“Traddles,” said I, “ Mr. Micawber don’t mean any harm, poor fellow: but, if I were you, I wouldn’t lend him anything.”

“My dear Copperfield,” returned Traddles, smiling, “I haven’t got anything to lend.”

“You have got a name, you know,” said I.

“Oh! You call that something to lend?” returned Traddles, with a thoughtful look.

“Certainly.”

“Oh!” said Traddles. “Yes, to be sure! I am very much obliged to you, Copperfield; but⁠—I am afraid I have lent him that already.”

“For the bill that is to be a certain investment?” I inquired.