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‘
For
the
bill
that
is
to
be
a
certain
investment
?
’
I
inquired
.
‘
No
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Not
for
that
one
.
This
is
the
first
I
have
heard
of
that
one
.
I
have
been
thinking
that
he
will
most
likely
propose
that
one
,
on
the
way
home
.
Mine
’
s
another
.
’
‘
I
hope
there
will
be
nothing
wrong
about
it
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
hope
not
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
I
should
think
not
,
though
,
because
he
told
me
,
only
the
other
day
,
that
it
was
provided
for
.
That
was
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
expression
,
“
Provided
for
.
”
’
Mr
.
Micawber
looking
up
at
this
juncture
to
where
we
were
standing
,
I
had
only
time
to
repeat
my
caution
.
Traddles
thanked
me
,
and
descended
.
But
I
was
much
afraid
,
when
I
observed
the
good
-
natured
manner
in
which
he
went
down
with
the
cap
in
his
hand
,
and
gave
Mrs
.
Micawber
his
arm
,
that
he
would
be
carried
into
the
Money
Market
neck
and
heels
.
I
returned
to
my
fireside
,
and
was
musing
,
half
gravely
and
half
laughing
,
on
the
character
of
Mr
.
Micawber
and
the
old
relations
between
us
,
when
I
heard
a
quick
step
ascending
the
stairs
.
At
first
,
I
thought
it
was
Traddles
coming
back
for
something
Mrs
.
Micawber
had
left
behind
;
but
as
the
step
approached
,
I
knew
it
,
and
felt
my
heart
beat
high
,
and
the
blood
rush
to
my
face
,
for
it
was
Steerforth
’
s
.
I
was
never
unmindful
of
Agnes
,
and
she
never
left
that
sanctuary
in
my
thoughts
—
if
I
may
call
it
so
—
where
I
had
placed
her
from
the
first
.
But
when
he
entered
,
and
stood
before
me
with
his
hand
out
,
the
darkness
that
had
fallen
on
him
changed
to
light
,
and
I
felt
confounded
and
ashamed
of
having
doubted
one
I
loved
so
heartily
.
I
loved
her
none
the
less
;
I
thought
of
her
as
the
same
benignant
,
gentle
angel
in
my
life
;
I
reproached
myself
,
not
her
,
with
having
done
him
an
injury
;
and
I
would
have
made
him
any
atonement
if
I
had
known
what
to
make
,
and
how
to
make
it
.
‘
Why
,
Daisy
,
old
boy
,
dumb
-
foundered
!
’
laughed
Steerforth
,
shaking
my
hand
heartily
,
and
throwing
it
gaily
away
.
‘
Have
I
detected
you
in
another
feast
,
you
Sybarite
!
These
Doctors
’
Commons
fellows
are
the
gayest
men
in
town
,
I
believe
,
and
beat
us
sober
Oxford
people
all
to
nothing
!
’
His
bright
glance
went
merrily
round
the
room
,
as
he
took
the
seat
on
the
sofa
opposite
to
me
,
which
Mrs
.
Micawber
had
recently
vacated
,
and
stirred
the
fire
into
a
blaze
.
‘
I
was
so
surprised
at
first
,
’
said
I
,
giving
him
welcome
with
all
the
cordiality
I
felt
,
‘
that
I
had
hardly
breath
to
greet
you
with
,
Steerforth
.
’
‘
Well
,
the
sight
of
me
is
good
for
sore
eyes
,
as
the
Scotch
say
,
’
replied
Steerforth
,
‘
and
so
is
the
sight
of
you
,
Daisy
,
in
full
bloom
.
How
are
you
,
my
Bacchanal
?
’
‘
I
am
very
well
,
’
said
I
;
‘
and
not
at
all
Bacchanalian
tonight
,
though
I
confess
to
another
party
of
three
.
’
