‘Come then!’ said I. ‘For the sake of Miss Wickfield — ’

‘My Agnes!’ he exclaimed, with a sickly, angular contortion of himself. ‘Would you be so good as call her Agnes, Master Copperfield!’

‘For the sake of Agnes Wickfield — Heaven bless her!’

‘Thank you for that blessing, Master Copperfield!’ he interposed.

‘I will tell you what I should, under any other circumstances, as soon have thought of telling to — Jack Ketch.’

‘To who, sir?’ said Uriah, stretching out his neck, and shading his ear with his hand.

‘To the hangman,’ I returned.