David Copperfield

Chapter 110 I experienced a volcanic eruption (1)
Chapter 52 I experienced a volcanic eruption (1)
When it was less than twenty-four hours before Mr. Micawber's appointed time, my aunt and I discussed how to go.Because my aunt didn't want to leave Dora very much.Oh! I can easily carry Dora up and down stairs now.

We felt she should stay at home and be represented by Dick and myself.At any rate, when we settled down, Dora declared that if my aunt had an excuse to stay she would never forgive herself, and we began to waver again.

"I won't talk to you," said Dora to my aunt, "and I'll be disobedient! Let Kip bark at you all day. If you don't go, I'll judge you a rotten old thing!"

"Well, Flower," said my aunt, "you know you can't leave me!"

"I can!" said Dora, "you're no use to me, you never run up and down all day for me, you don't tell me about David, you don't do anything to make me happy." My aunt asked: "Really, dear?" Dora hurriedly kissed my aunt: "You did, you did! I was only telling a joke!"—she thought she really thought so .

"But, Auntie," said Dora, "then, you understand, you must go, or I'll piss you off until you do what I say. I'll make myself naughty and disobedient--and Kip Well! If you don't go, you'll always regret that you didn't. And besides, why don't you two go together? My illness isn't really that bad. Is it?"

"What kind of talk is that!" cried my aunt.

"Stop thinking about it!" I said.

"Yes! I'm a silly little thing!" said Dora. "Come, you must go together, or I won't trust you, and I'll cry!"

My aunt began to back down.Dora was happy again.

"Then you will come back with a lot of information, and it will take at least a week for me to understand!" said Dora, "because I know that if there is any problem in it, I will not understand it for a long time. You are going now You're only going for one night. I'll be served by Kip when you leave. Before you leave, let David carry me upstairs. I won't go downstairs until you come back. You'll take me A letter to scold Agnes, she never comes to see us!"

We no longer hesitated to go together, and said that Dora was a little liar, because she liked to be waited on, and Dora was glad to hear that.So the four of us, my aunt, Mr. Dick, Traddles and myself, went to Canterbury that night.

At the hotel Micawber left us a letter saying he would come to see us on time at 09:30 in the morning.Then we went into our respective rooms.

When we had breakfast, everyone became very distraught.Because it's almost 09:30, our expectation of Mr. Micawber is getting closer and closer.My aunt walked up and down the room, Traddles pretended to be reading a paper, and kept his eyes on the ceiling, and I looked out of the window to announce Mr. Micawber's arrival. At 09:30, he showed up.

"Here he comes," said I, "without his lawyer's attire!"

"Good morning, gentlemen and ladies!" said Mr. Micawber. "My dear sir," he said, holding Mr. Dick, "you are very kind!"

"Have you had your breakfast?" asked Mr. Dick. "Have a chop!"

"Never mind," said Mr. Micawber, stopping him, "appetite and I are strangers!"

"Well, sir," said my aunt to Mr. Micawber, "we're all ready to go to Vesuvius, or whatever, if you like!"

"Miss," replied Mr. Micawber, "I am sure you will soon witness the eruption. I am sure, Mr. Traddles, that you may perhaps allow me to mention here that we have had an opinion?"

"It is true, Copperfield," said Traddles, seeing me looking at him in surprise.

"I cannot deceive myself, Mr. Traddles," said Mr. Micawber, "that I am thinking of a disclosure of an important nature."

"Indeed it is," said Traddles.

"Perhaps, under such circumstances, ladies and gentlemen, would you accept my command for a short while?"

"We all have great confidence in you, Mr. Micawber," said I, "and will do as you order."

"Mr. Copperfield," said Mr. Micawber, "you cannot fail in your confidence. Please allow me to walk five minutes, and then receive and call on Will at the offices of my employers, Wickfield and Heap. Everyone of Miss Kefir."

My aunt and I looked at Traddles, and he agreed.

"Now," said Mr. Micawber, "I have nothing else to say."

When he said this, I was very surprised. He bowed to us and disappeared.His attitude was very distant, and his face was so bloodless.

When I asked Traddles for an explanation, he merely shook his head, and five minutes later the four of us walked up to the old house without a word.

We see Mr. Micawber writing, or posing, at his desk in the office below.

"How are you lately, Mr. Micawber?"

"Mr Copperfield," said Mr Micawber, "I hope you are well."

"Miss Wakefield isn't out?" I asked.

"Mr Wickfield is ill, sir," he answered, "but I'm sure Miss Wickfield will be delighted to see her old friend, sir, come in!"

he cried:

"Miss Trowood, Mr. David Copperfield, Mr. Thomas Traddles, and Mr. Dick!"

We hadn't seen each other since I scolded Julia Heep, and he was surprised by our visit.I think it is also due to our own astonishment.He furrowed his brow in a sort of bewilderment or nervousness, and after a while he returned to flattery and humility.

He said: "What a stroke of luck! I may say that it is an unexpected joy to see all my friends around St. Paul's at the same time! I hope you and your wife are all right, Mr. Copperfield." , frankly, we heard that your wife is not in good health, we are very worried!

"A lot has changed in this office, hasn't it, since I was a lowly little clerk leading your horses, Miss Trowwood? But I haven't, Miss Trowwood."

"Sir," said my aunt, "to tell you the truth, I think you can be true to your youthful ideals, if you think you are proud of it now."

"You are honored, Miss Trowood! Micawber, let them tell Miss Agnes and my mother. My mother will be honored to see these guests!" Julia said, arranging the chairs.

"Are you busy, Mr. Heep?" asked Traddles.

"Easily, Mr Traddles," replied Julia, "not as busy as you think, but lawyers are insatiable like blood-suckers, you know! If it hadn't been for Mr. Can't do it, and Micawber and I won't be so busy. I feel, however, that it is a duty and a pleasure to serve him. Mr. Traddles, you have no connection with Mr. Wickfield? Has anyone met you once?"

"I have no access to Mr. Wickfield," replied Traddles, "or I might have been at your service long ago, Mr. Heep."

Julia said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Traddles, otherwise you would have complimented him as we all did, and his little infirmities would only make you love him the more. But if you like to hear my companion praised, please ask Mr Copperfield, the family is his very proud subject."

At this moment Agnes entered with Mr. Dick.I feel that she is not as calm as before, but her sincere attitude and her quiet smile still emit a kind of gentle luster.

As she greeted us, I found Yulia watching her.At this moment Mr. Micawber exchanged a slight signal with Traddles, whereupon Traddles (no one but I noticed) went out.

"You don't need to wait here, Micawber." Yulia said.

But Micawber did not move.

"What are you doing?" said Julia. "Micawber, did you hear what I said?"

"Yes!" replied Mr. Micawber, standing still.

"Then why are you still here?" Yulia asked.

"I like it," said Mr. Micawber.

Yulia's cheeks suddenly lost their color, and an unnatural gray color covered his cheeks.

"You're a bad fellow," he said. "I'm afraid you'll make me fire you. Get out of here!"

Mr. Micawber said suddenly again with passion, "You rascal—Heep!"

Yulia staggered back, he glanced at all of us, and said:

"It's a trap! You gather here! You've bought my clerk, have you, Copperfield? Be careful, then, you're getting no advantage here. We know each other well, you and I , we hate each other, you've been a bitch since you came here from the beginning, you're jealous of my promotion, aren't you? Give up your opposition to me! I'm going to sabotage your plans with plans! Micawber , get out!"

"Mr. Micawber," said I, "this fellow has told the truth, and has convinced me that he is in a desperate situation. Give him his due!"

"You're messing around," said Julia, "you're bribing my clerk, a scum of society. Trying to slander me with his lies? Miss Trowood, you'd better stop this, or I'll let the Your husband is against you. I know your past from a professional point of view, and it is not useless to me, old lady! Miss Wakefield, if you still love your father in some way, you'd better Don't side with them, I'll ruin him if you join. Come on, Micawber, think again if you don't want to be ruined! Go away before you can change your mind, you fool. Where is my mother?" said he, as if suddenly surprised by Traddles' absence.

"Here comes Mrs. Heep, sir." Traddles came with his mother.Said: "I have introduced myself to her."

"How did you introduce it?" Yulia asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I am Mr. Wickfield's agent and friend, sir," said Traddles, "and I have a mandate to represent him in all matters."

"The old man is drunk," Yulia said, "Your power of attorney was tricked!"

"He has been conned out of one thing, I know," said Traddles, "and you know, Mr. Heep, that we can consult Mr. Micawber on the subject, if you like."

"Ully—" said Mrs. Heep.

"Don't talk, mother," he went on, "you will lose your words."

"But, my Yuli—"

"Please don't talk, mother, and leave this to me, will you?"

He suddenly stripped off his mask, and now he revealed the wickedness, the pride, the hatred, and the pride with which he had committed the crime he had committed.

"You, Copperfield, are very proud of your reputation and such things. You think it would be honorable to use my clerk to do such a dishonorable thing on my turf, don't you? If I do, Not surprising, as I never considered myself a gentleman, but it is you! Do you do such a thing? What do you wish to know from Micawber, and here he is."

At this moment Micawber produced some papers and read:

"Miss Trowood and gentlemen—"

"My God!" my aunt exclaimed in a low voice, "if the revelation is about the death penalty, he actually wrote it on the paper that made the paper!"

"I do not expect to be cared for when I expose in your presence this utter villain, never before seen or ever seen. I have been the wretched wretch of unpayable debts since childhood. I have always suffered from this evil Atmospheres of teasing, humiliation, poverty, despair, madness, have all or individually been accompanies of my life."

Mr. Micawber described himself as a victim of these disasters.He showed a sense of humor rivaled only by the stress and head-shaking of his letters as he read them.

"Humiliation, poverty, desperation, and madness all rolled into one, I entered the firm ostensibly co-operated by Wakefield and Heep, but actually run by Heep alone, or as our amusing neighbor the Gower only Heap, the cog in the machine, and only Heep, the forger and liar."

Julia, turning blue at these words, rushed to the letter as if to tear it to pieces, and Mr. Micawber struck him in the right hand with the ruler.

"Damn it!" Yulia said, "I must take revenge!"

"Come again, you—you damned Heep," said Mr. Micawber, "if your head were a human head, I'd smash it, come, come!"

"I was employed by Heep, and my wages were not regulated, except a meager sum of twenty-two shillings and sixpence a week, which depended on my diligence in my work. What needs to be explained is that it must be determined by the degree of my character, by the degree of dissatisfaction of my motives, by the degree of poverty of my family, and by the shameless proximity between me and Heep. Definitely. It wasn't long before I had an advance payment from Heep to support my family. This must have been expected by Heep, obviously, so I fell into the trap he set for me. Among them, this is obvious."

Satisfied with his ability to write, Mr. Micawber, in describing this tragic situation, reads:

"Since Heep began to give me some of the secrets necessary to carry out his diabolical business, and since then, to use Shakespeare's words, I have been feeble, emaciated, and hopeless [note: see Macbeth.] I feel that I His work was often confined to professional lying, and to deceive a man whom I shall call Mr. Way, who was contrived to deceive, deceive, and deceive; but the villain—Heap—declared Infinite gratitude, infinite friendship. This is bad enough. Worse is yet to come!

"In this letter, I do not want to list in detail (although these lists have been placed elsewhere) the various villainies of a minor nature which have harmed the man whom I call Mr. Way. When my mind stops After struggles of life and death with starvation, life and death over wages and lack of time, it was my desire to use every opportunity I had to expose Heep's grave misdeeds to that gentleman. One of the silent inspirations in my heart Under the circumstances, and inspired by the charming beggar from outside—I mean Miss Wei—I have begun a kind of painstaking undercover investigation. Judgment, it's been over a year.

"I exposed Shipp's evil deeds based on the following facts:

(End of this chapter)