Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 11 I never attested any such document. And I have the doc-
ument itself, in my possession.‘‘ Uriah Heep, with a start,
took out of his pocket a bunch of keys, and opened a certain
drawer; then, suddenly bethought himself of what he was
about, and turned again towards us, without looking in it.
‘’And I have the document,‘‘ Mr. Micawber read again,
looking about as if it were the text of a sermon, ‘“in my
possession, - that is to say, I had, early this morning, when
this was written, but have since relinquished it to Mr. Trad-
dles.‘‘
‘It is quite true,’ assented Traddles.
‘Ury, Ury!’ cried the mother, ‘be umble and make terms.
I know my son will be umble, gentlemen, if you’ll give him
time to think. Mr. Copperfield, I’m sure you know that he
was always very umble, sir!’
It was singular to see how the mother still held to the old
trick, when the son had abandoned it as useless.
‘Mother,’ he said, with an impatient bite at the handker-
chief in which his hand was wrapped, ‘you had better take
and fire a loaded gun at me.’
‘But I love you, Ury,’ cried Mrs. Heep. And I have no
doubt she did; or that he loved her, however strange it may
appear; though, to be sure, they were a congenial couple.
‘And I can’t bear to hear you provoking the gentlemen, and
endangering of yourself more. I told the gentleman at first,
when he told me upstairs it was come to light, that I would
answer for your being umble, and making amends. Oh, see
how umble I am, gentlemen, and don’t mind him!’
‘Why, there’s Copperfield, mother,’ he angrily retorted,