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Chapter 12
Charles Dickens
 
 
1       In due time, Mr. Micawber's petition was ripe for hearing; and that
2  gentleman was ordered to be discharged under the Act, to my great
3  joy. His creditors were not implacable; and Mrs. Micawber informed
4  me that even the revengeful boot-maker had declared in open court
5  that he bore him no malice, but that when money was owing to him he
6  liked to be paid. He said he thought it was human nature.

7       M r Micawber returned to the King's Bench when his case was over,
8  as some fees were to be settled, and some formalities observed,
9  before he could be actually released. The club received him with
10  transport, and held an harmonic meeting that evening in his honour;
11  while Mrs. Micawber and I had a lamb's fry in private, surrounded
12  by the sleeping family.

13       'On such an occasion I will give you, Master Copperfield,' said
14  Mrs. Micawber, 'in a little more flip,' for we had been having some
15  already, 'the memory of my papa and mama.'

16       'Are they dead, ma'am?' I inquired, after drinking the toast in a
17  wine-glass.

18       'My mama departed this life,' said Mrs. Micawber, 'before Mr.
19  Micawber's difficulties commenced, or at least before they became
20  pressing. My papa lived to bail Mr. Micawber several times, and
21  then expired, regretted by a numerous circle.'

22       Mrs. Micawber shook her head, and dropped a pious tear upon the
23  twin who happened to be in hand.

24       As I could hardly hope for a more favourable opportunity of putting
25  a question in which I had a near interest, I said to Mrs. Micawber:

26       'May I ask, ma'am, what you and Mr. Micawber intend to do, now that
27  Mr. Micawber is out of his difficulties, and at liberty? Have you
28  settled yet?'

29       'My family,' said Mrs. Micawber, who always said those two words
30  with an air, though I never could discover who came under the
31  denomination, 'my family are of opinion that Mr. Micawber should
32  quit London, and exert his talents in the country. Mr. Micawber is
33  a man of great talent, Master Copperfield.'

34       I said I was sure of that.

35       'Of great talent,' repeated Mrs. Micawber. 'My family are of
36  opinion, that, with a little interest, something might be done for
37  a man of his ability in the Custom House. The influence of my
38  family being local, it is their wish that Mr. Micawber should go
39  down to Plymouth. They think it indispensable that he should be
40  upon the spot.'

41       'That he may be ready?' I suggested.

42       'Exactly,' returned Mrs. Micawber. 'That he may be ready - in case
43  of anything turning up.'

44       'And do you go too, ma'am?'

45       The events of the day, in combination with the twins, if not with
46  the flip, had made Mrs. Micawber hysterical, and she shed tears as
47  she replied:

48       'I never will desert Mr. Micawber. Mr. Micawber may have concealed
49  his difficulties from me in the first instance, but his sanguine
50  temper may have led him to expect that he would overcome them. The
51  pearl necklace and bracelets which I inherited from mama, have been
52  disposed of for less than half their value; and the set of coral,
53  which was the wedding gift of my papa, has been actually thrown
54  away for nothing. But I never will desert Mr. Micawber. No!'
55  cried Mrs. Micawber, more affected than before, 'I never will do
56  it! It's of no use asking me!'

57       I felt quite uncomfortable - as if Mrs. Micawber supposed I had
58  asked her to do anything of the sort! - and sat looking at her in
59  alarm.

60       'Mr. Micawber has his faults. I do not deny that he is
61  improvident. I do not deny that he has kept me in the dark as to
62  his resources and his liabilities both,' she went on, looking at
63  the wall; 'but I never will desert Mr. Micawber!'

64       Mrs. Micawber having now raised her voice into a perfect scream, I
65  was so frightened that I ran off to the club-room, and disturbed
66  Mr. Micawber in the act of presiding at a long table, and leading
67  the chorus of

68       

Gee up, Dobbin,

69       

Gee ho, Dobbin,

70       

Gee up, Dobbin,

71       

Gee up, and gee ho - o - o!

72       with the tidings that Mrs. Micawber was in an alarming state, upon
73  which he immediately burst into tears, and came away with me with
74  his waistcoat full of the heads and tails of shrimps, of which he
75  had been partaking.

76       'Emma, my angel!' cried Mr. Micawber, running into the room; 'what
77  is the matter?'

78       'I never will desert you, Micawber!' she exclaimed.

79       'My life!' said Mr. Micawber, taking her in his arms. 'I am
80  perfectly aware of it.'

81       'He is the parent of my children! He is the father of my twins!
82  He is the husband of my affections,' cried Mrs. Micawber,
83  struggling; 'and I ne - ver - will - desert Mr. Micawber!'

84       Mr. Micawber was so deeply affected by this proof of her devotion
85  (as to me, I was dissolved in tears), that he hung over her in a
86  passionate manner, imploring her to look up, and to be calm. But
87  the more he asked Mrs. Micawber to look up, the more she fixed her
88  eyes on nothing; and the more he asked her to compose herself, the
89  more she wouldn't. Consequently Mr. Micawber was soon so overcome,
90  that he mingled his tears with hers and mine; until he begged me to
91  do him the favour of taking a chair on the staircase, while he got
92  her into bed. I would have taken my leave for the night, but he
93  would not hear of my doing that until the strangers' bell should
94  ring. So I sat at the staircase window, until he came out with
95  another chair and joined me.

96       'How is Mrs. Micawber now, sir?' I said.

97       'Very low,' said Mr. Micawber, shaking his head; 'reaction. Ah,
98  this has been a dreadful day! We stand alone now - everything is
99  gone from us!'

100       Mr. Micawber pressed my hand, and groaned, and afterwards shed
101  tears. I was greatly touched, and disappointed too, for I had
102  expected that we should be quite gay on this happy and
103  long-looked-for occasion. But Mr. and Mrs. Micawber were so used
104  to their old difficulties, I think, that they felt quite
105  shipwrecked when they came to consider that they were released from
106  them. All their elasticity was departed, and I never saw them half
107  so wretched as on this night; insomuch that when the bell rang, and
108  Mr. Micawber walked with me to the lodge, and parted from me there
109  with a blessing, I felt quite afraid to leave him by himself, he
110  was so profoundly miserable.

111       But through all the confusion and lowness of spirits in which we
112  had been, so unexpectedly to me, involved, I plainly discerned that
113  Mr. and Mrs. Micawber and their family were going away from London,
114  and that a parting between us was near at hand. It was in my walk
115  home that night, and in the sleepless hours which followed when I
116  lay in bed, that the thought first occurred to me - though I don't
117  know how it came into my head - which afterwards shaped itself into
118  a settled resolution.

119       I had grown to be so accustomed to the Micawbers, and had been so
120  intimate with them in their distresses, and was so utterly
121  friendless without them, that the prospect of being thrown upon
122  some new shift for a lodging, and going once more among unknown
123  people, was like being that moment turned adrift into my present
124  life, with such a knowledge of it ready made as experience had
125  given me. All the sensitive feelings it wounded so cruelly, all
126  the shame and misery it kept alive within my breast, became more
127  poignant as I thought of this; and I determined that the life was
128  unendurable.

129       That there was no hope of escape from it, unless the escape was my
130  own act, I knew quite well. I rarely heard from Miss Murdstone,
131  and never from Mr. Murdstone: but two or three parcels of made or
132  mended clothes had come up for me, consigned to Mr. Quinion, and in
133  each there was a scrap of paper to the effect that J. M. trusted D.
134  C. was applying himself to business, and devoting himself wholly to
135  his duties - not the least hint of my ever being anything else than
136  the common drudge into which I was fast settling down.

137       The very next day showed me, while my mind was in the first
138  agitation of what it had conceived, that Mrs. Micawber had not
139  spoken of their going away without warrant. They took a lodging in
140  the house where I lived, for a week; at the expiration of which
141  time they were to start for Plymouth. Mr. Micawber himself came
142  down to the counting-house, in the afternoon, to tell Mr. Quinion
143  that he must relinquish me on the day of his departure, and to give
144  me a high character, which I am sure I deserved. And Mr. Quinion,
145  calling in Tipp the carman, who was a married man, and had a room
146  to let, quartered me prospectively on him - by our mutual consent,
147  as he had every reason to think; for I said nothing, though my
148  resolution was now taken.

149       I passed my evenings with Mr. and Mrs. Micawber, during the
150  remaining term of our residence under the same roof; and I think we
151  became fonder of one another as the time went on. On the last
152  Sunday, they invited me to dinner; and we had a loin of pork and
153  apple sauce, and a pudding. I had bought a spotted wooden horse
154  over-night as a parting gift to little Wilkins Micawber - that was
155  the boy - and a doll for little Emma. I had also bestowed a
156  shilling on the Orfling, who was about to be disbanded.

157       We had a very pleasant day, though we were all in a tender state
158  about our approaching separation.

159       'I shall never, Master Copperfield,' said Mrs. Micawber, 'revert to
160  the period when Mr. Micawber was in difficulties, without thinking
161  of you. Your conduct has always been of the most delicate and
162  obliging description. You have never been a lodger. You have been
163  a friend.'

164       'My dear,' said Mr. Micawber; 'Copperfield,' for so he had been
165  accustomed to call me, of late, 'has a heart to feel for the
166  distresses of his fellow-creatures when they are behind a cloud,
167  and a head to plan, and a hand to - in short, a general ability to
168  dispose of such available property as could be made away with.'

169       I expressed my sense of this commendation, and said I was very
170  sorry we were going to lose one another.

171       'My dear young friend,' said Mr. Micawber, 'I am older than you; a
172  man of some experience in life, and - and of some experience, in
173  short, in difficulties, generally speaking. At present, and until
174  something turns up (which I am, I may say, hourly expecting), I
175  have nothing to bestow but advice. Still my advice is so far worth
176  taking, that - in short, that I have never taken it myself, and am
177  the' - here Mr. Micawber, who had been beaming and smiling, all
178  over his head and face, up to the present moment, checked himself
179  and frowned - 'the miserable wretch you behold.'

180       'My dear Micawber!' urged his wife.

181       'I say,' returned Mr. Micawber, quite forgetting himself, and
182  smiling again, 'the miserable wretch you behold. My advice is,
183  never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the
184  thief of time. Collar him!'

185       'My poor papa's maxim,' Mrs. Micawber observed.

186       'My dear,' said Mr. Micawber, 'your papa was very well in his way,
187  and Heaven forbid that I should disparage him. Take him for all in
188  all, we ne'er shall - in short, make the acquaintance, probably, of
189  anybody else possessing, at his time of life, the same legs for
190  gaiters, and able to read the same description of print, without
191  spectacles. But he applied that maxim to our marriage, my dear;
192  and that was so far prematurely entered into, in consequence, that
193  I never recovered the expense.' Mr. Micawber looked aside at Mrs.
194  Micawber, and added: 'Not that I am sorry for it. Quite the
195  contrary, my love.' After which, he was grave for a minute or so.

196       'My other piece of advice, Copperfield,' said Mr. Micawber, 'you
197  know. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen
198  nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds,
199  annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery. The
200  blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the god of day goes down
201  upon the dreary scene, and - and in short you are for ever floored.
202  As I am!'

203       To make his example the more impressive, Mr. Micawber drank a glass
204  of punch with an air of great enjoyment and satisfaction, and
205  whistled the College Hornpipe.

206       I did not fail to assure him that I would store these precepts in
207  my mind, though indeed I had no need to do so, for, at the time,
208  they affected me visibly. Next morning I met the whole family at
209  the coach office, and saw them, with a desolate heart, take their
210  places outside, at the back.

211       'Master Copperfield,' said Mrs. Micawber, 'God bless you! I never
212  can forget all that, you know, and I never would if I could.'

213       'Copperfield,' said Mr. Micawber, 'farewell! Every happiness and
214  prosperity! If, in the progress of revolving years, I could
215  persuade myself that my blighted destiny had been a warning to you,
216  I should feel that I had not occupied another man's place in
217  existence altogether in vain. In case of anything turning up (of
218  which I am rather confident), I shall be extremely happy if it
219  should be in my power to improve your prospects.'

220       I think, as Mrs. Micawber sat at the back of the coach, with the
221  children, and I stood in the road looking wistfully at them, a mist
222  cleared from her eyes, and she saw what a little creature I really
223  was. I think so, because she beckoned to me to climb up, with
224  quite a new and motherly expression in her face, and put her arm
225  round my neck, and gave me just such a kiss as she might have given
226  to her own boy. I had barely time to get down again before the
227  coach started, and I could hardly see the family for the
228  handkerchiefs they waved. It was gone in a minute. The Orfling
229  and I stood looking vacantly at each other in the middle of the
230  road, and then shook hands and said good-bye; she going back, I
231  suppose, to St. Luke's workhouse, as I went to begin my weary day
232  at Murdstone and Grinby's.

233       But with no intention of passing many more weary days there. No.
234  I had resolved to run away. - To go, by some means or other, down
235  into the country, to the only relation I had in the world, and tell
236  my story to my aunt, Miss Betsey.
237  I have already observed that I don't know how this desperate idea
238  came into my brain. But, once there, it remained there; and
239  hardened into a purpose than which I have never entertained a more
240  determined purpose in my life. I am far from sure that I believed
241  there was anything hopeful in it, but my mind was thoroughly made
242  up that it must be carried into execution.

243       Again, and again, and a hundred times again, since the night when
244  the thought had first occurred to me and banished sleep, I had gone
245  over that old story of my poor mother's about my birth, which it
246  had been one of my great delights in the old time to hear her tell,
247  and which I knew by heart. My aunt walked into that story, and
248  walked out of it, a dread and awful personage; but there was one
249  little trait in her behaviour which I liked to dwell on, and which
250  gave me some faint shadow of encouragement. I could not forget how
251  my mother had thought that she felt her touch her pretty hair with
252  no ungentle hand; and though it might have been altogether my
253  mother's fancy, and might have had no foundation whatever in fact,
254  I made a little picture, out of it, of my terrible aunt relenting
255  towards the girlish beauty that I recollected so well and loved so
256  much, which softened the whole narrative. It is very possible that
257  it had been in my mind a long time, and had gradually engendered my
258  determination.

259       As I did not even know where Miss Betsey lived, I wrote a long
260  letter to Peggotty, and asked her, incidentally, if she remembered;
261  pretending that I had heard of such a lady living at a certain
262  place I named at random, and had a curiosity to know if it were the
263  same. In the course of that letter, I told Peggotty that I had a
264  particular occasion for half a guinea; and that if she could lend
265  me that sum until I could repay it, I should be very much obliged
266  to her, and would tell her afterwards what I had wanted it for.

267       Peggotty's answer soon arrived, and was, as usual, full of
268  affectionate devotion. She enclosed the half guinea (I was afraid
269  she must have had a world of trouble to get it out of Mr. Barkis's
270  box), and told me that Miss Betsey lived near Dover, but whether at
271  Dover itself, at Hythe, Sandgate, or Folkestone, she could not say.
272  One of our men, however, informing me on my asking him about these
273  places, that they were all close together, I deemed this enough for
274  my object, and resolved to set out at the end of that week.

275       Being a very honest little creature, and unwilling to disgrace the
276  memory I was going to leave behind me at Murdstone and Grinby's, I
277  considered myself bound to remain until Saturday night; and, as I
278  had been paid a week's wages in advance when I first came there,
279  not to present myself in the counting-house at the usual hour, to
280  receive my stipend. For this express reason, I had borrowed the
281  half-guinea, that I might not be without a fund for my
282  travelling-expenses. Accordingly, when the Saturday night came,
283  and we were all waiting in the warehouse to be paid, and Tipp the
284  carman, who always took precedence, went in first to draw his
285  money, I shook Mick Walker by the hand; asked him, when it came to
286  his turn to be paid, to say to Mr. Quinion that I had gone to move
287  my box to Tipp's; and, bidding a last good night to Mealy Potatoes,
288  ran away.

289       My box was at my old lodging, over the water, and I had written a
290  direction for it on the back of one of our address cards that we
291  nailed on the casks: 'Master David, to be left till called for, at
292  the Coach Office, Dover.' This I had in my pocket ready to put on
293  the box, after I should have got it out of the house; and as I went
294  towards my lodging, I looked about me for someone who would help me
295  to carry it to the booking-office.

296       There was a long-legged young man with a very little empty
297  donkey-cart, standing near the Obelisk, in the Blackfriars Road,
298  whose eye I caught as I was going by, and who, addressing me as
299  'Sixpenn'orth of bad ha'pence,' hoped 'I should know him agin to
300  swear to' - in allusion, I have no doubt, to my staring at him. I
301  stopped to assure him that I had not done so in bad manners, but
302  uncertain whether he might or might not like a job.

303       'Wot job?' said the long-legged young man.

304       'To move a box,' I answered.

305       'Wot box?' said the long-legged young man.

306       I told him mine, which was down that street there, and which I
307  wanted him to take to the Dover coach office for sixpence.

308       'Done with you for a tanner!' said the long-legged young man, and
309  directly got upon his cart, which was nothing but a large wooden
310  tray on wheels, and rattled away at such a rate, that it was as
311  much as I could do to keep pace with the donkey.

312       There was a defiant manner about this young man, and particularly
313  about the way in which he chewed straw as he spoke to me, that I
314  did not much like; as the bargain was made, however, I took him
315  upstairs to the room I was leaving, and we brought the box down,
316  and put it on his cart. Now, I was unwilling to put the
317  direction-card on there, lest any of my landlord's family should
318  fathom what I was doing, and detain me; so I said to the young man
319  that I would be glad if he would stop for a minute, when he came to
320  the dead-wall of the King's Bench prison. The words were no sooner
321  out of my mouth, than he rattled away as if he, my box, the cart,
322  and the donkey, were all equally mad; and I was quite out of breath
323  with running and calling after him, when I caught him at the place
324  appointed.

325       Being much flushed and excited, I tumbled my half-guinea out of my
326  pocket in pulling the card out. I put it in my mouth for safety,
327  and though my hands trembled a good deal, had just tied the card on
328  very much to my satisfaction, when I felt myself violently chucked
329  under the chin by the long-legged young man, and saw my half-guinea
330  fly out of my mouth into his hand.

331       'Wot!' said the young man, seizing me by my jacket collar, with a
332  frightful grin. 'This is a pollis case, is it? You're a-going to
333  bolt, are you? Come to the pollis, you young warmin, come to the
334  pollis!'

335       'You give me my money back, if you please,' said I, very much
336  frightened; 'and leave me alone.'

337       'Come to the pollis!' said the young man. 'You shall prove it
338  yourn to the pollis.'

339       'Give me my box and money, will you,' I cried, bursting into tears.

340       The young man still replied: 'Come to the pollis!' and was dragging
341  me against the donkey in a violent manner, as if there were any
342  affinity between that animal and a magistrate, when he changed his
343  mind, jumped into the cart, sat upon my box, and, exclaiming that
344  he would drive to the pollis straight, rattled away harder than
345  ever.

346       I ran after him as fast as I could, but I had no breath to call out
347  with, and should not have dared to call out, now, if I had. I
348  narrowly escaped being run over, twenty times at least, in half a
349  mile. Now I lost him, now I saw him, now I lost him, now I was cut
350  at with a whip, now shouted at, now down in the mud, now up again,
351  now running into somebody's arms, now running headlong at a post.
352  At length, confused by fright and heat, and doubting whether half
353  London might not by this time be turning out for my apprehension,
354  I left the young man to go where he would with my box and money;
355  and, panting and crying, but never stopping, faced about for
356  Greenwich, which I had understood was on the Dover Road: taking
357  very little more out of the world, towards the retreat of my aunt,
358  Miss Betsey, than I had brought into it, on the night when my
359  arrival gave her so much umbrage.

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