'We have all got on in life since then, Mr. Micawber,'said I.
'Mr. Copperfield,' returned Mr. Micawber, bitterly,'when I was an inmate of that retreat I could look my fellow-man in the face, and punch his head if he offended me. My fellow-man and myself are no longer on those glorious terms!'
Turning from the building in a downcast manner,Mr. Micawber accepted my proffered arm on one side,and the proffered arm of Traddles on the other, and walked away between us.