“And therefore it is,” said Mrs. Micawber, “that I the more wish, that, at a future period, we may live again on the parent soil. Mr. Micawber may be⁠—I cannot disguise from myself that the probability is, Mr. Micawber will be⁠—a page of History; and he ought then to be represented in the country which gave him birth, and did not give him employment!”

“My love,” observed Mr. Micawber, “it is impossible for me not to be touched by your affection. I am always willing to defer to your good sense. What will be⁠—will be. Heaven forbid that I should grudge my native country any portion of the wealth that may be accumulated by our descendants!”