I felt embarrassed by these compliments; but I was sensible, too, of being entertained as an honoured guest, and I thought Mrs. Heep an agreeable woman.
‘My Uriah,’ said Mrs. Heep, ‘has looked forward to this, sir, a long while. He had his fears that our umbleness stood in the way, and I joined in them myself.
Umble we are, umble we have been, umble we shall ever be,’ said Mrs. Heep.
‘I am sure you have no occasion to be so, ma’am,’ I said, ‘unless you like.’
‘Thank you, sir,’ retorted Mrs. Heep. ‘We know our station and are thankful in it.’
I found that Mrs. Heep gradually got nearer to me, and that Uriah