“What are you waiting for?” said Uriah. “Micawber! did you hear me tell you not to wait?”

“Yes!” replied the immovable Mr. Micawber.

“Then why do you wait?” said Uriah.

“Because I⁠—in short, choose,” replied Mr. Micawber, with a burst.

Uriah’s cheeks lost colour, and an unwholesome paleness, still faintly tinged by his pervading red, overspread them. He looked at Mr. Micawber attentively, with his whole face breathing short and quick in every feature.