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‘
Nothing
could
be
more
satisfactory
,
’
said
Traddles
;
‘
and
they
are
very
agreeable
old
ladies
,
I
am
sure
.
I
shouldn
’
t
be
at
all
surprised
if
you
were
to
be
married
years
before
me
,
Copperfield
.
’
‘
Does
your
Sophy
play
on
any
instrument
,
Traddles
?
’
I
inquired
,
in
the
pride
of
my
heart
.
‘
She
knows
enough
of
the
piano
to
teach
it
to
her
little
sisters
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Does
she
sing
at
all
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
Why
,
she
sings
ballads
,
sometimes
,
to
freshen
up
the
others
a
little
when
they
’
re
out
of
spirits
,
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Nothing
scientific
.
’
‘
She
doesn
’
t
sing
to
the
guitar
?
’
said
I
.
‘
Oh
dear
no
!
’
said
Traddles
.
‘
Paint
at
all
?
’
‘
Not
at
all
,
’
said
Traddles
.
I
promised
Traddles
that
he
should
hear
Dora
sing
,
and
see
some
of
her
flower
-
painting
.
He
said
he
should
like
it
very
much
,
and
we
went
home
arm
in
arm
in
great
good
humour
and
delight
.
I
encouraged
him
to
talk
about
Sophy
,
on
the
way
;
which
he
did
with
a
loving
reliance
on
her
that
I
very
much
admired
.
I
compared
her
in
my
mind
with
Dora
,
with
considerable
inward
satisfaction
;
but
I
candidly
admitted
to
myself
that
she
seemed
to
be
an
excellent
kind
of
girl
for
Traddles
,
too
.
