“Oh, if that’s all, Master Copperfield,” said Uriah, “and it really isn’t our ’umbleness that prevents you, will you come this evening? But if it is our ’umbleness, I hope you won’t mind owning to it, Master Copperfield; for we are well aware of our condition.”
I said I would mention it to Mr. Wickfield, and if he approved, as I had no doubt he would, I would come with pleasure. So, at six o’clock that evening, which was one of the early office evenings, I announced myself as ready, to Uriah.
“Mother will be proud, indeed,” he said, as we walked away together. “Or she would be proud, if it wasn’t sinful, Master Copperfield.”
“Yet you didn’t mind supposing I was proud this morning,” I returned.
“Oh dear, no, Master Copperfield!” returned Uriah. “Oh, believe me, no! Such a thought never came