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considering cap on。 His papers were in a little confusion； in
consequence of Mr。 Jack Maldon having lately proffered his
occasional services as an amanuensis； and not being accustomed
to that occupation； but we should soon put right what was amiss；
and go on swimmingly。 Afterwards； when we were fairly at our
work； I found Mr。 Jack Maldon’s efforts more troublesome to me
than I had expected； as he had not confined himself to making
numerous mistakes； but had sketched so many soldiers； and
ladies’ heads； over the Doctor’s manuscript； that I often became
involved in labyrinths of obscurity。
The Doctor was quite happy in the prospect of our going to
work together on that wonderful performance； and we settled to
begin next morning at seven o’clock。 We were to work two hours
every morning； and two or three hours every night； except on
Saturdays； when I was to rest。 On Sundays； of course； I was to rest
also； and I considered these very easy terms。
Our plans being thus arranged to our mutual satisfaction； the
Doctor took me into the house to present me to Mrs。 Strong； whom
we found in the Doctor’s new study； dusting his books；—a freedom
which he never permitted anybody else to take with those sacred
favourites。
They had postponed their breakfast on my account； and we sat
down to table together。 We had not been seated long； when I saw
an approaching arrival in Mrs。 Strong’s face； before I heard any
sound of it。 A gentleman on horseback came to the gate； and
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leading his horse into the little court； with the bridle over his arm；
as if he were quite at home； tied him to a ring in the empty coach…
house wall； and came into the breakfast parlour； whip in hand。 It
was Mr。 Jack Maldon； and Mr。 Jack Maldon was not at all
improved by India； I thought。 I was in a state of ferocious virtue；
however； as to young men who were not cutting down trees in the
forest of difficulty； and my impression must be received with due
allowance。
‘Mr。 Jack！’ said the Doctor。 ‘Copperfield！’
Mr。 Jack Maldon shook hands with me； but not very warmly； I
believed； and with an air of languid patronage； at which I secretly
took great umbrage。 But his languor altogether was quite a
wonderful sight； except when he addressed himself to his cousin
Annie。 ‘Have you breakfasted this morning； Mr。 Jack？’ said the
Doctor。
‘I hardly ever take breakfast； sir；’ he replied； with his head
thrown back in an easy…chair。 ‘I find it bores me。’
‘Is there any news today？’ inquired the Doctor。
‘Nothing at all； sir；’ replied Mr。 Maldon。 ‘There’s an account
about the people being hungry and discontented down in the
North； but they are always being hungry and discontented
somewhere。’
The Doctor looked grave； and said； as though he wished to
change the subject； ‘Then there’s no news at all； and no news； they
say； is good news。’
‘There’s a long statement in the papers； sir； about a murder；’
observed Mr。 Maldon。 ‘But somebody is always being murdered；
and I didn’t read it。’
A display of indifference to all the actions and passions of
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mankind was not supposed to be such a distinguished quality at
that time； I think； as I have observed it to be considered since。 I
have known it very fashionable indeed。 I have seen it displayed
with such success； that I have encountered some fine ladies and
gentlemen who might as well have been born caterpillars。 Perhaps
it impressed me the more then； because it was new to me； but it
certainly did not tend to exalt my opinion of； or to strengthen my
confidence in； Mr。 Jack Maldon。
‘I came out to inquire whether Annie would like to go to the
opera tonight；’ said Mr。 Maldon； turning to her。 ‘It’s the last good
night there will be； this season； and there’s a singer there； whom
she really ought to hear。 She is perfectly exquisite。 Besides which；
she is so charmingly ugly；’ relapsing into languor。
The Doctor； ever pleased with what was likely to please his
young wife； turned to her and said：
‘You must go； Annie。 You must go。’
‘I would rather not；’ she said to the Doctor。 ‘I prefer to remain
at home。 I would much rather remain at home。’
Without looking at her cousin； she then addressed me； and
asked me about Agnes； and whether she should see her； and
whether she was not likely to come that day； and was so much
disturbed； that I wondered how even the Doctor； buttering his
toast； could be blind to what was so obvious。
But he saw nothing。 He told her； good…naturedly； that she was
young and ought to be amused and entertained； and must not
allow herself to be made dull by a dull old fellow。 Moreover； he
said； he wanted to hear her sing all the new singer’s songs to him；
and how could she do that well； unless she went？ So the Doctor
persisted in making the engagement for her； and Mr。 Jack Maldon
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was to come back to dinner。 This concluded； he went to his Patent
place； I suppose； but at all events went away on his horse； looking
very idle。
I was curious to find out next morning； whether she had been。
She had not； but had sent into London to put her cousin off； and
had gone out in the afternoon to see Agnes； and had prevailed
upon the Doctor to go with her； and they had walked home by the
fields； the Doctor told me； the evening being delightful。 I
wondered then； whether she would have gone if Agnes had not
been in town； and whether Agnes had some good influence over
her too！
She did not look very happy； I thought； but it was a good face；
or a very false one。 I often glanced at it； for she sat in the window
all the time we were at work； and made our breakfast； which we
took by snatches as we were employed。 When I left； at nine
o’clock； she was kneeling on the ground at the Doctor’s feet；
putting on his shoes and gaiters for him。 There was a softened
shade upon her face； thrown from some green leaves overhanging
the open window of the low room； and I thought all the way to
Doctors’ Commons； of the night when I had seen it looking at him
as he read。
I was pretty busy now； up at five in the morning； and home at
nine or ten at night。 But I had infinite satisfaction in being so
closely engaged； and never walked slowly on any account； and felt
enthusiastically that the more I tired myself； the more I was doing
to deserve Dora。 I had not revealed myself in my altered character
to Dora yet； because she was coming to see Miss Mills in a few
days； and I deferred all I had to tell her until then； merely
informing her in my letters （all our communications were secretly
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forwarded through Miss Mills）； that I had much to tell her。 In the
meantime； I put myself on a short allowance of bear’s grease；
wholly abandoned scented soap and lavender water； and sold off
three waistcoats at a prodigious sacrifice； as being too luxurious
for my