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I know I do not exaggerate, unconsciously and unintentionally, the scantiness of my resources or the difficulties of my life. I know that if a shilling were given me by Mr. Quinion at any time, I spent it in a dinner or a tea. I know that I worked, from morning until night, with common men and boys, a shabby child. I know that I lounged about the streets, insufficiently and unsatisfactorily fed.
Micawber, in another burst of confidence, 'that you might lose yourself I shall be happy to call this evening, and install you in the knowledge of the nearest way. I thanked him with all my heart, for it was friendly in him to offer to take that trouble. 'At what hour, said Mr. Micawber, 'shall I 'At about eight, said Mr. Quinion. 'At about eight, said Mr. Micawber.
Of the three figures selected in particular, Creakle is a caricature; Murdstone, though not exactly that, is a repulsive exception; and Quinion is so mere a comparse or "super" that to base any generalisation on him is absurd. The dislike of the British public to be "talked book to" may be healthy or unhealthy; but if it takes no great heed of this kind of talking book, small blame to it!
Peggotty I was seldom allowed to visit, but once a week she either came to see me or met me somewhere, and that, and the dear old books were my only comfort. One day Mr. Quinion, a visitor at the house, took pains to ask me some questions about myself, and afterwards Mr. Murdstone called me to him, and said: "I suppose you know, David, that I am not rich.
'And who's this shaver? said one of the gentlemen, taking hold of me. 'That's Davy, returned Mr. Murdstone. 'Davy who? said the gentleman. 'Jones? 'Copperfield, said Mr. Murdstone. 'What! Bewitching Mrs. Copperfield's encumbrance? cried the gentleman. 'The pretty little widow? 'Quinion, said Mr. Murdstone, 'take care, if you please. Somebody's sharp.
Murdstone: but two or three parcels of made or mended clothes had come up for me, consigned to Mr. Quinion, and in each there was a scrap of paper to the effect that J. M. trusted D. C. was applying himself to business, and devoting himself wholly to his duties not the least hint of my ever being anything else than the common drudge into which I was fast settling down.
Murdstone; 'but he is not generally favourable, I believe. There was more laughter at this, and Mr. Quinion said he would ring the bell for some sherry in which to drink to Brooks.
Quinion, with his hands in his pockets, stood looking out of window; and I stood looking at them all. 'David, said Mr. Murdstone, 'to the young this is a world for action; not for moping and droning in. 'As you do, added his sister. 'Jane Murdstone, leave it to me, if you please. I say, David, to the young this is a world for action, and not for moping and droning in.
That old, double look was on me for a moment; and then his eyes darkened with a frown, as it turned, in its aversion, elsewhere. 'Humph! said Mr. Quinion, looking at us both, I thought. 'Fine weather! Silence ensued, and I was considering how I could best disengage my shoulder from his hand, and go away, when he said: 'I suppose you are a pretty sharp fellow still? Eh, Brooks? 'Aye!
'You are Brooks of Sheffield. That's your name. At these words, I observed the gentleman more attentively. His laugh coming to my remembrance too, I knew him to be Mr. Quinion, whom I had gone over to Lowestoft with Mr. Murdstone to see, before it is no matter I need not recall when. 'And how do you get on, and where are you being educated, Brooks? said Mr. Quinion.
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