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house, with great dignity, and took no notice of their presence,

until they were announced by Janet.

‘Shall I go away, aunt?’ I asked, trembling.

‘No, sir,’ said my aunt. ‘Certainly not!’ With which she pushed
me into a corner near her, and fenced Me in with a chair, as if it
were a prison or a bar of justice. This position I continued to
occupy during the whole interview, and from it I now saw Mr. and
Miss Murdstone enter the room.

‘Oh!’ said my aunt, ‘I was not aware at first to whom I had the
pleasure of objecting. But I don’t allow anybody to ride over that
turf. I make no exceptions. I don’t allow anybody to do it.’

‘Your regulation is rather awkward to strangers,’ said Miss
Murdstone.

‘Is it!’ said my aunt.

Mr. Murdstone seemed afraid of a renewal of hostilities, and
interposing began:

‘Miss Trotwood!’

‘I beg your pardon,’ observed my aunt with a keen look. ‘You
are the Mr. Murdstone who married the widow of my late nephew,
David Copperfield, of Blunderstone Rookery!—Though why
Rookery, I don’t know!’

‘I am,’ said Mr. Murdstone.

‘You’ll excuse my saying, sir,’ returned my aunt, ‘that I think it
would have been a much better and happier thing if you had left
that poor child alone.’

‘I so far agree with what Miss Trotwood has remarked,’
observed Miss Murdstone, bridling, ‘that I consider our lamented
Clara to have been, in all essential respects, a mere child.’

‘It is a comfort to you and me, ma’am,’ said my aunt, ‘who are

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getting on in life, and are not likely to be made unhappy by our
personal attractions, that nobody can say the same of us.’

‘No doubt!’ returned Miss Murdstone, though, I thought, not
with a very ready or gracious assent. ‘And it certainly might have
been, as you say, a better and happier thing for my brother if he
had never entered into such a marriage. I have always been of that
opinion.’

‘I have no doubt you have,’ said my aunt. ‘Janet,’ ringing the
bell, ‘my compliments to Mr. Dick, and beg him to come down.’

Until he came, my aunt sat perfectly upright and stiff, frowning
at the wall. When he came, my aunt performed the ceremony of
introduction.

‘Mr. Dick. An old and intimate friend. On whose judgement,’
said my aunt, with emphasis, as an admonition to Mr. Dick, who
was biting his forefinger and looking rather foolish, ‘I rely.’

Mr. Dick took his finger out of his mouth, on this hint, and
stood among the group, with a grave and attentive of
face.

My aunt inclined her head to Mr. Murdstone, who went on:

‘Miss Trotwood: on the receipt of your letter, I considered it an
act of greater justice to myself, and perhaps of more respect to
you—’

‘Thank you,’ said my aunt, still eyeing him keenly. ‘You needn’t
mind me.’

‘To answer it in person, however inconvenient the journey,’
pursued Mr. Murdstone, ‘rather than by letter. This unhappy boy
who has run away from his friends and his occupation—’

‘And whose appearance,’ interposed his sister, directing general
attention to me in my indefinable costume, ‘is perfectly scandalous

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and disgraceful.’

‘Jane Murdstone,’ said her brother, ‘have the goodness not to
interrupt me. This unhappy boy, Miss Trotwood, has been the
occasion of much domestic trouble a