When we came home, we found that a young man had called three times in the course of that one day, to see me; and that, having been told, on the occasion of his third call, that I was not expected to return before ten o’clock at night, he had left word, “that he would call about then.” He had left his card three times. Mr GUPPY.
As I naturally speculated on the object of these visits, and as I always associated something ludicrous with the visitor, it fell out that in laughing about Mr Guppy I told my guardian of his old proposal, and his subsequent retraction. “After that,” said my guardian, “we will certainly receive this hero.” So instructions were given that Mr Guppy should be shown in, when he came again; and they were scarcely given when he did come again.
He was embarrassed when he found my guardian with me, but recovered himself, and said, “How de do, sir?”
“How do you do, sir?” returned my guardian.
“Thank you, sir, I am tolerable,” returned Mr Guppy. “Will you allow me to introduce my mother, Mrs Guppy of the Old Street Road, and my particular friend, Mr Weevle. That is to say, my friend has gone by the name of Weevle, but his name is really and truly Jobling.”
My guardian begged them to be seated, and they all sat down.
“Tony,” said Mr Guppy to his friend, after an awkward silence. “Will you open the case?”
“Do it yourself,” returned the friend, rather tartly.
“Well, Mr Jarndyce, sir,” Mr Guppy, after a moment’s consideration, began; to the great diversion of his mother, which she displayed by nudging Mr Jobling with her elbow, and winking at me in a most remarkable manner; “I had an idea that I should see Miss Summerson by herself, and was not quite prepared for your esteemed presence. But Miss Summerson has mentioned to you, perhaps, that something has passed between us on former occasions?”
“Miss Summerson,” returned my guardian smiling, “has made a communication to that effect to me.”
“That,” said Mr Guppy, “makes matters easier. Sir, I have come out of my articles at Kenge and Carboy’s, and I believe with satisfaction to all parties. I am now admitted (after undergoing an examination that’s enough to badger a man blue, touching a pack of nonsense that he don’t want to know) on the roll of attorneys, and have taken out my certificate, if it would be any satisfaction to you to see it.”
“Thank you, Mr Guppy,” returned my guardian. “I am quite willing — I believe I use a legal phrase — to admit the certificate.”
Mr Guppy therefore desisted from taking something out of his pocket, and proceeded without it.
“I have no capital myself, but my mother has a little property which takes the form of an annuity;” here Mr Guppy’s mother rolled her head as if she never could sufficiently enjoy the observation, and put her handkerchief to her mouth, and again winked at me; “and a few pounds for expenses out of pocket in conducting business, will never be wanting, free of interest. Which is an advantage, you know,” said Mr Guppy feelingly.
“Certainly an advantage,” returned my guardian.
“I have some connexion,” pursued Mr Guppy, “and it lays in the direction of Walcot Square, Lambeth. I have therefore taken a ouse in that locality, which, in the opinion of my friends, is a hollow bargain (taxes ridiculous, and use of fixtures included in the rent), and intend setting up professionally for myself there, forthwith.”