0 David Copperfieldand was often backwards and forwards at our house. There
was a curious constraint between her and Mr. Wickfield, I
thought (of whom she seemed to be afraid), that never wore
off. When she came there of an evening, she always shrunk
from accepting his escort home, and ran away with me in-
stead. And sometimes, as we were running gaily across the
Cathedral yard together, expecting to meet nobody, we
would meet Mr. Jack Maldon, who was always surprised to
see us.
Mrs. Strong’s mama was a lady I took great delight in.
Her name was Mrs. Markleham; but our boys used to call
her the Old Soldier, on account of her generalship, and the
skill with which she marshalled great forces of relations
against the Doctor. She was a little, sharp-eyed woman,
who used to wear, when she was dressed, one unchangeable
cap, ornamented with some artificial flowers, and two arti-
ficial butterflies supposed to be hovering above the flowers.
There was a superstition among us that this cap had come
from France, and could only originate in the workmanship
of that ingenious nation: but all I certainly know about it,
is, that it always made its appearance of an evening, where-
soever Mrs. Markleham made HER appearance; that it was
carried about to friendly meetings in a Hindoo basket; that
the butterflies had the gift of trembling constantly; and that
they improved the shining hours at Doctor Strong’s ex-
pense, like busy bees.
I observed the Old Soldier - not to adopt the name dis-
respectfully - to pretty good advantage, on a night which
is made memorable to me by something else I shall relate.