David Copperfield Page #8

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Mr. Wickfield?

My dear Copperfield, all I can say

about my friend Heep is that

He has responded to

my financial appeals with generosity.

In exchange, of course, for my I.O. U...

(In exchange... I... O... U... )

He has some strange power over

Mr. Wickfield, hasn't he?

I should imagine he's made good use

of his opportunities here.

Isn't that so?

I am here in the capacity of confidence

and trust.

Therefore, allow me to suggest

that we do not discuss the affairs

Of Misters Wickfield and Heep.

I offer no offense, I hope.

As you wish.

Ah, four o'clock.

May I pour you a dish of tea?

Coming, coming Mr. Heep!

Come here, Micawber!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Dear me, what a prophet you turned out

to be Mr. Copperfield, eh?

Remember?

You said I might be a partner

with Mr. Wickfield someday.

Eh?

Mr. Uriah, you've been

a great help to me.

My father always used to say to me,

"Be humble Uriah, and

You'll get on if what goes down bad."

"Be humble Uriah,"

Says father, "and you'll do."

I must say, it ain't done bad.

Here.

Sh... shall we go to the drawing room,

Father?

Perhaps a little music?

Have another conic with Mr. Copperfield

and me before you go sir.

Stay a bit.

Yes, yes, I'll stay a bit.

Very well, Father.

Come fellow partner,

If I may take the liberty,

I'll give you another toast.

To the devinest of her sex, eh?

Agnes Wickfield, haha.

Oh, I know that I'm a humble individual

to give you her health,

But I admire her, adore her.

May I speak out among friends?

To be her father is a proud distinction.

But to be her husband, oh.

You!

What's the matter with you?

Have you gone mad?

She's all I have.

Look at him, he dares...

Please sir.

Step by step, I've abandoned to him

my money, reputation,

Peace and quiet, house and home!

Oh, I kept them for you,

I kept them for you!

But now I finally see you

for what you really are! You!

Cover his mouth, Copperfield!

He might say something he'll be sorry

for afterwards,

And you'll be sorry to have heard.

Eh, fellow partner?

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Father?

Come.

Before we close the subject,

You are one to understand that

Agnes Wickfield is as far above you

And your aspirations as the moon itself.

Hmmm, you've always hated me,

Master Copperfield.

I am well aware.

Thought me too humble.

But now, I'm not going to be

pushed to the wall by someone

Who isn't humble.

All's fair in love!

It takes two to make a quarrel,

Master Copperfield.

I won't be one,

and now you know what to expect.

I expect only this from you, deceit and

treachery.

Oh, Davy! Oh, beauty!

Ooo, mind Jip!

That's to punish you for

your bad behavior.

Ah Jip, oh Jippy,

to think I could be cruel.

Jippy's just so cute to her mama.

"I cannot leave of dancing,

Tra-la-la-la.

I cannot leave of dancing,

With Jip, my little Jip. I..."

Oh, Dody!

Darling! Oh.

Dody. Mmmmm.

Oh Dody, I've been so impatient.

Dody, you've forgotten something.

Dody, you brought me a present,

What is...

Now... now, I do hope the evening's going

to go well.

And you have a good dinner for

Aunt Betsey and Mr. Dick?

Oh, you're so tiresome, Dody.

Dinner's going to be beautiful.

Oh Dody, what's in the parcel?

Come and get it.

Give me one show.

My dearest little wife.

Dody, what is it?

It's the latest cookery book.

Oh. Isn't that a clever Dody.

Oh but now we can have

the most wonderful diner.

My dear love,

I was shocked at the butcher's bill.

Where is the account book?

Oh, it's about. Somewhere.

Here's a recipe for turtle soup.

"Hang the turtle up by its hind legs,

and before it can draw

In its neck,

Cut off its head."

Oh Dody, I... I couldn't do that.

Sweet peas, now that sounds nice.

Doesn't it Jippy?

What a mess.

Dora, my life,

this is not the place for the idle.

I can't find the account book.

Try the guitar case, or... hahaha,

Oh Dody, it's in Jip's pagoda.

Why Jip, you naughty little thing.

Were you keeping the accounts?

Were you?

Oh my pet,

All these drawings of flowers and ships.

This seems to be my own likeness.

Jip, apparently, has walked over it.

And as for the accounts,

well they seem very peculiar.

I'm sure I'm very affectionate.

But those figures are so obstinate.

They will not add up.

Oh Dody, Dody don't be cross.

Don't be a naughty old blue beard.

Oh Dody, look at those wrinkles.

There! Hahahahaha...

Hahahahaha, oh my darling.

Oh, my Dody.

Haha.

Now Jip, you mustn't be tiresome.

Jip tiresome?

Dear me, no. Of course not.

Oh Dody,

I bought the most beautiful

little barrel of oysters,

And the man said

that they are delicious.

Well, here they come.

They seem rather obstinate oysters.

I don't think they've been opened.

We did have the most beautiful

oyster knife, but it's lost.

Ow! Well, that finishes the oysters.

Writing a story in Monsley Pass

isn't easy.

Ah, mutton.

That's always sure to be good.

Splended, splended.

I've seen some of the illustrations.

I hope...

It seems to be all burned.

The butcher said

it was the very best mutton.

It may be the very best dear,

But unfortunately it's burnt

on one side and raw on the other!

Now... now, Jippy.

Now, now, now, now.

Well Dora!

This is a fine dinner you've given us!

Oh don't! Oh don't!

Oh dear, I shall never stand it,

never stand it,

Oh!

Dody!

My darling!

Dody! You won't hurt her.

I was naughty.

But it was all my fault.

No.

Yes Dody. #No my darling.

The err was all my fault.

I've... I've been trying to change you,

And when I should have been trying

To relieve you of all of your cares.

Why didn't I think of it before?

Think of what, Dody?

Well, we'll send for my Peggotty.

And she shall come look after us both.

Now, my precious,

You must be weary.

No Dody, don't send me to bed. Don't.

Dody, may I ask you something?

It may be silly.

What wonderful thing is that?

I want to help

when you're so industrious.

May I...

May I hold the pens?

Yes dear.

A talking pen, might disturb my Dody.

Oh... Dody!

My darling, what is it?

What's wrong?

Master Davy. Master Davy.

What's the matter?

Dora's not worse, is she?

No, Master Davy.

She's resting comfortable.

But my brother Dan's here.

He has news of Emily!

Master Davy.

It was in Napels, by the sea,

There he wearied of her, and left her.

When she knowed she was abandoned,

Her heart died in her.

That snake, his servant, insulted her.

Told her he'd been left there

by his master to marry her.

Something cast off for a servant's use.

She tried to die by her own hand.

So he locked her up, imprisoned her.

And she, my poor lass, when night come,

She forced a window and

escaped to the shore.

She fought herself home.

Wandering on the Yarmouth beach,

She stumbled on calling out for us

who loved her.

Thinking that here was the old boat,

and there was

Her dear friends.

When morning broke, they found her.

By God's mercy, they took her in

and cared for her.

All night long, we've been together.

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