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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
.
