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accustom Jip to his new residence, after we have bought it; whenever he goes in or out, he makes all the little bells ring, and is horribly frightened.

Peggotty comes up to make herself useful, and falls to work immediately. Her department appears to be, to clean everything over and over again. She rubs everything that can be rubbed, until it shines, like her own honest forehead, with perpetual friction. And now it is, that I begin to see her solitary brother passing through the dark streets at night, and looking, as he goes, among the wandering faces. I never speak to him at such an hour. I know too well, as his grave figure passes onward, what he seeks, and what he dreads.

Why does Traddles look so important when he calls upon me this afternoon in the Commonsā ā€”where I still occasionally attend, for formā€™s sake, when I have time? The realization of my boyish daydreams is at hand. I am going to take out the licence.

It is a little document to do so much; and Traddles contemplates it, as it lies upon my desk, half in admiration, half in awe. There are the names, in the sweet old visionary connection, David Copperfield and Dora Spenlow; and there, in the corner, is that Parental Institution, the Stamp Office, which is so benignantly interested in the various transactions of human life, looking down upon our Union; and there is the Archbishop of Canterbury invoking a blessing on us in print, and doing it as cheap as could possibly be expected.

Nevertheless, I am in a dream, a flustered, happy, hurried dream. I canā€™t believe that it is going to be; and yet I canā€™t believe but that everyone I pass in the street, must have some kind of perception, that I am to be married the day after tomorrow. The Surrogate knows me, when I go down to be sworn; and disposes of me easily, as if there were a Masonic understanding between us. Traddles is not at all wanted, but is in attendance as my general backer.

ā€œI hope the next time you come here, my dear fellow,ā€ I say to Traddles, ā€œit will be on the same errand for yourself. And I hope it will be soon.ā€

ā€œThank you for your good wishes, my dear Copperfield,ā€ he replies. ā€œI hope so too. Itā€™s a satisfaction to know that sheā€™ll wait for me any length of time, and that she really is the dearest girlā ā€”ā€

ā€œWhen are you to meet her at the coach?ā€ I ask.

ā€œAt seven,ā€ says Traddles, looking at his plain old silver watchā ā€”the very watch he once took a wheel out of, at school, to make a watermill. ā€œThat is about Miss Wickfieldā€™s time, is it not?ā€

ā€œA little earlier. Her time is half past eight.ā€

ā€œI assure you, my dear boy,ā€ says Traddles, ā€œI am almost as pleased as if I were going to be married myself, to think that this event is coming to such a happy termination. And really the great friendship and consideration of personally associating Sophy with the joyful occasion, and inviting her to be a bridesmaid in conjunction with Miss Wickfield, demands my warmest thanks. I am extremely sensible of it.ā€

I hear him, and shake hands with him; and we talk, and walk, and dine, and so on; but I donā€™t believe it. Nothing is real.

Sophy arrives at the house of Doraā€™s aunts, in due course. She has the most agreeable of facesā ā€”not absolutely beautiful, but extraordinarily pleasantā ā€”and is one of the most genial, unaffected, frank, engaging creatures I have ever seen. Traddles presents her to us with great pride; and rubs his hands for ten minutes by the clock, with every individual hair upon his head standing on tiptoe, when I congratulate him in a corner on his choice.

I have brought Agnes from the Canterbury coach, and her cheerful and beautiful face is among us for the second time. Agnes has a great liking for Traddles, and it is capital to see them meet, and to observe the glory of Traddles as he commends the dearest girl in the world to her acquaintance.

Still I donā€™t believe it. We have a delightful evening, and are supremely happy; but I donā€™t believe it yet. I canā€™t collect myself. I canā€™t check off my happiness as it takes place. I feel in a misty and unsettled kind of state; as if I had got up very early in the morning a week or two ago, and had never been to bed since. I canā€™t make out when yesterday was. I seem to have been carrying the licence about, in my pocket, many months.

Next day, too, when we all go in a flock to see the houseā ā€”our houseā ā€”Doraā€™s and mineā ā€”I am quite unable to regard myself as its master. I seem to be there, by permission of somebody else. I half expect the real master to come home presently, and say he is glad to see me. Such a beautiful little house as it is, with everything so bright and new; with the flowers on the carpets looking as if freshly gathered, and the green leaves on the paper as if they had just come out; with the spotless muslin curtains, and the blushing rose-coloured furniture, and Doraā€™s garden hat with the blue ribbonā ā€”do I remember, now, how I loved her in such another hat when I first knew her!ā ā€”already hanging on its little peg; the guitar-case quite at home on its heels in a corner; and everybody tumbling over Jipā€™s pagoda, which is much too big for the establishment. Another happy evening, quite as unreal as all the rest of it, and I steal into the usual room before going away. Dora is not there. I suppose they have not done trying on yet. Miss Lavinia peeps in, and tells me mysteriously that she will not be long. She is rather long, notwithstanding; but by and by I hear a rustling at the door, and someone taps.

I say, ā€œCome in!ā€

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