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‘Oh! Personally!’ repeated Mr. Jorkins, in an impatient
manner. ‘I assure you there’s an objection, Mr. Copperfield.
Hopeless! What you wish to be done, can’t be done. I - I real-
ly have got an appointment at the Bank.’ With that he fairly
ran away; and to the best of my knowledge, it was three days
before he showed himself in the Commons again.
Being very anxious to leave no stone unturned, I waited
until Mr. Spenlow came in, and then described what had
passed; giving him to understand that I was not hopeless of
his being able to soften the adamantine jorkins, if he would
undertake the task.
‘Copperfield,’ returned Mr. Spenlow, with a gracious
smile, ‘you have not known my partner, Mr. jorkins, as long
as I have. Nothing is farther from my thoughts than to at-
tribute any degree of artifice to Mr. jorkins. But Mr. jorkins
has a way of stating his objections which often deceives peo-
ple. No, Copperfield!’ shaking his head. ‘Mr. jorkins is not
to be moved, believe me!’
I was completely bewildered between Mr. Spenlow and
Mr. jorkins, as to which of them really was the objecting
partner; but I saw with sufficient clearness that there was
obduracy somewhere in the firm, and that the recovery of
my aunt’s thousand pounds was out of the question. In a
state of despondency, which I remember with anything but
satisfaction, for I know it still had too much reference to
myself (though always in connexion with Dora), I left the
office, and went homeward.
I was trying to familiarize my mind with the worst, and
to present to myself the arrangements we should have to