11 David Copperfield
pointing his lean finger at me, against whom all his animos-
ity was levelled, as the prime mover in the discovery; and
I did not undeceive him; ‘there’s Copperfield, would have
given you a hundred pound to say less than you’ve blurted
out!’
‘I can’t help it, Ury,’ cried his mother. ‘I can’t see you
running into danger, through carrying your head so high.
Better be umble, as you always was.’
He remained for a little, biting the handkerchief, and
then said to me with a scowl:
‘What more have you got to bring forward? If anything,
go on with it. What do you look at me for?’
Mr. Micawber promptly resumed his letter, glad to revert
to a performance with which he was so highly satisfied.
‘’Third. And last. I am now in a condition to show, by
- HEEP’S - false books, and - HEEP’S - real memoranda, be-
ginning with the partially destroyed pocket-book (which
I was unable to comprehend, at the time of its accidental
discovery by Mrs. Micawber, on our taking possession of
our present abode, in the locker or bin devoted to the re-
ception of the ashes calcined on our domestic hearth), that
the weaknesses, the faults, the very virtues, the parental af-
fections, and the sense of honour, of the unhappy Mr. W.
have been for years acted on by, and warped to the base
purposes of - HEEP. That Mr. W. has been for years deluded
and plundered, in every conceivable manner, to the pecuni-
ary aggrandisement of the avaricious, false, and grasping
- HEEP. That the engrossing object of- HEEP - was, next
to gain, to subdue Mr. and Miss W. (of his ulterior views
