‘You had better stop him, Copperfield, if you can,’ cried Uriah, with his long forefinger pointing towards me.

‘He’ll say something presently — mind you! — he’ll be sorry to have said afterwards, and you’ll be sorry to have heard!’

‘I’ll say anything!’ cried Mr. Wickfield, with a desperate air. ‘Why should I not be in all the world’s power if I am in yours?’

‘Mind! I tell you!’ said Uriah, continuing to warn me. ‘If you don’t stop his mouth, you’re not his friend!

Why shouldn’t you be in all the world’s power, Mr. Wickfield? Because you have got a daughter. You and me know what we know, don’t