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We
were
to
drink
tea
at
the
Doctor
’
s
.
We
went
there
at
the
usual
hour
;
and
round
the
study
fireside
found
the
Doctor
,
and
his
young
wife
,
and
her
mother
.
The
Doctor
,
who
made
as
much
of
my
going
away
as
if
I
were
going
to
China
,
received
me
as
an
honoured
guest
;
and
called
for
a
log
of
wood
to
be
thrown
on
the
fire
,
that
he
might
see
the
face
of
his
old
pupil
reddening
in
the
blaze
.
‘
I
shall
not
see
many
more
new
faces
in
Trotwood
’
s
stead
,
Wickfield
,
’
said
the
Doctor
,
warming
his
hands
;
‘
I
am
getting
lazy
,
and
want
ease
.
I
shall
relinquish
all
my
young
people
in
another
six
months
,
and
lead
a
quieter
life
.
’
‘
You
have
said
so
,
any
time
these
ten
years
,
Doctor
,
’
Mr
.
Wickfield
answered
.
‘
But
now
I
mean
to
do
it
,
’
returned
the
Doctor
.
‘
My
first
master
will
succeed
me
—
I
am
in
earnest
at
last
—
so
you
’
ll
soon
have
to
arrange
our
contracts
,
and
to
bind
us
firmly
to
them
,
like
a
couple
of
knaves
.
’
‘
And
to
take
care
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
‘
that
you
’
re
not
imposed
on
,
eh
?
As
you
certainly
would
be
,
in
any
contract
you
should
make
for
yourself
.
Well
!
I
am
ready
.
There
are
worse
tasks
than
that
,
in
my
calling
.
’
‘
I
shall
have
nothing
to
think
of
then
,
’
said
the
Doctor
,
with
a
smile
,
‘
but
my
Dictionary
;
and
this
other
contract
-
bargain
—
Annie
.
’
As
Mr
.
Wickfield
glanced
towards
her
,
sitting
at
the
tea
table
by
Agnes
,
she
seemed
to
me
to
avoid
his
look
with
such
unwonted
hesitation
and
timidity
,
that
his
attention
became
fixed
upon
her
,
as
if
something
were
suggested
to
his
thoughts
.
‘
There
is
a
post
come
in
from
India
,
I
observe
,
’
he
said
,
after
a
short
silence
.
‘
By
the
by
!
and
letters
from
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
!
’
said
the
Doctor
.
