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I
made
my
way
to
Mr
.
Waterbrook
,
and
said
,
that
I
believed
I
had
the
pleasure
of
seeing
an
old
schoolfellow
there
.
‘
Indeed
!
’
said
Mr
.
Waterbrook
,
surprised
.
‘
You
are
too
young
to
have
been
at
school
with
Mr
.
Henry
Spiker
?
’
‘
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
mean
him
!
’
I
returned
.
‘
I
mean
the
gentleman
named
Traddles
.
’
‘
Oh
!
Aye
,
aye
!
Indeed
!
’
said
my
host
,
with
much
diminished
interest
.
‘
Possibly
.
’
‘
If
it
’
s
really
the
same
person
,
’
said
I
,
glancing
towards
him
,
‘
it
was
at
a
place
called
Salem
House
where
we
were
together
,
and
he
was
an
excellent
fellow
.
’
‘
Oh
yes
.
Traddles
is
a
good
fellow
,
’
returned
my
host
nodding
his
head
with
an
air
of
toleration
.
‘
Traddles
is
quite
a
good
fellow
.
’
‘
It
’
s
a
curious
coincidence
,
’
said
I
.
‘
It
is
really
,
’
returned
my
host
,
‘
quite
a
coincidence
,
that
Traddles
should
be
here
at
all
:
as
Traddles
was
only
invited
this
morning
,
when
the
place
at
table
,
intended
to
be
occupied
by
Mrs
.
Henry
Spiker
’
s
brother
,
became
vacant
,
in
consequence
of
his
indisposition
.
A
very
gentlemanly
man
,
Mrs
.
Henry
Spiker
’
s
brother
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
.
’
I
murmured
an
assent
,
which
was
full
of
feeling
,
considering
that
I
knew
nothing
at
all
about
him
;
and
I
inquired
what
Mr
.
Traddles
was
by
profession
.
