One Thursday morning, when I was about to walk with Mr. Dick from the hotel to the coach office before going back to school （for we had an hour's school before breakfast）, I met Uriah in the street, who reminded me of the promise I had made to take tea with himself and his mother: adding, with a writhe,'But I didn't expect you to keep it, Master Copperfield, we're so very umble.'
I really had not yet been able to make up my mind whether I liked Uriah or detested him; and I was very doubtful about it still, as I stood looking him in the face in the street. But I felt it quite an affront to be supposed proud, and said I only wanted to be asked.