‘I have a presentiment,’ said Mrs. Micawber,setting down her tin pot,‘that it is a member of my family!’
‘If so, my dear,’ observed Mr. Micawber,with his usual suddenness of warmth on that subject,‘as the member of your family--whoever he, she, or it,may be--has kept us waiting for a considerable period,perhaps the Member may now wait MY convenience.’
‘Micawber,’ said his wife, in a low tone,‘at such a time as this--’
‘“It is not meet,”’ said Mr. Micawber, rising,‘“that every nice offence should bear its comment!” Emma, I stand reproved.’
‘The loss, Micawber,’ observed his wife,‘has been my family’s, not yours.If my family are at length sensible of the deprivation to which their own conduct has, in the past, exposed them, and now desire to extend the hand of fellowship, let it not be repulsed.’
‘My dear,’ he returned, ‘so be it!’
‘If not for their sakes; for mine, Micawber, ’ said his wife.
‘Emma,’ he returned, ‘that view of the question is,at such a moment, irresistible. I cannot, even now,distinctly pledge myself to fall upon your family’s neck;but the member of your family,who is now in attendance,shall have no genial warmth frozen by me.’
Mr. Micawber withdrew, and was absent some little time;in the course of which Mrs.Micawber was not wholly free from an apprehension that words might have arisen between him and the Member. At length the same boy reappeared, and presented me with a note written in pencil, and headed, in a legal manner, ‘Heep v. Micawber’. From this document, I learned that Mr. Micawber being again arrested, ‘Was in a final paroxysm of despair; and that he begged me to send him his knife and pint pot, by bearer, as they might prove serviceable during the brief remainder of his existence, in jail. He also requested, as a last act of friendship, that I would see his family to the Parish Workhouse, and forget that such a Being ever lived.
Of course I answered this note by going down with the boy to pay the money,where I found Mr. Micawber sitting in a corner,looking darkly at the Sheriff ‘s Officer who had effected the capture.On his release, he embraced me with the utmost fervour;and made an entry of the transaction in his pocket-book--being very particular,I recollect, about a halfpenny I inadvertently omitted from my statement of the total.
This momentous pocket-book was a timely reminder to him of another transaction.On our return to the room upstairs (where he accounted for his absence by saying that it had been occasioned by circumstances over which he had no control), he took out of it a large sheet of paper, folded small, and quite covered with long sums, carefully worked. From the glimpse I had of them, I should say that I never saw such sums out of a school ciphering-book. These, it seemed, were calculations of compound interest on what he called ‘the principal amount of forty-one, ten, eleven and a half’, for various periods. After a careful consideration of these, and an elaborate estimate of his resources, he had come to the conclusion to select that sum which represented the amount with compound interest to two years, fifteen calendar months, and fourteen days, from that date. For this he had drawn a note-of-hand with great neatness, which he handed over to Traddles on the spot, a discharge of his debt in full (as between man and man), with many acknowledgements.
‘I have still a presentiment,’ said Mrs. Micawber,pensively shaking her head,‘that my family will appear on board,before we finally depart.’
Mr. Micawber evidently had his presentiment on the subject too,but he put it in his tin pot and swallowed it.
‘If you have any opportunity of sending letters home,on your passage, Mrs. Micawber,’ said my aunt,‘you must let us hear from you, you know.’
‘My dear Miss Trotwood,’ she replied,‘I shall only be too happy to think that anyone expects to hear from us.I shall not fail to correspond. Mr. Copperfield,I trust, as an old and familiar friend,will not object to receive occasional intelligence,himself, from one who knew him when the twins were yet unconscious?’
I said that I should hope to hear,whenever she had an opportunity of writing.
‘Please Heaven, there will be many such opportunities,’ said Mr. Micawber. ‘The ocean, in these times,is a perfect fleet of ships;and we can hardly fail to encounter many,in running over. It is merely crossing,’ said Mr.Micawber, trifling with his eye-glass,‘merely crossing. The distance is quite imaginary.’
I think, now, how odd it was,but how wonderfully like Mr. Micawber, that,when he went from London to Canterbury,he should have talked as if he were going to the farthest limits of the earth;and, when he went from England to Australia,as if he were going for a little trip across the channel.
‘On the voyage, I shall endeavour,’ said Mr. Micawber,‘occasionally to spin them a yarn;and the melody of my son Wilkins will, I trust,be acceptable at the galley-fire. When Mrs.Micawber has her sea-legs on--an expression in which I hope there is no conventional impropriety--she will give them, I dare say, “Little Tafflin”. Porpoises and dolphins, I believe, will be frequently observed athwart our Bows; and, either on the starboard or the larboard quarter, objects of interest will be continually descried. In short,’ said Mr. Micawber, with the old genteel air, ‘the probability is, all will be found so exciting, alow and aloft, that when the lookout, stationed in the main-top, cries Land-oh!we shall be very considerably astonished!’
With that he flourished off the contents of his little tin pot,as if he had made the voyage,and had passed a first-class examination before the highest naval authorities.
‘What I chiefly hope, my dear Mr. Copperfield,’ said Mrs. Micawber, ‘is,that in some branches of our family we may live again in the old country.Do not frown, Micawber!I do not now refer to my own family,but to our children’s children.However vigorous the sapling,’ said Mrs. Micawber,shaking her head, ‘I cannot forget the parent-tree;and when our race attains to eminence and fortune,I own I should wish that fortune to flow into the coffers of Britannia. ’
‘My dear,’ said Mr. Micawber,‘Britannia must take her chance.I am bound to say that she has never done much for me,and that I have no particular wish upon the subject.’