upon the ground close to him, his spoon going softly round and round, his shadowless red eyes, which looked as if they had scorched their lashes off, turned towards me without looking at me, the disagreeable dints I have formerly described in his nostrils coming and going with his breath, and a snaky undulation pervading his frame from his chin to his boots, I decided in my own mind that I disliked him intensely.

It made me very uncomfortable to have him for a guest, for I was young then, and unused to disguise what I so strongly felt.

‘You have heard something, I des-say, of a change in my expectations, Master Copperfield, — I should say, Mister Copperfield?’ observed Uriah.

‘Yes,’ said I, ‘something.’