? ? ? ? 'Mrs. Heep is here, sir,' said Traddles, returning with that worthy mother of a worthy son. 'I have taken the liberty of making myself known to her.'
? ? ? ? 'Who are you to make yourself known?' retorted Uriah. 'And what do you want here?'
? ? ? ? 'I am the agent and friend of Mr. Wickfield, sir,' said Traddles, in a composed and business-like way. 'And I have a power of attorney from him in my pocket, to act for him in all matters.'
? ? ? ? 'The old ass has drunk himself into a state of dotage,' said Uriah, turning uglier than before, 'and it has been got from him by fraud!'
? ? ? ? 'Something has been got from him by fraud, I know,' returned Traddles quietly; 'and so do you, Mr. Heep. We will refer that question, if you please, to Mr. Micawber.'
? ? ? ? 'Ury -!' Mrs. Heep began, with an anxious gesture.
? ? ? ? 'YOU hold your tongue, mother,' he returned; 'least said, soonest mended.'
? ? ? ? 'But, my Ury -'
? ? ? ? 'Will you hold your tongue, mother, and leave it to me?'
? ? ? ? Though I had long known that his servility was false, and all his pretences knavish and hollow, I had had no adequate conception of the extent of his hypocrisy, until I now saw him with his mask off.
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