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Spenlow replied that he would particularly advise me to dismiss that idea from my mind, as not being worthy of my gentlemanly character; but that he would be glad to hear from me of what improvement I thought the Commons susceptible?
'Come in! I went in, and sat down; and stated my case to Mr. jorkins pretty much as I had stated it to Mr. Spenlow. Mr.
Miss Murdstone gave me her chilly finger-nails, and sat severely rigid. Mr. Spenlow shut the door, motioned me to a chair, and stood on the hearth-rug in front of the fireplace. 'Have the goodness to show Mr. Copperfield, said Mr. Spenlow, what you have in your reticule, Miss Murdstone. I believe it was the old identical steel-clasped reticule of my childhood, that shut up like a bite.
But, he intimated that when she came home he should hope to have the pleasure of entertaining me. I knew that he was a widower with one daughter, and expressed my acknowledgements. Mr. Spenlow was as good as his word. In a week or two, he referred to this engagement, and said, that if I would do him the favour to come down next Saturday, and stay till Monday, he would be extremely happy.
Also of looking round the room for any sign of Dora, and seeing none. Also of thinking that Jip once barked in the distance, and was instantly choked by somebody. Ultimately I found myself backing Traddles into the fireplace, and bowing in great confusion to two dry little elderly ladies, dressed in black, and each looking wonderfully like a preparation in chip or tan of the late Mr. Spenlow.
'You must be aware, Mr. Copperfield, he added, looking restlessly in at the door again, 'if Mr. Spenlow objects 'Personally, he does not object, sir, said I. 'Oh! Personally! repeated Mr. Jorkins, in an impatient manner. 'I assure you there's an objection, Mr. Copperfield. Hopeless! What you wish to be done, can't be done.
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.
Will you grant me time any length of time? We are both so young, sir, 'You are right, interrupted Mr. Spenlow, nodding his head a great many times, and frowning very much, 'you are both very young. It's all nonsense. Let there be an end of the nonsense. Take away those letters, and throw them in the fire.
'Rather a good marriage this, I believe? said Mr. Spenlow. I explained that I knew nothing about it. 'Indeed! he said. 'Speaking from the few words Mr. Murdstone dropped as a man frequently does on these occasions and from what Miss Murdstone let fall, I should say it was rather a good marriage. 'Do you mean that there is money, sir? I asked. 'Yes, said Mr.
Spenlow had said about touching the Commons and bringing down the country. Mrs. Steerforth was pleased to see me, and so was Rosa Dartle.
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