David Copperfield

Chapter 85 Frustrated (2)
Chapter 35 Frustrated(2)
"Personally!" repeated Mr. Jokins. "There is, frankly, an obstacle. There is no hope! The thing is impossible! I do have an appointment." Three days in a row he did not appear again at the doctor's college.

I still hope that Mr. Spenlow will soften Mr. Joggins.

"Copperfield," said Mr. Spenlow, "I know Mr. Joggins better than you do. He's not a man of art. But Mr. Joggins's way of objecting is often bewildering, Copperfield," he said. said, "Mr. Jokins does not take persuasion."

I also don't know who Mr. Spenlow and Mr. Joggins are actually hindering me.However, there must be a part of this organization that is not sympathetic.I can't get my aunt's thousand pounds back.Disappointed, I left the office and returned home.

I was expecting the worst, when a cab came up and stopped at my feet, and I saw a hand stick out of the window.That face was smiling at me.

"Agnes!" I cried, "of all people, you make my day!"

"Really?" she asked.

"I want to talk to you!" I said, "I'm so relieved to see you! If it can make me someone else, I just want to be you!"

"What?" Agnes asked.

"And maybe Dora," I admitted.

"Of course, you should ask for Dora first." Agnes said with a smile.

"But then you!" I said, "Where are you going?"

She is going to visit my aunt.We walked together and I felt like she brought hope, and having Agnes by my side made me calmer for a split second!

My aunt once sent her a very brief letter—in which she said that she had suffered misfortune and planned never to return to Doufo, but she was calm and didn't need anyone to feel sorry for her.Agnes is in London to see my aunt, and her father is with her, and Julia Heep.

I said, "Let him go!"

"Yes," Agnes said, "they're here on business; I'm on the plane. I'm afraid to leave Papa alone."

"He can still manipulate Mr. Wakefield, Agnes?"

Agnes shook her head. "The family has changed a lot," she said. "You may not recognize the old family. They live with us now."

"They?" I asked.

"Mr. Shipp and his mother. He lived in your former bedroom," Agnes said.

"I hope I can make him dream," I said, "so he can sleep well."

"I remember the little room where I used to do my lessons," Agnes said. "How time flies! Do you remember? The little room that leads into the lounge?"

"remember."

"There's no change there," Agnes said. "I'm so glad you remember it with pleasure."

"Indeed," went on Agnes, "I have no other excuse against her than I am compelled to be with—Mrs. I was upset, but it's a natural thing for a mother."

"The trouble with them living in my house," Agnes said, "is that I can't get close to Papa any more, because Julia Heep is in our way. But if anyone tries any tricks on him, I hope that the faithfulness of love will can prevail.”

At this moment, her kind smile disappeared suddenly, and when she was about to arrive at my apartment, she asked me if I knew what caused my aunt's misfortune. When I said that she hadn't told me, she seemed to be thinking.

We saw my aunt sitting there alone, and she had an argument with Mrs. Crupp.Mrs. Crupp also expressed her intention to sue the "Nine British Brothers".

My aunt welcomed us happily.My aunt trusted Agnes with all sincerity, and she was a strength of pure love and devotion.

I told them what I did all morning.

My aunt said: "You mean well. You're a good boy--I'm glad you are. So, Tello and Agnes, let's look at Bessie Trowood's The question is, what's going on?"

"Bessie Trowood," said my aunt, "what I'm saying is that I had a fortune of my own. Its amount was not important, it was enough to support me, and Bessie used her The money was used to buy domestic bonds, which were later used to lend money against real estate. The business was very profitable! So, Bessie invested in it! So she invested the money in a foreign market," said my aunt, "and it was later learned that It was a bad market, and a series of losses in several markets, and her bank failures, put her out of the business. Better say less!"

"Miss Trowood, is that what happened?" Agnes asked.

"I hope that's enough," my aunt said.My aunt held her hand and comforted her.

My aunt repeated: "Yes, that's all. I might be able to talk about Bessie's story after that. Agnes is very clever." At this point, my aunt said, "Suppose that little house, Seventy pounds a year's rent, we can list it like that. So that's our income."

"Secondly," continued my aunt, "and Dick, who has a hundred pounds a year, but spends it on himself, of course, Trol and me, what shall we do, Agnes?"

"I say, Auntie," I interposed, "what can I do?"

"You want to be a soldier?" said my aunt, "or a sailor? You're going to be a lawyer, and we don't need any other blows."

That's when Agnes asked if my apartment was on a long lease.

"You've hit the point," said my aunt. "I've got some cash. I agree with you. We'll have to stay here till the end of our stay, and find a bedroom for Dick nearby."

"I thought, Trowood," said Agnes, "that if you had time—"

"I have a lot of time, and I can always figure it out," I said. "I have a lot of time."

"I think you should object," Agnes said to me, "the office of secretary."

"be opposed to?"

"Because," went on Agnes, "Dr. Strong has retired, he's moved to London, and, as far as I know, he's asking Papa to introduce him to a secretary. Would you like to go?"

"Agnes," I said, "you are so kind! You are my luck."

Agnes replied with a smile, (Dora) is enough, and this prospect makes me more happy, so I wrote a letter to the doctor, stating my intention, and made an appointment to see him at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

My aunt admired the view of the Thames, but that didn't offset her abhorrence of the smoke in London, and Agnes had done so much in the apartment at her leisure, when there was a knock at the door.

"I guess," Agnes said, "it must be Daddy. He said he was coming."

I went and opened the door.Not only Mr. Wakefield, but also Yulia Heep. We haven't seen each other for a long time.

Not only did he age a lot, his face showed an unhealthy red color, his bloodshot eyes, and his hands trembled convulsively. What surprised me was not that he lost his civilized demeanor, but that he, who had a natural upper-class quality, unexpectedly Will be at the mercy of that scumbag Yulia Shipp.

He seemed to feel it all too.Agnes said softly to him, "Papa, Miss Trowwood is here--and Trowwood, you haven't seen each other for a long time!" So he went to shake hands with my aunt and me, and I saw Yu Leah's wicked smile.

"Hello, Wakefield!" said my aunt, "I was just talking to your daughter about how I used to manage my money alone. I can't trust you anymore, your business is getting rusty. We've just discussed it together. I think Agnes is worth a firm."

"If I may humblely say," said Julia Heep, "I agree with Miss Bessie Trowood, I'd be delighted if Agnes was a partner!"

"You have a companion already," said my aunt, "and I hope you are satisfied, sir."

"Master Copperfield—I should call him Mr. Copperfield," went on Julia, "and I wish you well! I am glad to see you even under these circumstances, Copperfield." Mr. Er, one’s achievements are not based solely on money, but on something—with my humble talent, I really can’t tell what it is,” Yulia said, “but it’s definitely not on money!”

"What do you think of our manner, Master Copperfield—sir?" Julia went on. "Do you think Mr. Wakefield is in good spirits, sir? The office hasn't changed much over the years, but mother And my lowly status has increased, and Miss Agnes has become more beautiful," he said of Agnes.

My aunt sat there staring at him and finally lost her patience.

"Go to hell!" my aunt yelled, "what are you doing?"

"Excuse me, Miss Trowood," replied Julia, "you must be unhappy."

"Fuck you!" my aunt said unrelentingly. "Don't talk nonsense! I don't want to be driven crazy by this wriggling snake!"

After my aunt had said this, she sat down angrily in her chair, and Mr. Heep, ashamed, turned to me:

"I know, Master Copperfield, that Miss Trowood, though excellent, is short-tempered. I wonder if she hasn't gotten any worse! I'm only here to ask if there's anything we can do for you?" Yuu Leah said.

"Julia Heep, right-hand man in business, Trowood. I agree with what he said."

Yulia said: "This trust is my reward!"

Wakefield said: "Having a fellow like Julia Heep, Trowood, lightens my load."

Agnes asked, "Papa, won't you go back with Trowood and me?"

"I have made an agreement beforehand," said Julia, "or I must be glad to be with you, Miss Agnes. Good-bye! Good-bye, Master Copperfield. I send my greetings to Bessie Trowood Miss, I offer my salute."

After saying these words, he walked out.

We sat and chatted, and Mr. Wakefield was soon restored to his former self.But there was still an inescapable depression in him.

My aunt didn't want to go with us to where they lived, so I went by myself.we have meal together.After dinner, Agnes sat beside him as before, poured wine for him, and waited for him to rest.

Afterwards we sat by the window and talked about Dora.

(End of this chapter)