and the like, blushed deeply, and inclined my head.

‘No, thank you!’ said Mr. Spenlow, coldly, as I mechanically offered them back to him. ‘I will not deprive you of them. Miss Murdstone, be so good as to proceed!’

That gentle creature, after a moment’s thoughtful survey of the carpet, delivered herself with much dry unction as follows.

‘I must confess to having entertained my suspicions of Miss Spenlow, in reference to David Copperfield, for some time. I observed Miss Spenlow and David Copperfield, when they first met; and the impression made upon me then was not agreeable.

The depravity of the human heart is such — ’

‘You will oblige me, ma’am,’