“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.”

“What is he now?” I asked.

“He is a partaker of glory at present, Master Copperfield,” said Uriah Heep. “But we have much to be thankful for. How much have I to be thankful for in living with Mr. Wickfield!”

I asked Uriah if he had been with Mr. Wickfield long?