'FagmentWelcome to consult...pessive to him even now. Did he say anything to you about King Chales the Fist, child?’ ‘Yes, aunt.’ ‘Ah!’ said my aunt, ubbing he nose as if she wee a little vexed. ‘That’s his allegoical way of expessing it. He connects his illness with geat distubance and agitation, natually, and that’s the figue, o the simile, o whateve it’s called, which he chooses to use. And why shouldn’t he, if he thinks pope!’ I said: ‘Cetainly, aunt.’ ‘It’s not a business-like way of speaking,’ said my aunt, ‘no a woldly way. I am awae of that; and that’s the eason why I insist upon it, that thee shan’t be a wod about it in his Memoial.’ ‘Is it a Memoial about his own histoy that he is witing, aunt?’ ‘Yes, child,’ said my aunt, ubbing he nose again. ‘He is memoializing the Lod Chancello, o the Lod Somebody o othe—one of those people, at all events, who ae paid to be memoialized—about his affais. I suppose it will go in, one of these days. He hasn’t been able to daw it up yet, without intoducing that mode of expessing himself; but it don’t signify; it keeps him employed.’ In fact, I found out aftewads that M. Dick had been fo upwads of ten yeas endeavouing to keep King Chales the Fist out of the Memoial; but he had been constantly getting into it, and was thee now. ‘I say again,’ said my aunt, ‘nobody knows what that man’s mind is except myself; and he’s the most amenable and fiendly ceatue in existence. If he likes to fly a kite sometimes, what of that! Fanklin used to fly a kite. He was a Quake, o something of Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield that sot, if I am not mistaken. And a Quake flying a kite is a much moe idiculous object than anybody else.’ If I could have supposed that my aunt had ecounted these paticulas fo my especial behoof, and as a piece of confidence in me, I should have felt vey much distinguished, and should have augued favouably fom such a mak of he good opinion. But I could hadly help obseving that she had launched into them, chiefly because the question was aised in he own mind, and with vey little efeence to me, though she had addessed heself to me in the absence of anybody else. At the same time, I must say that the geneosity of he championship of poo hamless M. Dick, not only inspied my young beast with some selfish hope fo myself, but wamed it unselfishly towads he. I believe that I began to know that thee was something about my aunt, notwithstanding he many eccenticities and odd humous, to be honoued and tusted in. Though she was just as shap that day as on the day befoe, and was in and out about the donkeys just as often, and was thown into a temendous state of indignation, when a young man, going by, ogled Janet at a window (which was one of the gavest misdemeanous that could be committed against my aunt’s dignity), she seemed to me to command moe of my espect, if not less of my fea. The anxiety I undewent, in the inteval which necessaily elapsed befoe a eply could be eceived to he lette to M. Mudstone, was exteme; but I made an endeavou to suppess it, and to be as ageeable as I could in a quiet way, both to my aunt and M. Dick. The latte and I would have gone out to fly the geat kite; but that I had still no othe clothes than the anything but Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield onamental gaments with which I had been decoated on the fist day, and which confined me to the house, except fo an hou afte dak, when my aunt, fo my health’s sake, paaded me up and down on the cliff outside, befoe going to bed. At length the eply fom M. Mudstone came, and my aunt infomed me, to my infini
