David Copperfield

Chapter 115 Mr. Micawber's Affairs (2)
Chapter 54 Mr. Micawber's Affairs (2)
"I've thought, Trowood," said Agnes, "that it should be given up."

"I'm just making a suggestion," said Traddles.

"I'm glad to hear that," Agnes replied. "We see the same thing. Once my father's honor is restored, what can I expect?

"Have you considered what to do, Agnes?"

"I'm not afraid, my dear Trowood, I'm sure of winning. If I let that dear old house and go on to start a school, I'll be a useful and happy man!"

There was a quiet enthusiasm in her cheerful voice.

"Secondly, Miss Trowood," said Traddles, "your property."

"Come, sir," said my aunt, "what I mean to say is, I can afford to lose that fortune. I'm happy too, if it's not lost."

"Are you sure that the sum turned out to be eight thousand pounds, a Consolidate?" asked Traddles.

"Yes." My aunt replied.

"I can't find more than five—" said Traddles.

"You mean thousands?" asked my aunt, "or pounds?"

"Five thousand pounds," said Traddles.

"That's all," answered my aunt, "I have sold three thousand myself. One thousand I used for Trot's apprenticeship, and the other two I kept with me. When I lost other sums, I'm putting away this sum in secret, best not to mention it, for emergencies. I want to see how you got through these troubles, Trol, you've done a great job - stoicism, independence, self-denial ! Dick too."

"It's a delight," exclaimed Traddles, "we've got all our money back!"

"Don't congratulate me, everybody," said my aunt. "How was it taken back, sir?"

"Do you think the money has been misused by Mr. Wakefield?" said Traddles.

"Yes," said my aunt, "that's why I keep quiet. Agnes, don't mention it!"

"Actually," said Traddles, "the bond was sold, by virtue of the disposition he got from you, but I need not say who did it, or who actually signed it. The later The devil reasoned to Mr. Wakefield—also confirmed by the figures—to make up for other shortfalls and difficulties. Wakefield later paid you several times interest. He knew the original Kim didn't. That would make him part of the fraud."

"Finally, he took the blame," said my aunt, "and wrote a letter accusing himself of robbery and unprecedented crimes. When I got the letter, I burned it. And I said to him, if He can avenge me and himself, so do it. If he can't, keep it a secret for his daughter's sake."

My aunt said, "You really got the money back from him?"

"In fact," said Traddles, "Mr. Micawber has surrounded him so closely that if one old reason fails, there are always so many new ones ready there that he cannot take it from us." escaped."

"He left here with his mother," Traddles said.

"Do you think he's rich, Traddles?" I asked.

"Yes, I think he has," he answered. "He must have scammed a lot of money. Money can never stop a man like him from doing bad things."

"He's a wretch!" said my aunt.

"What about Mr. Micawber, then?" asked my aunt.

Traddles said: "Mr. Micawber should be greatly commended. We should never have accomplished anything worthwhile if he had not been so long, patient, and persistent. When we consider that Mr. Micawber could use When his silence yields to Julia Heep, we should assume that Mr. Micawber did what is right."

"I thought so too," I said.

"How will you pay him?" asked my aunt.

"The IOUs that Mr. Micawber wrote to that scoundrel for his advances—" said Traddles, with some unease.

"These must be returned," my aunt said.

"Yes, but I don't know when he sued on these promissories, nor where they are," said Traddles. be punished."

"To get him out of this situation," said my aunt, "what is the sum?"

"Mr. Micawber keeps them in one ledger," said Traddles, "to the sum of £[-]s."

"Well, how much shall we give him including that sum?" said my aunt. "Will five hundred pounds be all right?"

At this Traddles and I broke in at once.We propose to give him a small amount in cash, and besides paying off his debts to Yulia without payment.We proposed that Mr. Micawber's family should be given a hundred pounds, in addition to the traveling and dressing expenses of his family.In order to satisfy his sense of duty, it would be to his advantage that Mr. Micawber should be carefully laid down for the return of these advances.

"I hope you and your aunt will not blame me, Copperfield, if I touch upon a sad subject," said Traddles hesitantly, "but I feel obliged to remind you that after Mr. Julia's day, Julia Heep mentioned to threaten your aunt's husband.

"Perhaps," said Traddles, "is it no more than a senseless offense?"

"No." My aunt replied.

"Is it true at all—is there a man, and is he under his control?" asked Traddles hesitantly.

"Yes," said my aunt.

Traddles visibly scowled, and explained that he had not been able to consider the question before, and that it was not within his terms.This is closely connected with Mr. Micawber's debts.We can't control Julia Heep anymore, but we can't control him if he hurts or distresses one or all of us.And there is no doubt that he will do so.

Tears rolled down my aunt's face.

"You're right," she said, "You're indeed farsighted when you mention this."

"Use me—or Copperfield—for some help?" asked Traddles.

"No," replied my aunt, "I thank you very much, my dear, Trol, that is a useless threat! Let Mr. and Mrs. Micawber come back."

When they came in, my aunt said, "We've talked about your immigration plans, and I'm going to let you know what we're proposing."

She explained these methods to the whole family, and everyone was indescribably satisfied.This also awakened Mr. Micawber's habit of being punctual in all his promissory note business, and he immediately ran out cheerfully to buy the stamps to be used in the promissory notes.But his joy was suddenly hit by a blow. When he returned five minutes later, he was under the watchful eye of a bailiff.It was all over, he told us tearfully.This must be Yulia Heep's tricks, and we've had a good plan.The money was paid immediately.After another 5 minutes, Mr. Micawber, with a very cheerful expression, filled out the loan, and solemnly wrote down the date and amount in the notebook in his pocket.

That's how the night ended.We cannot bear that sorrow and toil.My aunt and I went back to London the next day.Come with us after Mr. Micawber has sold his estate.Wakefield's business would be over with Traddles' help.Agnes also went to London.We spent the night in the old house, which seemed to have been rid of a kind of plague without the presence of the Heeps.

The next day we went back to my aunt's house—not to mine.She said:

"Trow, do you really want to know what's been on my mind lately?"

"Indeed, Auntie."

"You have suffered enough without my little distress, child," said my aunt, "I have something to hide from you, Trol."

"I can see that very well," I said, "but tell me now."

"At nine o'clock tomorrow morning," she said, "I will tell you again, my dear."

We set off by car at nine o'clock, and headed for London.We went through some streets, and finally came to a large hospital, beside which stood a modest hearse, whose driver, knowing my aunt, drove it away.We follow.

"You know, Trol," said my aunt, "he's gone."

"Did he die in that hospital?"

I saw tears running down her face.

"He's been in the hospital once before," my aunt went on. "He's been sick for a long time—he's been sick and broken for years. When he finally got sick this time, he was dead. Knowing he didn't have much time to live, he begged them to tell me that he was starting to regret it, very much."

"I understand. You are gone, Auntie."

"I went. I spent a lot of time with him afterward."

"Did he die the night before we went to Canterbury?" I asked.

My aunt nodded. "Nobody can hurt him now," she said. "It's a useless threat."

Our car came to He Enxi's cemetery. "It's better for him to be here than to be wandering about," said my aunt, "he was born here."

With that plain coffin.The burial ceremony was held there.

"36 years ago today," said my great-aunt, "I got married, God forgive us all!"

We sat down in silence.She sat beside me for a long time, holding my hand, then burst into tears, and said:

"He was a handsome man when I married him, Trol, but he has been sadly changed!"

After crying for a while, she calmed down and even cheered up.

We hastened back to her cottage at Hygate, where we found the following note from Mr. Micawber: Dear Miss and Copperfield:

The vision of hope that had recently appeared on the horizon was shrouded in a thick fog, forever beyond the vision of a doomed wanderer!

Another subpoena has been issued for Hipp's other whistleblower case against Cooper, and he's already been targeted by marshals.

The day is this day and this time,

When the battle line collapses, the enemy king arrives,

The king is proud of Edward,

Shackles slavery to rule!

I'm about to commit myself to that bailiff, to a quick end.Bless you! The future traveler, who visits debtors' detention from a motive of curiosity, may, when he looks at the walls there, miss the vague initials carved with rusty nails.

Wei Mi

Friday, at Canterbury: Mr. Thomas Traddles, in the name of Miss Trowood, has paid his debts and court costs, and our family is again at the pinnacle of earthly happiness.

(End of this chapter)