“Mother will be expecting me,” he said, referring to a pale, inexpressive-faced watch in his pocket, “and getting uneasy; for though we are very ’umble, Master Copperfield, we are much attached to one another. If you would come and see us, any afternoon, and take a cup of tea at our lowly dwelling, mother would be as proud of your company as I should be.”

I said I should be glad to come.

“Thank you, Master Copperfield,” returned Uriah, putting his book away upon the shelf⁠—“I suppose you stop here, some time, Master Copperfield?”

I said I was going to be brought up there, I believed, as long as I remained at school.

“Oh, indeed!” exclaimed Uriah. “I should think you would come into the business at last, Master Copperfield!”