? ? ? ? This closed the proceedings of the evening. We were weary with sorrow and fatigue, and my aunt and I were to return to London on the morrow. It was arranged that the Micawbers should follow us, after effecting a sale of their goods to a broker; that Mr. Wickfield's affairs should be brought to a settlement, with all convenient speed, under the direction of Traddles; and that Agnes should also come to London, pending those arrangements. We passed the night at the old house, which, freed from the presence of the Heeps, seemed purged of a disease; and I lay in my old room, like a shipwrecked wanderer come home.
? ? ? ? We went back next day to my aunt's house - not to mine- and when she and I sat alone, as of old, before going to bed, she said:
? ? ? ? 'Trot, do you really wish to know what I have had upon my mind lately?'
? ? ? ? 'Indeed I do, aunt. If there ever was a time when I felt unwilling that you should have a sorrow or anxiety which I could not share, it is now.'
? ? ? ? 'You have had sorrow enough, child,' said my aunt, affectionately, 'without the addition of my little miseries. I could have no other motive, Trot, in keeping anything from you.'
? ? ? ? 'I know that well,' said I. 'But tell me now.'
? ? ? ? 'Would you ride with me a little way tomorrow morning?' asked my aunt.
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