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‘
My
son
’
s
great
capacity
was
tempted
on
,
there
,
by
a
feeling
of
voluntary
emulation
and
conscious
pride
,
’
the
fond
lady
went
on
to
say
.
‘
He
would
have
risen
against
all
constraint
;
but
he
found
himself
the
monarch
of
the
place
,
and
he
haughtily
determined
to
be
worthy
of
his
station
.
It
was
like
himself
.
’
I
echoed
,
with
all
my
heart
and
soul
,
that
it
was
like
himself
.
‘
So
my
son
took
,
of
his
own
will
,
and
on
no
compulsion
,
to
the
course
in
which
he
can
always
,
when
it
is
his
pleasure
,
outstrip
every
competitor
,
’
she
pursued
.
‘
My
son
informs
me
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
that
you
were
quite
devoted
to
him
,
and
that
when
you
met
yesterday
you
made
yourself
known
to
him
with
tears
of
joy
.
I
should
be
an
affected
woman
if
I
made
any
pretence
of
being
surprised
by
my
son
’
s
inspiring
such
emotions
;
but
I
cannot
be
indifferent
to
anyone
who
is
so
sensible
of
his
merit
,
and
I
am
very
glad
to
see
you
here
,
and
can
assure
you
that
he
feels
an
unusual
friendship
for
you
,
and
that
you
may
rely
on
his
protection
.
’
Miss
Dartle
played
backgammon
as
eagerly
as
she
did
everything
else
.
If
I
had
seen
her
,
first
,
at
the
board
,
I
should
have
fancied
that
her
figure
had
got
thin
,
and
her
eyes
had
got
large
,
over
that
pursuit
,
and
no
other
in
the
world
.
But
I
am
very
much
mistaken
if
she
missed
a
word
of
this
,
or
lost
a
look
of
mine
as
I
received
it
with
the
utmost
pleasure
,
and
honoured
by
Mrs
.
Steerforth
’
s
confidence
,
felt
older
than
I
had
done
since
I
left
Canterbury
.
When
the
evening
was
pretty
far
spent
,
and
a
tray
of
glasses
and
decanters
came
in
,
Steerforth
promised
,
over
the
fire
,
that
he
would
seriously
think
of
going
down
into
the
country
with
me
.
There
was
no
hurry
,
he
said
;
a
week
hence
would
do
;
and
his
mother
hospitably
said
the
same
.
While
we
were
talking
,
he
more
than
once
called
me
Daisy
;
which
brought
Miss
Dartle
out
again
.
‘
But
really
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
’
she
asked
,
‘
is
it
a
nickname
?
And
why
does
he
give
it
you
?
Is
it
—
eh
?
—
because
he
thinks
you
young
and
innocent
?
I
am
so
stupid
in
these
things
.
’
I
coloured
in
replying
that
I
believed
it
was
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Miss
Dartle
.
‘
Now
I
am
glad
to
know
that
!
I
ask
for
information
,
and
I
am
glad
to
know
it
.
He
thinks
you
young
and
innocent
;
and
so
you
are
his
friend
.
Well
,
that
’
s
quite
delightful
!
’
She
went
to
bed
soon
after
this
,
and
Mrs
.
Steerforth
retired
too
.
Steerforth
and
I
,
after
lingering
for
half
-
an
-
hour
over
the
fire
,
talking
about
Traddles
and
all
the
rest
of
them
at
old
Salem
House
,
went
upstairs
together
.
Steerforth
’
s
room
was
next
to
mine
,
and
I
went
in
to
look
at
it
