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‘
Is
Miss
Wickfield
at
home
?
’
said
I
.
‘
Mr
.
Wickfield
is
unwell
in
bed
,
sir
,
of
a
rheumatic
fever
,
’
he
returned
;
‘
but
Miss
Wickfield
,
I
have
no
doubt
,
will
be
happy
to
see
old
friends
.
Will
you
walk
in
,
sir
?
’
He
preceded
us
to
the
dining
-
room
—
the
first
room
I
had
entered
in
that
house
—
and
flinging
open
the
door
of
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
former
office
,
said
,
in
a
sonorous
voice
:
‘
Miss
Trotwood
,
Mr
.
David
Copperfield
,
Mr
.
Thomas
Traddles
,
and
Mr
.
Dixon
!
’
I
had
not
seen
Uriah
Heep
since
the
time
of
the
blow
.
Our
visit
astonished
him
,
evidently
;
not
the
less
,
I
dare
say
,
because
it
astonished
ourselves
.
He
did
not
gather
his
eyebrows
together
,
for
he
had
none
worth
mentioning
;
but
he
frowned
to
that
degree
that
he
almost
closed
his
small
eyes
,
while
the
hurried
raising
of
his
grisly
hand
to
his
chin
betrayed
some
trepidation
or
surprise
.
This
was
only
when
we
were
in
the
act
of
entering
his
room
,
and
when
I
caught
a
glance
at
him
over
my
aunt
’
s
shoulder
.
A
moment
afterwards
,
he
was
as
fawning
and
as
humble
as
ever
.
‘
Well
,
I
am
sure
,
’
he
said
.
‘
This
is
indeed
an
unexpected
pleasure
!
To
have
,
as
I
may
say
,
all
friends
round
St
.
Paul
’
s
at
once
,
is
a
treat
unlooked
for
!
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
I
hope
I
see
you
well
,
and
—
if
I
may
umbly
express
myself
so
—
friendly
towards
them
as
is
ever
your
friends
,
whether
or
not
.
Mrs
.
Copperfield
,
sir
,
I
hope
she
’
s
getting
on
.
We
have
been
made
quite
uneasy
by
the
poor
accounts
we
have
had
of
her
state
,
lately
,
I
do
assure
you
.
’
I
felt
ashamed
to
let
him
take
my
hand
,
but
I
did
not
know
yet
what
else
to
do
.
‘
Things
are
changed
in
this
office
,
Miss
Trotwood
,
since
I
was
an
umble
clerk
,
and
held
your
pony
;
ain
’
t
they
?
’
said
Uriah
,
with
his
sickliest
smile
.
‘
But
I
am
not
changed
,
Miss
Trotwood
.
’
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
returned
my
aunt
,
‘
to
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
think
you
are
pretty
constant
to
the
promise
of
your
youth
;
if
that
’
s
any
satisfaction
to
you
.
’
