‘Mrs. Markleham,’ said the Doctor,toms store ‘was quite vexed about him,
poor thing; so we have got him at home again; and we have bought
him a little Patent place, which agrees with him much better.’ I
knew enough of Mr. Jack Maldon to suspect from this account that
it was a place where there was not much to do, and which was
pretty well paid. The Doctor, walking up and down with his hand
on my shoulder, and his kind face turned encouragingly to mine,
went on:
‘Now, my dear Copperfield, in reference to this proposal of
yours. It’s very gratifying and agreeable to me, I am sure; but don’t
you think you could do better? You achieved distinction, you
know, when you were with us. You are qualified for many good
things. You have laid a foundation that any edifice may be raised
upon; and is it not a pity that you should devote the spring-time of
your life to such a poor pursuit as I can offer?’