“You have heard something, I des-say, of a change in my expectations, Master Copperfield⁠—I should say, Mister Copperfield?” observed Uriah.

“Yes,” said I, “something.”

“Ah! I thought Miss Agnes would know of it!” he quietly returned. “I’m glad to find Miss Agnes knows of it. Oh, thank you, Master⁠—Mister Copperfield!”

I could have thrown my bootjack at him (it lay ready on the rug), for having entrapped me into the disclosure of anything concerning Agnes, however immaterial. But I only drank my coffee.