Mr. Micawber, glancing at us all, seemed to think there was a good deal in this idea.

“I wish Mr. Micawber, if I make myself understood,” said Mrs. Micawber, in her argumentative tone, “to be the Caesar of his own fortunes. That, my dear Mr. Copperfield, appears to me to be his true position. From the first moment of this voyage, I wish Mr. Micawber to stand upon that vessel’s prow and say, ‘Enough of delay: enough of disappointment: enough of limited means. That was in the old country. This is the new. Produce your reparation. Bring it forward!’ ”

Mr. Micawber folded his arms in a resolute manner, as if he were then stationed on the figurehead.