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Micawber
,
‘
your
confidence
is
not
,
at
the
existing
juncture
,
ill
-
bestowed
.
I
would
beg
to
be
allowed
a
start
of
five
minutes
by
the
clock
;
and
then
to
receive
the
present
company
,
inquiring
for
Miss
Wickfield
,
at
the
office
of
Wickfield
and
Heep
,
whose
Stipendiary
I
am
.
’
My
aunt
and
I
looked
at
Traddles
,
who
nodded
his
approval
.
‘
I
have
no
more
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
to
say
at
present
.
’
With
which
,
to
my
infinite
surprise
,
he
included
us
all
in
a
comprehensive
bow
,
and
disappeared
;
his
manner
being
extremely
distant
,
and
his
face
extremely
pale
.
Traddles
only
smiled
,
and
shook
his
head
(
with
his
hair
standing
upright
on
the
top
of
it
)
,
when
I
looked
to
him
for
an
explanation
;
so
I
took
out
my
watch
,
and
,
as
a
last
resource
,
counted
off
the
five
minutes
.
My
aunt
,
with
her
own
watch
in
her
hand
,
did
the
like
.
When
the
time
was
expired
,
Traddles
gave
her
his
arm
;
and
we
all
went
out
together
to
the
old
house
,
without
saying
one
word
on
the
way
.
We
found
Mr
.
Micawber
at
his
desk
,
in
the
turret
office
on
the
ground
floor
,
either
writing
,
or
pretending
to
write
,
hard
.
The
large
office
-
ruler
was
stuck
into
his
waistcoat
,
and
was
not
so
well
concealed
but
that
a
foot
or
more
of
that
instrument
protruded
from
his
bosom
,
like
a
new
kind
of
shirt
-
frill
.
As
it
appeared
to
me
that
I
was
expected
to
speak
,
I
said
aloud
:
‘
How
do
you
do
,
Mr
.
Micawber
?
’
‘
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
gravely
,
‘
I
hope
I
see
you
well
?
’
