David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 52 Page 48

‘Why, there’s Copperfield, mother,’ he angrily retorted, pointing his lean finger at me, against whom all his animosity was levelled, as the prime mover in the discovery; and I did not undeceive him; ‘there’s Copperfield, would have given you a hundred pound to say less than you’ve blurted out!’

‘I can’t help it, Ury,’ cried his mother.

‘I can’t see you running into danger, through carrying your head so high. Better be umble, as you always was.’

He remained for a little, biting the handkerchief, and then said to me with a scowl:

‘What more have you got to bring forward? If anything, go on with it. What do you look at me for?’