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Why
does
Traddles
look
so
important
when
he
calls
upon
me
this
afternoon
in
the
Commons
—
where
I
still
occasionally
attend
,
for
form
’
s
sake
,
when
I
have
time
?
The
realization
of
my
boyish
day
-
dreams
is
at
hand
.
I
am
going
to
take
out
the
licence
.
It
is
a
little
document
to
do
so
much
;
and
Traddles
contemplates
it
,
as
it
lies
upon
my
desk
,
half
in
admiration
,
half
in
awe
.
There
are
the
names
,
in
the
sweet
old
visionary
connexion
,
David
Copperfield
and
Dora
Spenlow
;
and
there
,
in
the
corner
,
is
that
Parental
Institution
,
the
Stamp
Office
,
which
is
so
benignantly
interested
in
the
various
transactions
of
human
life
,
looking
down
upon
our
Union
;
and
there
is
the
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
invoking
a
blessing
on
us
in
print
,
and
doing
it
as
cheap
as
could
possibly
be
expected
.
Nevertheless
,
I
am
in
a
dream
,
a
flustered
,
happy
,
hurried
dream
.
I
can
’
t
believe
that
it
is
going
to
be
;
and
yet
I
can
’
t
believe
but
that
everyone
I
pass
in
the
street
,
must
have
some
kind
of
perception
,
that
I
am
to
be
married
the
day
after
tomorrow
.
The
Surrogate
knows
me
,
when
I
go
down
to
be
sworn
;
and
disposes
of
me
easily
,
as
if
there
were
a
Masonic
understanding
between
us
.
Traddles
is
not
at
all
wanted
,
but
is
in
attendance
as
my
general
backer
.
‘
I
hope
the
next
time
you
come
here
,
my
dear
fellow
,
’
I
say
to
Traddles
,
‘
it
will
be
on
the
same
errand
for
yourself
.
And
I
hope
it
will
be
soon
.
’
‘
Thank
you
for
your
good
wishes
,
my
dear
Copperfield
,
’
he
replies
.
‘
I
hope
so
too
.
It
’
s
a
satisfaction
to
know
that
she
’
ll
wait
for
me
any
length
of
time
,
and
that
she
really
is
the
dearest
girl
—
—
’
‘
When
are
you
to
meet
her
at
the
coach
?
’
I
ask
.
‘
At
seven
,
’
says
Traddles
,
looking
at
his
plain
old
silver
watch
—
the
very
watch
he
once
took
a
wheel
out
of
,
at
school
,
to
make
a
water
-
mill
.
‘
That
is
about
Miss
Wickfield
’
s
time
,
is
it
not
?
’
‘
A
little
earlier
.
Her
time
is
half
past
eight
.
’
‘
I
assure
you
,
my
dear
boy
,
’
says
Traddles
,
‘
I
am
almost
as
pleased
as
if
I
were
going
to
be
married
myself
,
to
think
that
this
event
is
coming
to
such
a
happy
termination
.
And
really
the
great
friendship
and
consideration
of
personally
associating
Sophy
with
the
joyful
occasion
,
and
inviting
her
to
be
a
bridesmaid
in
conjunction
with
Miss
Wickfield
,
demands
my
warmest
thanks
.
I
am
extremely
sensible
of
it
.
’
I
hear
him
,
and
shake
hands
with
him
;
and
we
talk
,
and
walk
,
and
dine
,
and
so
on
;
but
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
Nothing
is
real
.
