David Copperfield

Chapter 89 Wakefield and Shipp (1)
Chapter 39 Wakefield and Heep (1)
I felt that my aunt was restless because of my depression, so she made excuses and wanted me to fight Buddha.

I went to my aunt's so that I could spend some quiet time with Agnes.I asked the doctor for three days off.

Before Mr. Spenlow joined the firm, its business was mediocre in the hands of Mr. Joggins. Although Mr. Spenlow's efforts revitalized the business, due to poor foundation, after losing such an active manager Then the business faltered again, and declined considerably.Mr. Jokins is actually a philistine.

What's more, there are some parasites and helpers around the doctoral college. They solicit business and hand it over to the real attorney.There are also some real attorneys who lend their names to them for the sake of dividing up the spoils.We lure the parasites and helpers to do the business they entrust to us.Marriage licenses are the most lucrative and highly competitive, and are often the prize of the strongest.

I put aside these things and went to fight Buddha.

That cottage satisfied my aunt.After spending the night with my aunt, I went to Canterbury.The cold wind gave me hope.

Old Canterbury hasn't changed much.

At Mr. Wickfield's house I found Mr. Micawber absorbed in writing.

Mr Micawber was glad to see me.

"I know the old house well," said I. "What do you think of the law, Mr. Micawber?"

"Copperfield," he answered, "jurisprudence is a trifle to an imaginative man. Thoughts are no more than forms, but it is a great enterprise nonetheless!"

He then said he became a tenant at Julia Heep's old house.

I asked him if he was satisfied with how his friend Heep was treating him, and he closed the door and said:

"Copperfield, a man who labors out of economic distress is at a disadvantage."

"Maybe he's not very generous with money," I said.

Mr. Micawber said: "I can only speak of Heep in my own opinion."

"Do you see Mr. Wakefield often?" I asked.

"No," said Mr. Micawber, "Mr. Wakefield is an old-fashioned good-natured man."

"His buddies made him do that on purpose," I said.

"Copperfield," said Mr. Micawber, "I declare the nature of my position to be confidential. So, I suggest, draw a line in our conversation. You are not offended?"

Although I saw Mr. Micawber's uneasiness, I said it was very well done.

"Copperfield," said Mr. Micawber, "I am frankly fond of Miss Wickfield. She is charming, beautiful, noble, to tell the truth."

"Before I knew it was Dora, Copperfield," said Mr. Micawber, "I thought it was Agnes that you loved."

I said good-bye to Mr. Micawber, and conveyed my regards to his whole family, feeling that there was a distance between us and that we could not understand.

Agnes was delighted to see me.

I said, "I miss you very much these days."

"Really?" she said, "so fast?"

I shook my head.

"I don't know why, Agnes. I don't have the energy to look for your support."

"Why is that?" Agnes asked.

I replied: "Perhaps it is sincerity and perseverance?"

"Yes." Agnes said.

"However, I am very sad and sad, lacking firm self-confidence, not decisive. Is this called trust?" I said.

"Call it that if you want," Agnes said.

"When I saw you, I immediately had a power over me. What is your secret, Agnes?"

She bowed her head.

I said, "Don't be ridiculous. But I will never leave my sister with a different surname—"

"Agnes, without your guidance and correction, I am in trouble. When I am with you, I feel a sense of happiness and peace!"

I moved myself and cried.

Agnes looked at me calmly, and under her guidance I told her everything that had happened since our parting.

After I finished my confidant, I said: "I trust you very much."

"But you shouldn't trust me, Trowood," said Agnes.

"Trust Dora?" I asked.

"of course."

"You don't know, Agnes," I said, "that Dora is a very timid little creature, easily frightened."

So I told Agnes all about me and Dora.

"Trouwood," she advised, "you are a little rash! You needn't startle an inexperienced girl by what you do for a living."

I thought I saw Dora leaning against Agnes, thanking her, accusing me.

I admire and appreciate Agnes, I think they are good friends who complement each other!

"Then what shall I do, Agnes?"

"I think," said Agnes, "that I should write to the ladies."

"say to me.

Annie said: "However, it is not your usual practice for you to hide like this."

"You think too highly of me, Agnes," I said.

She said: "I will write to the two ladies. Tell them all as frankly as possible, and ask them to allow me to visit. Young and your efforts to find a way out, you should be willing to accept any conditions they impose on you. Ask them to discuss this with her when appropriate." Agnes said, "I trust my loyalty and perseverance—and Dora."

"But what if you frighten Dora again, Agnes?" I asked. "What if Dora won't talk about me and keep crying?"

"Is that so?" Agnes asked.

I said, "Very likely! Are those two Miss Spenlow talking about that?"

"Don't think about that just yet. Think about whether it's the right thing to do."

I have no doubts about this, and have spent the afternoon writing this letter, as I am going downstairs to see Mr Wakefield and Julia Heep.

After meeting Julia, he accompanied me to Mr. Wakefield's.

"You are staying with us, Trowood?" said Mr. Wickfield.

"Is there a room for me?" I asked.

"Of course," Yulia said, "if you wish, I will give you my old room."

"No," said Mr. Wakefield, "don't trouble you. There's another room."

"But," Yulia said, "I'm really glad to do it!"

I insisted on the other room, so after dinner I went back upstairs.

I hope there is no one else but Agnes, but Mrs. Heep finds an excuse to sit by the fire in that room.

"I appreciate you, sir," said Mrs. Heep, "does my Julia look all right, sir?"

I said politely, I couldn't see any change in him.

"He's changed," said Mrs. Heep. "I disagree with you on that. Has he lost any weight?"

"No." I replied.

"You can't see!" said Mrs. Heep, "because you don't see him like a mother!"

"Do you think he's thinner, Miss Wakefield?" asked Mrs. Heep.

"No," Agnes said, "he's fine."

Mrs. Heep sighed.

She did not leave for a moment while I considered my letter.Whenever I looked up, I saw Agnes' silent encouraging expression, and Mrs. Heep's menacing gaze on us.

She and her son alternated watching us.

This went on until it was time to go to bed.Weaving and monitoring continued all day the next day.

I didn't have a chance to talk to Agnes for even a few minutes.I had to give her my letter.Towards evening I went out alone, wondering what the hell I was going to do, whether I should keep from Agnes what Julia Heep had told me in London, and it disturbed me.

At this time, I heard Yulia calling me from behind.

"Hello?" I said.

"You're going so fast!" he said, "I had a hard time catching up with you."

"Where are you going?" I said.

"Following you, Master Copperfield, I hope you will allow me to walk with you."

"Eulia!"

"Master Copperfield!"

"Frankly, when I go out for a walk, I already have too much company."

"You mean my mother."

"Not bad." I said.

"But we are very low," said he, "and we do fear being pushed against the wall by those who are noble. In love, all means are justified, sir."

He still said: "You have always been a very dangerous opponent, Master Copperfield."

"Are you afraid of me, so you sent someone to monitor me?" I asked.

"Master Copperfield! You are too harsh," he answered.

I said, "You know exactly what I mean, Yulia."

(End of this chapter)