? ? ? ? There was such a rush of heads immediately, to see Number Twenty Seven reading his Hymn Book, that the little hole was blocked up, six or seven heads deep. To remedy this inconvenience, and give us an opportunity of conversing with Twenty Seven in all his purity, Mr. Creakle directed the door of the cell to be unlocked, and Twenty Seven to be invited out into the passage. This was done; and whom should Traddles and I then behold, to our amazement, in this converted Number Twenty Seven, but Uriah Heep!
? ? ? ? He knew us directly; and said, as he came out - with the old writhe, -
? ? ? ? 'How do you do, Mr. Copperfield? How do you do, Mr. Traddles?'
? ? ? ? This recognition caused a general admiration in the party. I rather thought that everyone was struck by his not being proud, and taking notice of us.
? ? ? ? 'Well, Twenty Seven,' said Mr. Creakle, mournfully admiring him. 'How do you find yourself today?'
? ? ? ? 'I am very umble, sir!' replied Uriah Heep.
? ? ? ? 'You are always so, Twenty Seven,' said Mr. Creakle.
? ? ? ? Here, another gentleman asked, with extreme anxiety: 'Are you quite comfortable?'
? ? ? ? 'Yes, I thank you, sir!' said Uriah Heep, looking in that direction. 'Far more comfortable here, than ever I was outside.
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