talk to you presently.’

‘Mr. Micawber,’ said I, ‘there is a sudden change in this fellow, in more respects than the extraordinary one of his speaking the truth in one particular, which assures me that he is brought to bay. Deal with him as he deserves!’

‘You are a precious set of people, ain’t you?’ said Uriah, in the same low voice, and breaking out into a clammy heat, which he wiped from his forehead, with his long lean hand, ‘to buy over my clerk, who is the very scum of society, — as you yourself were, Copperfield, you know it, before anyone had charity on you, — to defame me with his lies?

Miss Trotwood, you had better stop this; or I’ll stop your husband shorter than will be pleasant to you. I won’t