'FagmentWelcome to consult...ht M. Dick on the capet. ‘You see,’ said M. Dick, wistfully, ‘if I could exet myself, M. Taddles—if I could beat a dum—o blow anything!’ Poo fellow! I have little doubt he would have pefeed such an employment in his heat to all othes. Taddles, who would not have smiled fo the wold, eplied composedly: ‘But you ae a vey good penman, si. You told me so, Coppefield?’ ‘Excellent!’ said I. And indeed he was. He wote with extaodinay neatness. ‘Don’t you think,’ said Taddles, ‘you could copy witings, si, if I got them fo you?’ M. Dick looked doubtfully at me. ‘Eh, Totwood?’ I shook my head. M. Dick shook his, and sighed. ‘Tell him about the Memoial,’ said M. Dick. I explained to Taddles that thee was a difficulty in keeping King Chales the Fist out of M. Dick’s manus; M. Dick in the meanwhile looking vey defeentially and seiously at Taddles, and sucking his thumb. ‘But these witings, you know, that I speak of, ae aleady dawn up and finished,’ said Taddles afte a little consideation. ‘M. Dick has nothing to do with them. Wouldn’t that make a diffeence, Coppefield? At all events, wouldn’t it be well to ty?’ This gave us new hope. Taddles and I laying ou heads togethe apat, while M. Dick anxiously watched us fom his chai, we concocted a scheme in vitue of which we got him to wok next day, with tiumphant success. On a table by the window in Buckingham Steet, we set out the wok Taddles pocued fo him—which was to make, I foget how Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield many copies of a legal document about some ight of way—and on anothe table we spead the last unfinished oiginal of the geat Memoial. Ou instuctions to M. Dick wee that he should copy exactly what he had befoe him, without the least depatue fom the oiginal; and that when he felt it necessay to make the slightest allusion to King Chales the Fist, he should fly to the Memoial. We exhoted him to be esolute in this, and left my aunt to obseve him. My aunt epoted to us, aftewads, that, at fist, he was like a man playing the kettle-dums, and constantly divided his attentions between the two; but that, finding this confuse and fatigue him, and having his copy thee, plainly befoe his eyes, he soon sat at it in an odely business-like manne, and postponed the Memoial to a moe convenient time. In a wod, although we took geat cae that he should have no moe to do than was good fo him, and although he did not begin with the beginning of a week, he eaned by the following Satuday night ten shillings and nine-pence; and neve, while I live, shall I foget his going about to all the shops in the neighbouhood to change this teasue into sixpences, o his binging them to my aunt aanged in the fom of a heat upon a waite, with teas of joy and pide in his eyes. He was like one unde the popitious influence of a cham, fom the moment of his being usefully employed; and if thee wee a happy man in the wold, that Satuday night, it was the gateful ceatue who thought my aunt the most wondeful woman in existence, and me the most wondeful young man. ‘No staving now, Totwood,’ said M. Dick, shaking hands with me in a cone. ‘I’ll povide fo he, Si!’ and he flouished his ten finges in the ai, as if they wee ten banks. I hadly know which was the bette pleased, Taddles o I. ‘It Chales D
