David Copperfield

Chapter 96
Chapter 42 Telling the truth (3)
"I felt that I myself was her refuge from the dangers and changes in life. I was convinced that, despite the great difference in age, she could live with me in peace and contentment. When I died, she would Free, when she was still young and pretty, but with more mature opinions—a time I didn't think about. I did, gentlemen, and it's all true!"

"Every day of my life with this lady has been a joy. Until this evening, I kept feeling that I had wronged her so much."

"Once I awoke from the dream—I've been, for some reason, a bad dreamer all my life—I could see that she would have some kind of affection for the man who had been her equal since childhood. A feeling of remorse, which is very natural. For that person, if she has regrets, and a justifiable thought of what would happen without me, I think it is very real. Many I have seen before What I hadn't noticed came back to me with a new meaning during the sad hour just past. But, gentlemen, never let a word of suspicion, the slightest suspicion, Mrs.'s name is linked together."

"The unpleasant things caused by me should be endured obediently and obediently by me. It is she who should blame, not me. My duty is to break the misunderstanding for her, Break the stigma of cruelty. The more we live in seclusion, the more I can fulfill my duty. When the day comes - when my death frees her from restraint, I can be boundless in faith and love With her eyes closed, she can live a happier and brighter life. At that time, there will be no more troubles."

"Gentlemen, I have spoken my mind. You will respect it. What we have said tonight will not be mentioned again. Wakefield, help me upstairs!"

Mr. Wakefield hurried to him and went out.Julia looked at them.

"Oh, Master Copperfield!" Julia said to me, "the matter is not going the way I thought it would be, for the Doctor—has no eyes like a brick. But, I think, this Family has no place!"

"You bastard," I said, "why do you drag me into your schemes, as if I were consulting with you?"

We just stood there, you glared at me, I glared at you.

"Copperfield," he began, "have you lost your mind?"

"I've lost you," I said, "you bastard, and I've never known you since."

"Really?" he said, "perhaps it can't be done. Don't you know what to do?"

"I told you already," I said, "that I hate you, and I tell you now more clearly that I do. What else do you do but do evil?"

When I was in a relationship with him before, I always endured and endured, because I had some scruples.When I say I am not afraid of him doing bad things, I mean that kind of scruples, which he fully understands.I don't think I would have scolded him or said such things if I hadn't gotten assurances from Agnes that night.Now, none of that matters.

We were silent for a while longer.

"Copperfields," said he, "you'll never get along with me. At the Wakefields, you were."

"Think what you will," I said, still furious. "If you didn't, you'd be much more worthy of being respected."

"But I always liked you, Copperfield," he went on.

I don't want to talk to him anymore.

"Copperfield," he said, "can't be slapped. I don't want to be one of them."

"Go away!" I said.

"Don't!" he replied, "you will regret it. How can you show such a bad temper in front of me, it makes you look far inferior to me. But I don't care about you."

"You don't care about me!" I repeated contemptuously.

"That's right, it's not up to you." Yulia replied, "I can't imagine that you scold me when I treat you so well! But I don't want to be one of them. Well, I'm still going to be your friend anyway. So, now you can predict what will happen in the future."

In order not to disturb the whole family in the middle of the night, we both lowered our voices when we spoke.

"You know, Copperfield," said he, "that you are involuntarily making a great mistake." I felt the truth of his statement, and was the angrier the more. "Can you see such an act as an act of bravery? Can you not let me get out of your way? I don't want my mother to know about this, and I decided not to get out of your way. But it's strange to me that you How dare you scold me?"

When I went out the next morning, he was walking with his mother.He greeted me nonchalantly, and I was compelled to greet him as well.

Word came from the doctor that he was not in good health.During the visit of the Wakefields, he was alone most of the day.Agnes and her father were gone for a week before we resumed our normal jobs.The doctor handed me a short message, folded it, but did not seal it.The letter was addressed to me, and although it was short, it was very thoughtful and told me not to mention what happened that night again.I only told my aunt about it, and never told anyone else.Of course, I can't talk about such things with Agnes, and Agnes certainly doesn't think about what has happened.

I am also convinced that Mrs. Strong did not contemplate such a thing at the time.Several weeks passed before I could see small changes in her.This change comes slowly, like a cloud when there is no wind.At first she just wondered why the Doctor was so kind and gentle when he spoke to her, why the Doctor wanted her to be with her mother to reduce the dullness of her life.She used to sit by while we were working, and I always saw her look at the Doctor with that unforgettable look.I sometimes see her stand up and walk out of the room with tears in her eyes.Gradually, a shadow of displeasure shrouded her beautiful face, and it deepened day by day.At that time, Mrs. Ma Kan was a frequent visitor to the house, but she only had a mouth, and she would talk and talk non-stop, but she had no eyes, and could see nothing.

Ever since this change had crept into Anne's heart, the doctor looked older and acted more slowly.But his temper was softer than before, his manner more kindly, his concern for Anne more kindly than before.On the morning of her birthday, while we were at work, she came in and sat by the window, and I saw him kiss her forehead, and then hurried away, as if too excited to stay any longer.I saw her standing where he had left her, crying, very sad.

After that, it sometimes felt like she even wanted to talk to me when we were alone in the room.The doctor was always trying to get her to go out with her mother to places of entertainment.Mrs. Ma Kan likes entertainment very much, and she is very easy to get bored with other things besides entertainment. Therefore, she participates with great interest every time, and then praises it vigorously.But Anne was always listless, and she went wherever she led her, as if she didn't care about anything.

For this matter, I have no way.My aunt is the same as me.In a mood of uncertainty, she often paced up and down the room.The strangest thing is that in such a discordant family, it is very difficult for outsiders to intervene, but the only real rescuer is Mr. Dick.

I can't tell what he thinks about this issue, but his respect and love for the doctor is endless.It was in this respect and love that Mr. Dick became aware that the truth of the matter was revealed to him.

But as soon as the situation reached this point, he spent all his free time walking with the doctor.It had become his custom now, while the Doctor and I were at work, to walk with Mrs Strong, and trim and weed her flowers.I daresay he can't say ten words in an hour.But he was so calm and attentive to everything, so that the two of them immediately understood.The couple knew that each of them liked him and that he adored them both.In this way, he has acquired a position that no one can replace between them - he has become the link between the two of them.

"I, Tro, know him best!" said my aunt when we talked about it. "There's always going to be a day for Dick!"

Before finishing this chapter, I would like to mention one other thing.During Mr. Wakefield's stay at the Doctor's I noticed that the postman brought two or three letters to Julia Heep every morning.Yulia stayed in Hygate until everyone else had gone, because things were not busy then.I also found that the covers of these letters were in the neat hand of Mr. Micawber, but I was surprised by a letter from his docile wife.The letter said:

"Mr. Copperfield, you must be surprised to receive this letter. The contents of the letter will make you even more surprised, and you will be even more surprised to hear that I ask you to keep this letter absolutely secret. But My depression needs someone to solve it. And I am unwilling to discuss it with my natal family. Therefore, I have no choice but to ask you for advice.

You may know, Mr. Copperfield, that between Mr. Micawber and myself, nothing was ever discussed and nothing was kept secret.

How I am sorry that Mr. Micawber has changed, that he has become silent.He has become furtive.His life, to me—became mysterious.

But that's not all.Mr. Micawber's temper grew worse and worse.He was separated from our older son and daughter, he was no longer proud of his twin sons, and he even snubbed the harmless little newcomer to our family.Our daily expenses have already been saved and saved, and it is difficult to ask him for this kind of expenses. He even threatened us that he would settle it himself.And he resolutely refused to give any explanation for his puzzling behavior.

It was unbearable.This is heartbreaking.You know how weak I am.In such a very difficult situation, if you are willing to give me an idea and tell me how to do my best, then you will add another kind to the many friendly help you have given me.All the children greet you.The little guest who is not yet sensible also smiles at you.

Your suffering Emma Micawber at Canterbury Monday night

For a lady of Mrs. Micawber's birth, I found it inappropriate to advise her to persuade Mr. Micawber to change his mind by patience and love.But this letter reminds me of Mr. Micawber.

(End of this chapter)