David Copperfield

Chapter 81
Chapter 33 In the Cloud (1)
During this time, my love for Dora increased.The more I pity myself or others, the more I find comfort in Dora's presence.As for where Dora came from, I have no certain idea.But I am convinced that I must reject with indignation and contempt the idea of ​​her being an ordinary person like other ordinary girls.

It can be said that I was completely immersed in Dora.I was completely soaked and in love with her.

The first thing I did when I came back was to go for a walk, and for more than two hours I, the slave of Dora's eyes, walked round the house and gardens, sometimes looking in The lights blow kisses, and now and then foolishly ask the night to protect my Dora.

Love had taken a strong hold on my mind, and I told Peggotty, who found it interesting.But she objected to my opinion on the matter.She sided with me but didn't understand why I was so worried and listless. "She'll be content to have a handsome lad like you," she said. "As for her father," she said, "what more to expect!"

It seemed to me, however, that Mr. Spenlow's attorney's manner overshadowed Peggotty's.

I'm actually a bit contemptuous of it.I am hostile to all of them.I feel like the Judgment Hall is just a place for mistakes to be made.There is no more warmth and poetry in the courtroom than in the tavern.

I handled Peggotty's affairs myself, certified the will, paid the inheritance tax, took her to the bank, and soon got everything in order.

Now that the business of Peggotty has been settled, I will take her to the office to pay the fee.From old Tiffy, Mr. Spenlow took oaths with a man who asked for a marriage certificate.As we were near the offices of the Bishop's Vicar and the Archbishop's Counselor, we had Peggotty wait there.

In the Doctor's College, we have to look a little mournful when it comes to wills.But it is happy to receive the parties who receive the marriage certificate.

But neither Peggotty nor I cared for him.We now saw Mr. Murdstone, who had come with him.He's still the same, thick hair, and his eyes are just as flickering as ever.

"Copperfield," said Mr. Spenlow, "are you familiar with this gentleman?"

"I hope," he said, "you're doing well, aren't you?"

"You won't be interested," I said. "It's probably fine."

He turned again to Peggotty.

"And you," he said, "your husband has passed away, and I'm sorry."

Peggotty said: "I only hope that no one is blamed for it."

"Pleasant as it may be," said he, "have you done your duty?"

"I have never endangered any man's life," said Peggotty, "that pleases me, Mr. Murdstone."

He then turned to me, looking at my feet instead of my face, and said:

"We probably won't see each other again for a while, and we'll both be happy about it, there's a repulsive quality between us—"

"It's inevitable," I interjected.

He shot me a very nasty look.

"This nature spoils your innocence," said he, "and your poor mother's. Still, I wish you well."

With that, he went into Mr. Spenlow's room, and said:

"The people in Mr. Spenlow's business are really good at dealing with these family conflicts. You must know that these disputes are so troublesome!" After he finished speaking, he paid the money, took the certificate, said some blessings, and left.

After hearing what he had to say, I tried to persuade Peggotty not to argue with him.She was very excited, so I calmed down her anger with an affectionate hug in front of everyone.

Mr. Spenlow was unaware of my relationship with Mr. Murdstone.If Mr. Spenlow had thought about it, he might have also felt that my aunt was the leader of the opposition party in our family, and there was an opposition party—I could take Mr. Tiffy's word for it while we waited for those fees I heard this meaning.

"Miss Trowood," said he, "is very determined, and probably will not yield to the opposition. I admire her very much, and I congratulate you, Copperfield, on the right ground." .”

"Isn't it a good marriage after all?" asked Mr. Spenlow.

I said I knew nothing about it.

"Really?" said he. "From Mr. Murdstone's occasional remarks, and Miss Murdstone's hints, I think it's a good marriage."

"You mean she's rich?" I asked.

"Yes," said Mr. Spenlow, "I'm told she's still pretty."

"God help her!" said Peggotty.Her tone was heavy and unexpected, making all three of us uncomfortable.

Fortunately, old Tiffy was present to show the bill to Mr. Spenlow.Mr. Spenlow double-checked the items with a questioning air before handing the bill to Tiffy.

"Yes," said he, "that's right. I'd be happy if I charged what I spent, Copperfield. But it's a nasty duty."

I thanked him on Peggotty's behalf, and paid Tiffy the note, and Peggotty returned to her lodgings, and Mr. Spenlow accompanied me to court.We tried a divorce case under a small statute.

I doubt the seriousness of this verdict.

Mr. Spenlow argued with me for this.He said, look at the world and the church, there is good and there is bad.You should understand that these are all part of a system.

But I said, I feel like we can improve the doctoral school.Mr. Spenlow replied, let me give up the idea altogether, as it does not suit my position as a gentleman.But he would like to hear what room for improvement the Doctoral College has.

I said that the Probate Bureau is a very peculiar management agency.From what, asked Mr. Spenlow? I replied that the Registry was kept, and that the building was rented by the registrars for their own benefit, and was not even fireproofed.It may seem absurd that these registrars squeeze fees out of the people, but stuff public wills at will.It seems unreasonable that they should refuse to part with a fraction of the eight or nine thousand pounds in profit to find a safe place for the important papers which all classes of people are compelled to hand over to them.Those registrars, who take advantage of their position, get their own salaries—while the people are placed in a position of insignificance.This is probably a little unreasonable.

Mr. Spenlow argued with me on the subject, laughing, when I became aroused by the discussion.He said, what kind of problem is this? A problem of feeling.It's probably not a perfect system, but anything is imperfect.He felt that a gentleman should accept things as they see them.He needn't doubt anything that the Probate Bureau will ride out our time.I followed his advice with doubts.All my censures are listed in the report.According to the report, there are only two and a half years of wills in existence.How did they handle wills in the past? I don't know.I'm glad my will isn't in it, and I hope it won't be.

We continued our conversation, and Mr. Spenlow told me that it would be Dora's birthday next week.I was welcomed to a little picnic that day, and I was a little overwhelmed.The next day I received a little lacy letterhead with the words "Papa Approves, Don't Forget."It makes me a nerd.

I made good preparations for this, and then I ran off to Noud.

Dora wore a white wood hat and a sky blue dress.

There was a young lady sitting with her--older than she was.She was Mills, and Dora called her Julia.She is Dora's confidant.

"Thank you, Mr. Copperfield! These are beautiful flowers!" said Dora.

She was so ecstatic.I didn't say, "Kill me, Miss Mills, if you have any sympathy. Let me die at this happy moment!"

Dora showed the ball to Kip, who growled and refused to smell it.So Dora laughed, and put the flower under Kip's nose, and forced him to smell it.Kip just bit a little geranium between his teeth.Then Dora said, "My pretty sweet flower!" Her words were so full of pity, that for a moment I wished it had been me that had bitten me. "

"Mr. Copperfield," said Dora, "that damned Miss Murdstone isn't here, and her brother is getting married, and she won't be here for three weeks at least. It's a joy!"

I said, I could tell she must be happy, and if she was happy, I was happy, and Miss Mills smiled at us.

(End of this chapter)