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“what wind blows you here? Not an ill wind, I hope?”

“No,” replied my aunt. “I have not come for any law.”

“That’s right, ma’am,” said Mr. Wickfield. “You had better come for anything else.” His hair was quite white now, though his eyebrows were still black. He had a very agreeable face, and, I thought, was handsome. There was a certain richness in his complexion, which I had been long accustomed, under Peggotty’s tuition, to connect with port wine; and I fancied it was in his voice too, and referred his growing corpulency to the same cause. He was very cleanly dressed, in a blue coat, striped waistcoat, and nankeen trousers; and his fine frilled shirt and cambric neckcloth looked unusually soft and white, reminding my strolling fancy (I call to mind) of the plumage on the breast of a swan.

“This is my nephew,” said my aunt.

“Wasn’t aware you had one, Miss Trotwood,” said Mr. Wickfield.

“My grandnephew, that is to say,” observed my aunt.

“Wasn’t aware you had a grandnephew, I give you my word,” said Mr. Wickfield.

“I have adopted him,” said my aunt, with a wave of her hand, importing that his knowledge and his ignorance were all one to her, “and I have brought him here, to put to a school where he may be thoroughly well taught, and well treated. Now tell me where that school is, and what it is, and all about it.”

“Before I can advise you properly,” said Mr. Wickfield⁠—“the old question, you know. What’s your motive in this?”

“Deuce take the man!” exclaimed my aunt. “Always fishing for motives, when they’re on the surface! Why, to make the child happy and useful.”

“It must be a mixed motive, I think,” said Mr. Wickfield, shaking his head and smiling incredulously.

“A mixed fiddlestick,” returned my aunt. “You claim to have one plain motive in all you do yourself. You don’t suppose, I hope, that you are the only plain dealer in the world?”

“Ay, but I have only one motive in life, Miss Trotwood,” he rejoined, smiling. “Other people have dozens, scores, hundreds. I have only one. There’s the difference. However, that’s beside the question. The best school? Whatever the motive, you want the best?”

My aunt nodded assent.

“At the best we have,” said Mr. Wickfield, considering, “your nephew couldn’t board just now.”

“But he could board somewhere else, I suppose?” suggested my aunt.

Mr. Wickfield thought I could. After a little discussion, he proposed to take my aunt to the school, that she might see it and judge for herself; also, to take her, with the same object, to two or three houses where he thought I could be boarded. My aunt embracing the proposal, we were all three going out together, when he stopped and said:

“Our little friend here might have some motive, perhaps, for objecting to the arrangements. I think we had better leave him behind?”

My aunt seemed disposed to contest the point; but to facilitate matters I said I would gladly remain behind, if they pleased; and returned into Mr. Wickfield’s office, where I sat down again, in the chair I had first occupied, to await their return.

It so happened that this chair was opposite a narrow passage, which ended in the little circular room where I had seen Uriah Heep’s pale face looking out of the window. Uriah, having taken the pony to a neighbouring stable, was at work at a desk in this room, which had a brass frame on the top to hang paper upon, and on which the writing he was making a copy of was then hanging. Though his face was towards me, I thought, for some time, the writing being between us, that he could not see me; but looking that way more attentively, it made me uncomfortable to observe that, every now and then, his sleepless eyes would come below the writing, like two red suns, and stealthily stare at me for I dare say a whole minute at a time, during which his pen went, or pretended to go, as cleverly as ever. I made several attempts to get out of their way⁠—such as standing on a chair to look at a map on the other side of the room, and poring over the columns of a Kentish newspaper⁠—but they always attracted me back again; and whenever I looked towards those two red suns, I was sure to find them, either just rising or just setting.

At length, much to my relief, my aunt and Mr. Wickfield came back, after a pretty long absence. They were not so successful as I could have wished; for though the advantages of the school were undeniable, my aunt had not approved of any of the boardinghouses proposed for me.

“It’s very unfortunate,” said my aunt. “I don’t know what to do, Trot.”

“It does happen unfortunately,” said Mr. Wickfield. “But I’ll tell you what you can do, Miss Trotwood.”

“What’s that?” inquired my aunt.

“Leave your nephew here, for the present. He’s a quiet fellow. He won’t disturb me at all. It’s a capital house for study. As quiet as a monastery, and almost as roomy. Leave him here.”

My aunt evidently liked the offer, though she was delicate of accepting it. So did I. “Come, Miss Trotwood,” said Mr. Wickfield. “This is the way out of the difficulty. It’s only a temporary arrangement, you know. If it don’t act well, or don’t quite accord with our mutual convenience, he can easily go to the right-about. There will be time to find some better place for him in the meanwhile. You had better determine to leave him here for the present!”

“I am very much obliged to you,” said my aunt; “and so is he, I see; but⁠—”

“Come! I know what you mean,” cried Mr. Wickfield. “You shall not be oppressed by the receipt of favours, Miss Trotwood. You may pay for him, if you like. We won’t be hard about terms, but you shall pay if you will.”

“On that understanding,” said my aunt, “though it doesn’t lessen the real obligation, I shall be very glad to leave him.”

“Then come and see my

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