On a table by the window in Buckingham Street,we set out the work Traddles procured for him--which was to make,I forget how many copies of a legal document about some right of way--and on another table we spread the last unfinished original of the great Memorial. Our instructions to Mr. Dick were that he should copy exactly what he had before him, without the least departure from the original; and that when he felt it necessary to make the slightest allusion to King Charles the First, he should fly to the Memorial. We exhorted him to be resolute in this, and left my aunt to observe him. My aunt reported to us, afterwards, that, at first, he was like a man playing the kettle-drums, and constantly divided his attentions between the two; but that, finding this confuse and fatigue him, and having his copy there, plainly before his eyes, he soon sat at it in an orderly business-like manner, and postponed the Memorial to a more convenient time. In a word, although we took great care that he should have no more to do than was good for him, and although he did not begin with the beginning of a week, he earned by the following Saturday night ten shillings and nine-pence; and never, while I live, shall I forget his going about to all the shops in the neighbourhood to change this treasure into sixpences, or his bringing them to my aunt arranged in the form of a heart upon a waiter, with tears of joy and pride in his eyes. He was like one under the propitious influence of a charm, from the moment of his being usefully employed; and if there were a happy man in the world, that Saturday night, it was the grateful creature who thought my aunt the most wonderful woman in existence, and me the most wonderful young man.
‘No starving now, Trotwood,’ said Mr. Dick,shaking hands with me in a corner.‘I’ll provide for her, Sir!’ and he flourished his ten fingers in the air,as if they were ten banks.
I hardly know which was the better pleased,Traddles or I. ‘It really,’ said Traddles, suddenly,taking a letter out of his pocket, and giving it to me,‘put Mr. Micawber quite out of my head!’
The letter (Mr. Micawber never missed any possible opportunity of writing a letter) was addressed to me, ‘By the kindness of T. Traddles, Esquire, of the Inner Temple.’ It ran thus:--
‘MY DEAR COPPERFIELD,
‘You may possibly not be unprepared to receive the intimation that something has turned up. I may have mentioned to you on a former occasion that I was in expectation of such an event.
‘I am about to establish myself in one of the provincial towns of our favoured island (where the society may be described as a happy admixture of the agricultural and the clerical), in immediate connexion with one of the learned professions. Mrs. Micawber and our offspring will accompany me. Our ashes, at a future period, will probably be found commingled in the cemetery attached to a venerable pile, for which the spot to which I refer has acquired a reputation, shall I say from China to Peru?
‘In bidding adieu to the modern Babylon,where we have undergone many vicissitudes,I trust not ignobly, Mrs.Micawber and myself cannot disguise from our minds that we part,it may be for years and it may be for ever,with an individual linked by strong associations to the altar of our domestic life. If, on the eve of such a departure, you will accompany our mutual friend, Mr. Thomas Traddles, to our present abode, and there reciprocate the wishes natural to the occasion, you will confer a Boon
‘On ‘One ‘Who ‘Is ‘Ever yours, ‘WILKINS MICAWBER.’
I was glad to find that Mr.Micawber had got rid of his dust and ashes,and that something really had turned up at last.Learning from Traddles that the invitation referred to the evening then wearing away, I expressed my readiness to do honour to it; and we went off together to the lodging which Mr. Micawber occupied as Mr. Mortimer, and which was situated near the top of the Gray’s Inn Road.
The resources of this lodging were so limited,that we found the twins,now some eight or nine years old,reposing in a turn-up bedstead in the family sitting-room,where Mr. Micawber had prepared,in a wash-hand-stand jug,what he called ‘a Brew’ of the agreeable beverage for which he was famous.I had the pleasure, on this occasion,of renewing the acquaintance of Master Micawber,whom I found a promising boy of about twelve or thirteen,very subject to that restlessness of limb which is not an unfrequent phenomenon in youths of his age. I also became once more known to his sister, Miss Micawber, in whom, as Mr. Micawber told us, ‘her mother renewed her youth, like the Phoenix’.
‘My dear Copperfield,’ said Mr. Micawber,‘yourself and Mr. Traddles find us on the brink of migration,and will excuse any little discomforts incidental to that position. ’
Glancing round as I made a suitable reply,I observed that the family effects were already packed,and that the amount of luggage was by no means overwhelming.I congratulated Mrs.Micawber on the approaching change.
‘My dear Mr. Copperfield,’ said Mrs. Micawber,‘of your friendly interest in all our affairs,I am well assured. My family may consider it banishment,if they please; but I am a wife and mother,and I never will desert Mr. Micawber.’
Traddles, appealed to by Mrs. Micawber’s eye,feelingly acquiesced.
‘That,’ said Mrs. Micawber, ‘that, at least, is my view,my dear Mr. Copperfield and Mr. Traddles,of the obligation which I took upon myself when I repeated the irrevocable words, “I, Emma, take thee, Wilkins.” I read the service over with a flat-candle on the previous night, and the conclusion I derived from it was, that I never could desert Mr. Micawber. And,’ said Mrs. Micawber, ‘though it is possible I may be mistaken in my view of the ceremony, I never will!’
‘My dear,’ said Mr. Micawber, a little impatiently,‘I am not conscious that you are expected to do anything of the sort. ’
‘I am aware, my dear Mr. Copperfield,’ pursued Mrs.Micawber, ‘that I am now about to cast my lot among strangers;and I am also aware that the various members of my family,to whom Mr. Micawber has written in the most gentlemanly terms,announcing that fact,have not taken the least notice of Mr.Micawber’s communication.Indeed I may be superstitious,’ said Mrs. Micawber,‘but it appears to me that Mr.Micawber is destined never to receive any answers whatever to the great majority of the communications he writes. I may augur, from the silence of my family, that they object to the resolution I have taken; but I should not allow myself to be swerved from the path of duty, Mr. Copperfield, even by my papa and mama, were they still living.’
I expressed my opinion that this was going in the right direction.‘It may be a sacrifice,’ said Mrs. Micawber,‘to immure one’s-self in a Cathedral town; but surely,Mr. Copperfield, if it is a sacrifice in me,it is much more a sacrifice in a man of Mr.Micawber’s abilities.’
‘Oh!You are going to a Cathedral town?’ said I.
Mr. Micawber, who had been helping us all,out of the wash-hand-stand jug, replied:
‘To Canterbury. In fact, my dear Copperfield,I have entered into arrangements,by virtue of which I stand pledged and contracted to our friend Heep,to assist and serve him in the capacity of--and to be--his confidential clerk. ’
I stared at Mr. Micawber,who greatly enjoyed my surprise.