uncomfortable way of expanding and contracting themselves—that they seemed to twinkle instead of his eyes, which hardly ever twinkled at all.
“I suppose you are quite a great lawyer?” I said, after looking at him for some time.
“Me, Master Copperfield?” said Uriah. “Oh, no! I’m a very ’umble person.”
It was no fancy of mine about his hands, I observed; for he frequently ground the palms against each other as if to squeeze them dry and warm, besides often wiping them, in a stealthy way, on his pocket-handkerchief.
“I am well aware that I am the ’umblest person going,” said Uriah Heep, modestly; “let the other be where he may. My mother is likewise a very ’umble person. We live in an ’umble abode, Master Copperfield, but have much to be thankful for. My father’s former calling was ’umble. He was a sexton.”