David Copperfieldfor a hundred a-year, but of course that must be expended
on himself. I would sooner send him away, though I know
I am the only person who appreciates him, than have him,
and not spend his money on himself. How can Trot and I do
best, upon our means? What do you say, Agnes?’
‘I say, aunt,’ I interposed, ‘that I must do something!’
‘Go for a soldier, do you mean?’ returned my aunt,
alarmed; ‘or go to sea? I won’t hear of it. You are to be a
proctor. We’re not going to have any knockings on the head
in THIS family, if you please, sir.’
I was about to explain that I was not desirous of intro-
ducing that mode of provision into the family, when Agnes
inquired if my rooms were held for any long term?
‘You come to the point, my dear,’ said my aunt. ‘They are
not to be got rid of, for six months at least, unless they could
be underlet, and that I don’t believe. The last man died here.
Five people out of six would die - of course - of that woman
in nankeen with the flannel petticoat. I have a little ready
money; and I agree with you, the best thing we can do, is, to
live the term out here, and get a bedroom hard by.’
I thought it my duty to hint at the discomfort my aunt
would sustain, from living in a continual state of guerilla
warfare with Mrs. Crupp; but she disposed of that objection
summarily by declaring that, on the first demonstration of
hostilities, she was prepared to astonish Mrs. Crupp for the
whole remainder of her natural life.
‘I have been thinking, Trotwood,’ said Agnes, diffidently,
‘that if you had time -’
‘I have a good deal of time, Agnes. I am always disen-