

can find no better expression--as before.

‘So, by little and little, and not living high, I managed to scrape up

the hundred pounds at last,’ said Traddles; ‘and thank Heaven that’s

paid--though it was--though it certainly was,’ said Traddles, wincing

again as if he had had another tooth out, ‘a pull. I am living by the

sort of work I have mentioned, still, and I hope, one of these days, to

get connected with some newspaper: which would almost be the making of

my fortune. Now, Copperfield, you are so exactly what you used to

be, with that agreeable face, and it’s so pleasant to see you, that I

sha’n’t conceal anything. Therefore you must know that I am engaged.’

Engaged! Oh, Dora!

‘She is a curate’s daughter,’ said Traddles; ‘one of ten, down in

Devonshire. Yes!’ For he saw me glance, involuntarily, at the prospect

on the inkstand. ‘That’s the church! You come round here to the left,

out of this gate,’ tracing his finger along the inkstand, ‘and exactly

where I hold this pen, there stands the house--facing, you understand,

towards the church.’

The delight with which he entered into these particulars, did not fully

present itself to me until afterwards; for my selfish thoughts were

making a ground-plan of Mr. Spenlow’s house and garden at the same

moment.

‘She is such a dear girl!’ said Traddles; ‘a little older than me, but

the dearest girl! I told you I was going out of town? I have been down

there. I walked there, and I walked back, and I had the most delightful

time! I dare say ours is likely to be a rather long engagement, but our

motto is “Wait and hope!” We always say that. “Wait and hope,” we always

say. And she would wait, Copperfield, till she was sixty--any age you

can mention--for me!’

Traddles rose from his chair, and, with a triumphant smile, put his hand

upon the white cloth I had observed.

‘However,’ he said, ‘it’s not that we haven’t made a beginning towards

housekeeping. No, no; we have begun. We must get on by degrees, but we

have begun. Here,’ drawing the cloth off with great pride and care, ‘are

two pieces of furniture to commence with. This flower-pot and stand,

she bought herself. You put that in a parlour window,’ said Traddles,

falling a little back from it to survey it with the greater admiration,

‘with a plant in it, and--and there you are! This little round table

with the marble top (it’s two feet ten in circumference), I bought. You

want to lay a book down, you know, or somebody comes to see you or your

wife, and wants a place to stand a cup of tea upon, and--and there you

are again!’ said Traddles. ‘It’s an admirable piece of workmanship--firm

as a rock!’ I praised them both, highly, and Traddles replaced the

covering as carefully as he had removed it.

‘It’s not a great deal towards the furnishing,’ said Traddles, ‘but

it’s something. The table-cloths, and pillow-cases, and articles of

that kind, are what discourage me most, Copperfield. So does

the ironmongery--candle-boxes, and gridirons, and that sort of

necessaries--because those things tell, and mount up. However, “wait and

hope!” And I assure you she’s the dearest girl!’

‘I am quite certain of it,’ said I.

‘In the meantime,’ said Traddles, coming back to his chair; ‘and this is

the end of my prosing about myself, I get on as well as I can. I don’t

make much, but I don’t spend much. In general, I board with the people

downstairs, who are very agreeable people indeed. Both Mr. and Mrs.

Micawber have seen a good deal of life, and are excellent company.’

‘My dear Traddles!’ I quickly exclaimed. ‘What are you talking about?’

Traddles looked at me, as if he wondered what I was talking about.

‘Mr. and Mrs. Micawber!’ I repeated. ‘Why, I am intimately acquainted

with them!’

An opportune double knock at the door, which I knew well from old

experience in Windsor Terrace, and which nobody but Mr. Micawber could

ever have knocked at that door, resolved any doubt in my mind as to

their being my old friends. I begged Traddles to ask his landlord

to walk up. Traddles accordingly did so, over the banister; and Mr.

Micawber, not a bit changed--his tights, his stick, his shirt-collar,

and his eye-glass, all the same as ever--came into the room with a

genteel and youthful air.

‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Traddles,’ said Mr. Micawber, with the old roll

in his voice, as he checked himself in humming a soft tune. ‘I was not

aware that there was any individual, alien to this tenement, in your

sanctum.’

Mr. Micawber slightly bowed to me, and pulled up his shirt-collar.

‘How do you do, Mr. Micawber?’ said I.

‘Sir,’ said Mr. Micawber, ‘you are exceedingly obliging. I am in statu

quo.’

‘And Mrs. Micawber?’ I pursued.

‘Sir,’ said Mr. Micawber, ‘she is also, thank God, in statu quo.’

‘And the children, Mr. Micawber?’

‘Sir,’ said Mr. Micawber, ‘I rejoice to reply that they are, likewise,

in the enjoyment of salubrity.’

All this time, Mr. Micawber had not known me in the least, though he

had stood face to face with me. But now, seeing me smile, he examined my

features with more attention, fell back, cried, ‘Is it possible! Have I

the pleasure of again beholding Copperfield!’ and shook me by both hands

with the utmost fervour.

‘Good Heaven, Mr. Traddles!’ said Mr. Micawber, ‘to think that I should

find you acquainted with the friend of my youth, the companion of

earlier days! My dear!’ calling over the banisters to Mrs. Micawber,

while Traddles looked (with reason) not a little amazed at this

description of me. ‘Here is a gentleman in Mr. Traddles’s apartment,

whom he wishes to have the pleasure of presenting to you, my love!’

Mr. Micawber immediately reappeared, and shook hands with me again.

‘And how is our good friend the Doctor, Copperfield?’ said Mr. Micawber,

‘and all the circle at Canterbury?’

‘I have none but good accounts of them,’ said I.

‘I am most delighted to hear it,’ said Mr. Micawber. ‘It was at

Canterbury where we last met. Within the shadow, I may figuratively say,

of that religious edifice immortalized by Chaucer, which was anciently

the resort of Pilgrims from the remotest corners of--in short,’ said Mr.

Micawber, ‘in the immediate neighbourhood of the Cathedral.’

I replied that it was. Mr. Micawber continued talking as volubly as he

could; but not, I thought, without showing, by some marks of concern in

his countenance, that he was sensible of sounds in the next room, as

of Mrs. Micawber washing her hands, and hurriedly opening and shutting

drawers that were uneasy in their action.

‘You find us, Copperfield,’ said Mr. Micawber, with one eye on Traddles,

‘at present established, on what may be designated as a small and

unassuming scale; but, you are aware that I have, in the course of my

career, surmounted difficulties, and conquered obstacles. You are no

stranger to the fact, that there have been periods of my life, when it

has been requisite that I should pause, until certain expected events

should turn up; when it has been necessary that I should fall back,

before making what I trust I shall not be accused of presumption in

terming--a spring. The present is one of those momentous stages in the

life of man. You find me, fallen back, FOR a spring; and I have every

reason to believe that a vigorous leap will shortly be the result.’

I was expressing my satisfaction, when Mrs. Micawber came in; a little

more slatternly than she used to be, or so she seemed now, to my

unaccustomed eyes, but still with some preparation of herself for

company, and with a pair of brown gloves on.

‘My dear,’ said Mr. Micawber, leading her towards me, ‘here is

a gentleman of the name of Copperfield, who wishes to renew his

acquaintance with you.’

It would have been better, as it turned out, to have led gently up

to this announcement, for Mrs. Micawber, being in a delicate state of